<?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-647587193528527911</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:25:05.029+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='lame'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='gay'/><category term='Mad'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='new look'/><category term='fur case'/><category term='tired'/><category term='upset'/><category term='short post'/><category term='short'/><category term='annoyance'/><category term='macam2 saja'/><category term='blank'/><category term='weird dad'/><category term='self'/><category term='happy'/><category term='my photos'/><category term='tiredness'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='ayu'/><category term='end'/><category term='weird mom'/><category term='movie'/><category term='tummyache'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='family'/><category term='NIECE'/><category term='funny and weird'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='shonen-ai'/><category term='nose'/><category term='my drawing'/><category term='good-looking people'/><category term='Mall'/><category term='cosplaying'/><category term='pink line'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>M A R U - chan's Bog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Aa..I refuse to describe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-8915225857222902571</id><published>2009-01-19T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:47:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on~</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Neutral&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;X-Japan -Week End(Music Box ver.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello old blog!Been on hiatus for long eh? Heheh,anyway,for those who is interested to know,I'm going to start on a fresh new blog this year.No idea why I'm doing this(when I can just use this one,hehe) but I guess I just want to start over,huhuhu..&lt;s&gt;anyway,I'll link you to the new blog after I finish visualising &amp; constructing the graphics on the new one.So,when I'm done with that,I'll just edit this post and giva ya the link to it,kay?&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Edited:I'm deciding to just delete this blog.Then again,I cherish this blog too much to delete them because it's my first born blog-baby. Hmm...I'll let you know when I come to a decision later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Edit-edit:I'm keeping it here for now.Cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;p.s:I know you just can click on my profile and see the link to the new blog but currently it's empty so don't waste your time on doing that,mkay? ;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITS:MY NEW BLOG IS DONE!!!Of course,not a lot of contents yet but hey,you wouldn't know..*shifty eyes* anyway,&lt;a href="http://myheartsymphony.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see an unspeakable horror! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-8915225857222902571?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/8915225857222902571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=8915225857222902571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/8915225857222902571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/8915225857222902571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on~'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-5008246674020635715</id><published>2008-06-11T16:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:28:07.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good-looking people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Shots.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;I feel..lalalala.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;ON/OFF - Futatsu no Kodou to Akai Tsumi.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;pissed.&lt;/u&gt;Why?Oh,no reason(s).Ah,just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sister came back from UK yesterday for her break from Uni.That means I have to be &lt;b&gt;extra courteous&lt;/b&gt;(meaning:&lt;u&gt;cautious&lt;/u&gt;) around her so that I can avoid uncomfortable confrontations any way I can since she now knows I am mostly spending my time slacking off.Yes,I'm &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; much in trouble and likely to get scolded harshly &lt;b&gt;soon&lt;/b&gt;.*Prays it won't happen* Let's move on,shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought lots of clothes for us.I'm not sure but I think &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; people in the house got new clothes to wear now.My youngest sister and oldest niece were given a few nice-looking shirts and a jacket each.I got one black T-shirt(originally she also shoved a pink shirt that says 'Beatles' on it to me but it looked &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; small for my size so it was passed off to someone else).Guess what else she bought for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE-rUMStghI/AAAAAAAAAHA/carg_GJaPB0/s1600-h/Sony+NWZA816+4GB+MP3+Player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE-rUMStghI/AAAAAAAAAHA/carg_GJaPB0/s320/Sony+NWZA816+4GB+MP3+Player.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210571657276391954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A new 4G MP3 Player&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE-rURpvqYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z4UzxzU86Lo/s1600-h/Sony+Cyber-shot+W55+7.2+Digital+Still+Camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE-rURpvqYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z4UzxzU86Lo/s320/Sony+Cyber-shot+W55+7.2+Digital+Still+Camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210571658715179394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Digital Camera!!!!&lt;/u&gt;HOMEGAWD!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; got my own camera!*Runs around in circles*&lt;b&gt;WHEEEEEEE~!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After charging the battery for the camera,I spent &lt;b&gt;hours&lt;/b&gt; taking pictures of random things in my room(and deleting them because I'm still using the internal memory which is,unfortunately small in size).Generally,the pictures turn out good although I still need to learn how to minimize the use of flashes as it is &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; bright.I don't want people to get blind,you know.Then again,in some cases it's a must to switch it on to make the pictures look clearer.Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's some of the pics I took&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BE9ZxatI/AAAAAAAAAHw/u6YlK4r1Fts/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BE9ZxatI/AAAAAAAAAHw/u6YlK4r1Fts/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595584837249746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BFSDWbrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5nfjHfvJ15s/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BFSDWbrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5nfjHfvJ15s/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595590380351154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BF06T88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/V1Mwt8HFEDw/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BF06T88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/V1Mwt8HFEDw/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595599737680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BGpVxiNI/AAAAAAAAAII/cSPqPHyCns0/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BGpVxiNI/AAAAAAAAAII/cSPqPHyCns0/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595613811509458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BHO-RH3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_tQtb8qD1gM/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_BHO-RH3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_tQtb8qD1gM/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595623913463666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are colored ones,these are &lt;u&gt;black &amp; white&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EKQue4kI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jYGMo08pjHM/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EKQue4kI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jYGMo08pjHM/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210598974458618434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EKoTysBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SXj5-xqKu_c/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EKoTysBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SXj5-xqKu_c/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210598980789121042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_ELNoh_MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_5XCuG1xLUg/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_ELNoh_MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_5XCuG1xLUg/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210598990808218818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_ELpB3M6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/EYJMPGLy-es/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_ELpB3M6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/EYJMPGLy-es/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210598998162224034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EL9TENDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DZsLQ49On9Y/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_EL9TENDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DZsLQ49On9Y/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210599003603088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JXiTvAYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/22LoKhDNpBA/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JXiTvAYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/22LoKhDNpBA/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210604700074705282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JX-Z-7XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pU-cOfQiNJs/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JX-Z-7XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pU-cOfQiNJs/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210604707617107314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JYedc42I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oX2g0PGu01k/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JYedc42I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oX2g0PGu01k/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210604716221588322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JZNuPGAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tMKC3ZKFRmE/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JZNuPGAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tMKC3ZKFRmE/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210604728908453890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JZZjFABI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jzgmZ_kuRIw/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE_JZZjFABI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jzgmZ_kuRIw/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210604732082880530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe,can you tell which type I prefer?(Here's a hint:&lt;b&gt;B&amp;W&lt;/b&gt;) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if those pictures are artistic or creative,all I know is that &lt;u&gt;I had fun capturing them&lt;/u&gt;.Looking forward to shoot(haha,shoot?) more random stuff.I'm off,later dudes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-5008246674020635715?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/5008246674020635715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=5008246674020635715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5008246674020635715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5008246674020635715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/06/shots.html' title='Shots.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SE-rUMStghI/AAAAAAAAAHA/carg_GJaPB0/s72-c/Sony+NWZA816+4GB+MP3+Player.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-4342966784733373227</id><published>2008-06-07T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:02:40.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Just wondering..</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;I'm bored..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Versailles - Aristocrat's Symphony.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When,oh,when am I going to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]Get a &lt;u&gt;decent job that pays well and to my liking&lt;/u&gt;?I'd be happy if it have something to with art.Then again,the subjects I learned are more business-oriented.Way to go genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2]Get another chance to continue my studies?I'm dying to write notes using a pen,I'm craving for homework(strange but true),I miss buying new school things,I miss being surrounded by strange,happy,mellow,wild,loud,random,cool,sarcastic,funny,fun-loving,stupid idiots called friends,I miss the school's rules,I miss exchanging funny looks with teachers(e.g,a blank look when asked a question),I miss going to the Hall for assembly,I miss laughing out loud together with the whole school during funny moments in events,I miss singing the national anthem(even if I was just mumbling to it),I miss cheering for my house teams in Sports Day,I miss walking around the school,I miss ogling at cute boys,I miss not paying attention during lessons,I miss the drama of school life and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3]Get a Japanese boyfriend?Alright,&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; unlikely(and by that I mean 'impossible') but the question is,when am I going to &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; a boyfriend(or two)?I mean come on,I've been &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;u&gt;my whole friggin' existence&lt;/u&gt;.Heck,I'm not desperate,I'm just curious.I want to know what's so special about being tied up to one single person.Am I ready for frequent jealousy,drama,heartbreaks,dependence,fights,silly nicknames and other unlovely sides of coupledom?I don't know but it sounds &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; fun.Until you break-up,that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4]Go to Japan?(In order to achieve the above I guess it's relevant but seriously though,I just want to go and visit.Honest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5]Get my own laptop so that I can be solely responsible if it explodes/bursts in flames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6]Get a graphics tablet?It's not necessary but I want one.This is a good tool if I want to start my devotion on drawing as I would never let it go if I own one.I might need to put it down once I want to eat/shower/sleep,etc but I'm keeping it hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7]Stop?Ah,a good question but quite confusing.Stop what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8]Stop these ponderings? Oh,right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.My musings for now.I might make a fresh list of &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; things that I need anwers to at another time.Until then,さよなら(sa-yo-na-ra)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-4342966784733373227?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/4342966784733373227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=4342966784733373227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/4342966784733373227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/4342966784733373227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering..'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-771642991774330851</id><published>2008-06-05T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:45:22.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiredness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short post'/><title type='text'>A New Look.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;I don't know.Sleepy I guess.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Kamijo,Kaya &amp; Juka - Node of Scherzo.I &amp;hearts; it so~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me,an eternity will be spent to finish changing the layouts of a site,be it of a blog or a personal page,if a person is picky.I just &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt; to be &lt;b&gt;extra-picky&lt;/b&gt; when it comes to visual satisfaction.I must have spent &lt;u&gt;a day's worth of time&lt;/u&gt; on this precious baby of mine.At first,I tried to understand the codings for the classic format but my brain went bonkers trying to figure out what goes here or there,so,in the end I pretty much input anything I could comprehend in the newer format(er,not really anything,just some).I'm a bit satisfied about how it looks for now,eventhough it's kinda simple-looking but I guess it'll do(what can I say?I'm a n00b in this whole Blogger format.Can't be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; picky,can I?).I just &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; I don't stumble across anything pretty in the Net' later(it'll make me want to put/change something else again).Heh,wonder if that's even &lt;i&gt;possible&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this would just be a short post.I'm tired,I'm beat,I'm all poofed-out and thus,I'm tucking in earlier than usual.G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait,it's already morning.G'morning &amp; bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&amp;times;&amp;oslash;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-771642991774330851?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/771642991774330851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=771642991774330851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/771642991774330851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/771642991774330851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-look.html' title='A New Look.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-7359501075225333662</id><published>2008-06-04T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T03:53:49.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><title type='text'>A Roller-coaster Ride of Emotions &amp; Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Hm..alright physically,not so in the mental department.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Kamijo,Kaya &amp; Juka - Node of Scherzo.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post another entry because I felt the urge to vomit out my troubles(well,bits of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm,hm..where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,how about the prospect of my future being absolutely,completely(exaggeration intended) &lt;u&gt;unknown&lt;/u&gt;? I mean seriously,&lt;b&gt;I have no idea what to do with myself anymore.&lt;/b&gt;I basically wasted almost &lt;u&gt;two year's&lt;/u&gt; worth of my life being unproductive.On top of that I am starting to lose hope in ever finding the right tools or means of expressing my true abilities or interests.Not to mention the frequent worry of whether I am qualified or would I be sufficiently satisfied for such and such whenever applying for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also troubling me is my mental health.Generally,I am considerably normal(well,as normal as a person should be in order to function properly) and most of the time I think as rational as a normal person should be.The problem here is that,I kept bashing myself unnecessarily,telling myself that I am &lt;u&gt;inadequate&lt;/u&gt;(in terms of knowledge and talents or skills needed for any employment or institutes),convincing myself that I am &lt;u&gt;lowly&lt;/u&gt;,unworthy of any considerations,unworthy of any chance of advancements,as well as believing that I would,in the end,either &lt;b&gt;land myself in doing something I would regret for the rest of my life&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;not doing anything at all&lt;/b&gt;.Or maybe even driven to insanity by all the pressure from trying to 'be' something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,I am scared.Scared for myself.Scared for my uncertain future.Scared for losing my sanity.I don't know where to go,who to speak with and what to do.I am,in better terms,lost.Excuse me for a moment;I need to wipe off my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right,where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yes.Being lost.Well,it really is overwhelming,this emotion.I've never really felt this way before(well,maybe during school but there was friends to copy their answers from when faced with difficult questions).I am usually composed and rarely do I fall into the pits of depression as I do understand there are ups and down in life, but to think I would be much more wiser in dealing with frustrations and emotional outbursts as I am aging is kind of strange now.Infact,it's even laughable.Due to my current dilemmas I might as well predict &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; emotional and mental instability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside,I guess that means more entries posted in the blog.On the downside,the blog would be wafting odours of early signs of suicidal thoughts.On the other hand,I'm not considering suicide as a solution so don't be alarmed.I may be stupid,but I'm not stupid enough to take my own life for such matters.Infact,I always wonder why anyone would want to.It saddens me that a person would take their life because of something or someone.If it's done for a good cause(e.g,trying to defend their country from attacks or protecting the innocent),I suppose it's respectable but out of selfishness or desperation,that's just wrong.There are,I think,better ways to cope.You just need to seek help from the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I started off being down in the dumps,I think I feel considerably better after pouring it out(crying helps too).I even ended up being &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; positive.I guess there's still a small ray of hope in my darkest moment afterall.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-7359501075225333662?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/7359501075225333662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=7359501075225333662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/7359501075225333662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/7359501075225333662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/06/roller-coaster-ride-of-emotions.html' title='A Roller-coaster Ride of Emotions &amp; Thoughts.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-5260016500973057605</id><published>2008-06-03T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:44:39.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo..a post after almost one month's absence?</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Me tummy is achy so me is feeling comfy.Roight~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Kanon Wakeshima - Kuroi Torikago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like dusts are happily accumulating in the blog.Hm,wonder what'll happen if I don't post any entries for the rest of the year...oh well.*Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My reason(s) for not posting anything since the last are as following;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1]I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;2]I got no motivation to.&lt;br /&gt;3]I got distracted by other interesting stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;4]I got no more excuses to type up but I just type this up so it'll be the longest-looking reason than the other excuses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My reason(s) for posting something since the last are as following;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1]I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;2]I got motivated to.&lt;br /&gt;3]I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; got distracted by other interesting stuffs but decided to spare some pity and time to this poor,poor blog.&lt;/b&gt;*Hugs blog tightly till' it bursts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I posted this because I felt a bit stressed out by my current daily activities.It only consists of &lt;u&gt;sleep(sometimes lacking)&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;eat(but not so much anymore,I think)&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;get all harassed when it comes to finding a job&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;worry&lt;/i&gt; about getting any job&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;use the lappy way too long than recommended by doctors(eye doctor,health doctor,you name it)&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;get angsty &amp; depressed randomly(due to being stuck at home probably)&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;feeling lonely(oh where art thou my friends?Lurus kah tu?)&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;get all pissy again when repeatedly being told to get a job&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;get headaches(thinking too much?)&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;listening to music&lt;/u&gt;.I can basically conclude that I think I am slowly melting into a big puddle of stinking,rotting [insert anything disgusting here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to get that out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to worry for is whether I need to see a shrink or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Somebody shoot me already.Okay,I kid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet,give me a job that requires me to use &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;creativity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rather than use my mathematical skills or people skills.Why do I always get pushed to apply for jobs that requires those two particular skills that I lack? Believe me,I am rather,oh,let's just say,&lt;u&gt;mathemathically illiterate&lt;/u&gt; and more or less an &lt;u&gt;anti-social&lt;/u&gt; when confronted with problems using numbers and when meeting strangers for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,I wished my Dear(pushy) Mum knew about this particular post.I can't get myself to speak up and tell them exactly what I want.Heck,if I think about it,most of the decisions in my life(let's say,subjects to take in school or something similar) are based on &lt;i&gt;somebody else's&lt;/i&gt;.I don't particularly hate it,infact,I usually let people do the thinking,but I realized that I probably &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be more independent and be more,um,outspoken. I can't...I just don't have enough self-confidence to make myself heard,even to my own family...how sad is that? (T-T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I suddenly feel pitiful for myself so I'll stop here(before I turn more emo-ish and attack the blog by hitting it repeatedly with an emo-spatula).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-5260016500973057605?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/5260016500973057605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=5260016500973057605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5260016500973057605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5260016500973057605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/06/ooa-post-after-almost-one-months.html' title='Oo..a post after almost one month&apos;s absence?'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-7934132271487317831</id><published>2008-05-14T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:00:48.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks in the Supermarket/any shopping place.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Cheered-up abit.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Evanescence - Uh..forgot the song name =.=&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,I found this funny list for prank ideas to be done in the supermarket(reading that again it seemed like I 'found' it 'in the supermarket'.LOL).It's kinda short,but these ideas are brilliant! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone,&lt;br /&gt;" 'Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&amp;M's on lay away.&lt;br /&gt;6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask,&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;br /&gt;9. Look right into the security camera &amp; use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.&lt;br /&gt;10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.&lt;br /&gt;11. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through,&lt;br /&gt;say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream..&lt;br /&gt;"NO! NO! It's those voices again!"&lt;br /&gt;15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!&lt;br /&gt;16. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "Pikachu, I choose you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone planning to do any of these? I want to witness it myself. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-7934132271487317831?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/7934132271487317831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=7934132271487317831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/7934132271487317831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/7934132271487317831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/05/pranks-in-supermarketany-shopping-place.html' title='Pranks in the Supermarket/any shopping place.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-2745332941681438273</id><published>2008-05-06T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:53:10.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SB9M3wTIGoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i1Jjqwn8vtA/s1600-h/annoyed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SB9M3wTIGoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i1Jjqwn8vtA/s200/annoyed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957015750482562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mood:&lt;u&gt;Annoyed and abit down-spirited.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;As usual,fans and Pchan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo..I don't really know where to start.I've had a nice week last week and today being the start of a new week started boringly and annoying.I woke up earlier than usual though which kinda makes me wonder why because I usually wake at around 12 or so in the afternoon but these past few days I can actually wake at 9 something in the morning despite sleeping at around 2 or 3 AM.Probably because of the pill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I woke up,showered,get dressed and instead of trying to find something to eat for breakfast I stayed in my room all morning,checking my Friendster and playing Rock Band,the game bought yesterday by Pchan's friend/aunt/my cousin(?),Qilah.I only went down to eat lunch at 2+PM,then went back upstairs to continue the game then got bored then just..lie sprawling on the tilam doing nothing for a few minutes(maybe hours?)while occasionally picking a song to play on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn bored I actually just stared at the ceiling.(It needs cleaning by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pchan came home from extra classes at around 4 something so I guess I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; actually do nothing for hours when I can make use of the time I have to maybe finally write the damn letter Mum kept pecking me(and telling me that my oldest Sis will get mad at me)about for days already but no,I refuse simply because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;b)I'm stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;c)I have no idea how to write the letter properly in order to get hired and&lt;br /&gt;d)I know it'll just waste my time/effort/energy to write as it'll end up rejected anyway.(For some reason Mum thinks it's easy to come up with a job application letter.Maybe I can just grab one out of thin air,shall I?) &lt;a href="http://s241.photobucket.com/albums/ff64/Kaetli/Smiley/?action=view&amp;current=sarcastic08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff64/Kaetli/Smiley/sarcastic08.jpg" border="0" alt="Smiley"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..Mum also mentioned earlier that she wants me to wake early tomorrow to send the application form for a new license.Get this,the license is for &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.Me who have &lt;b&gt;not yet&lt;/b&gt; mastered(or even try for that matter)&lt;u&gt;driving a real car.&lt;/u&gt;I mean,why? Don't anyone need to &lt;i&gt;learn&lt;/i&gt; first &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; apply for license?(Or am I wrong in thinking that?Anyone can tell me?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,I'm not happy.Here's hoping the rest of the week will be pleasant.(Riight.)&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s253.photobucket.com/albums/hh66/cRuel_Spy/?action=view&amp;current=05eba1eed3bd84272cf53414.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh66/cRuel_Spy/05eba1eed3bd84272cf53414.gif" border="0" alt="icon"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1",font color="red"&gt;A note to self:Just in case you forget,you started wearing your contacts yesterday so you have around 28 more days(?) to use them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;God,I hate it when this laptop freeze for no reason at all.Please,give me a new one for my birthday.Better yet,give me a tablet.And cash.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-2745332941681438273?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/2745332941681438273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=2745332941681438273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/2745332941681438273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/2745332941681438273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SB9M3wTIGoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i1Jjqwn8vtA/s72-c/annoyed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-8560966350480119286</id><published>2008-05-03T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:21:44.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam2 saja'/><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SBtbIgTIGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QiKkx957htw/s1600-h/meghan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SBtbIgTIGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QiKkx957htw/s320/meghan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195846796769237586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;u&gt;I can't decide.More or less like the pic on the left.Or below.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;The fan overhead,the fan over there and P-chan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,I had an unusually good time today.Eventhough I slept at around two or three in the morning yesterday(much like it is going to be right now),I didn't curse or get mad when I was awaken by loud voices(courtesy of dearest Jab&amp;P-chan) around,what was that? 9 or 10 AM? Huu~I am actually anticipating to wake up to go out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I'm &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; desperate to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Jabs told me that if I want to go out tomorrow with her&amp;family I have to wake up early.So,I guess my soul jot that down in her schedule and made sure I woke up in a good mood to participate in the todays activity.I went downstairs to shower but it was occupied.I was unceremoniously ambushed by my dear mother,reminding me to take this pills she mentioned yesterday night.Surprisingly,I took her advances well(seeing that usually I'd be annoyed when it comes to digesting pills) and actually gulped the pill with no grumbles and no difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that should say &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; about the rest of the day I'm going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shower,went upstairs and get clothed,went back downstairs and went to the living room(while waiting for my other sis to get ready).Jabs were watching(and dancing to) for the billionth time to the Ayumi Countdown LIVE concert DVD.Since I have nothing else to do,I joined in the dance.Should I mention my only breakfast was that pill and a glass of water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll37/marissaXsora/Anime/a3bnHLXwi5HC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll37/marissaXsora/Anime/a3bnHLXwi5HC.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,we went on a tuition-school hunt for Jabs&amp;Pchan.First,we went to the Study Zone in Gadong.(Nyeh,can't comment much on that.)Then,we went to eat.(Now this,I'm interested.)We went to the Mall's Foodcourt and for once I ordered something different than the usual Jollibee's stuff.We were passing by these two guys to get a table and what those two guys ate made me drool and so,I ordered a plate of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sizzling Noodle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;Coincidentally,Jabs want to eat the same thing too so we ordered two but end up getting only &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;.Personally,I think the lady who take the orders should clean out her ears.Now I have to share.Thanks lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,after sharing and caring with Jabs(and after a few fries&amp;burger),as usual whenever we go to Mall(especially with Farah around) we go to Arcade!Instantly Jabs&amp;Me get our hands on the drum machine and whacked,banged and boomed till my wrists hurts until now.I think we're getting really good at the normal difficulty,eventhough we had only played this thing(I forgot to check the name again,anyone knows?)like,twice before.Then again,we &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; haven't got on the high scores yet.Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... [&lt;b&gt;At this point I got cut off since the laptop froze and I had to restart.Thank goodness for auto-save.Bless you Blogger people.I would've flipped if it didn't save itself.&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Continuing on from where we left off..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished drumming,we went on our separate ways.I mean,I wish to play DDR with her but she was busy playing the car machine.While I was waiting near the dancing machine,a girl came and played.Then,after she finished one song she left.I was like,&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;'this girl have no idea about the fact that you can still continue up to four stages if you passed'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Or maybe she's just ignorant.Eitherway,I seized the opportunity to &lt;b&gt;freeload.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/_TooAwesomeForWords_/Icon%20Thingys/DDRGirl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/_TooAwesomeForWords_/Icon%20Thingys/DDRGirl.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued playing four more rounds by myself(Jabs&amp;Co.took up karaoke-ing) with tokens purchased by Pchan after finishing the random kind girl's stage.Yep,it was pretty fun.After that,I joined Pchan to sing one song with her.We sang 'Kiss Me' by SixpenceNoneTheRicher(boy,atu panjang namanya) so beautifully I felt like stabbing myself.(Nda wah,just kidding~ Okay kali ah kami nyanyi,nda harmonised saja,hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down and down to the 2nd floor(or is it 1st?Antah eh)to checkout if they optical store there have a free eye-check(I'm planning to wear contacts again but I need to know my degree).Turns out they charge it for $5.What a turn-off.Running off,we went to the CD store.Which one is it?I have no idea.Yes,I'm ignorant to actually know the store name.All I know is that it's nearby the Deejay Home Video blabla store.Checked out the anime section but found nothing interesting(for me lah,I dunno those two eh).I went randomly to the section for korean/japanese/chinese music DVDs and found Koda Kumi's Black Cherry album.Showed it to Jabs and she persuaded big sister to buy.&lt;b&gt;Sold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down one more level,walkwalkwalk,bought a sticker(haha,macam kanak2),blablabla,went underground,blablabla,bought a drink(I thirsty yo),blabla,played treadmill on the escalatoh,blablabla,went home to drop off lil' Eklin,Mum&amp;Farah and went back on the road.By now I'm really tired but for the sake of wearing contacts again,I have to know my degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go to bank first though,need to pay bill mah~ then,went to the MindQuest Tuition school in Gadong area as well,I think Jabs gonna enroll there instead..hm..then,went to the nearby optical store but it's still charged $5(gee,is it me or it's the same store but different branch?).Sis just want it to get over with so we agreed to pay.Turns out the doc isn't there so we have to occupy ourselves with something else for 20mins or so.I suggested we check the Harajuku Shop near Pizza Hut since Pchan really wants to see it ever since she laid her eyes on the sign.We went but I didn't go in and Sis was trying to find a parking spot so only Jabs and Pchan went in.I didn't go in because..I dunno,the salesgirl is too pretty,it hurts my eyes,hahaha..there's also an optical store on this block so went there and yeay!Finally we found yg free,hahaha.Went to find something,then eat(I didn't eat anything,&lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; did) and went home.Whew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home,after dinner I went browsing for contact lenses.Minta kirimkan arah big bro,ia kan ke Miri,sana murahkan?Yatah the reason aku susah2 mencheck mata ku tu,hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus,I end my story of the day(Gila,ane udah kul 4 pagi kali ah,hahaha).Can't wait eh for my lenses,hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-8560966350480119286?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/8560966350480119286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=8560966350480119286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/8560966350480119286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/8560966350480119286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SBtbIgTIGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QiKkx957htw/s72-c/meghan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-3851744904896724554</id><published>2008-05-01T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:04:41.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad'/><title type='text'>Upsetting.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Depressed,mad,upset,anything to do with sad lah pokoknya.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Gloomy music in my head.I'm gonna die(JK).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj298/Juju_2008_bucket/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj298/Juju_2008_bucket/awww.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies,gentlemen,stuffed animals alike and fellow slackers,I have been told by a friend that the interview result for the new intake of MTSSR is out a few days ago.I kept away from trying to know what's in store for me and yet,couldn't stop myself from being curious(since sooner or later I have to know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiousity got the better of me and I typed my way to the official website for MTSSR hoping that they have the list online.Fortunately,the list is posted so I carefully edged my cursor to the courses I have yet to succeed in taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1",font color="red"&gt;It turns out,I didn't get accepted at any of the three.Bummer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually hear my bubble of hope popping the instant I finished reading the list.My vision became blurry and my head went spinning wildly.My whole world crashes and went into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm just pulling your leg.Only the part where my bubble of hope is true,the rest..well,I suppose one shouldn't dwell too much on such matters.Yes,I'm &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; optimistic about it.I don't know why but I felt kinda relieved..maybe because I know I won't be as passionate as Romeo to Juliet if I actually &lt;i&gt;got&lt;/i&gt; accepted for any of the three courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm,yeah,I agree.I'm a &lt;font color="lime"&gt;weirdo.&lt;/font&gt;And all the trouble I went through to send the form.Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,I'm not that terribly disappointed at my failure to get accepted.Though,now I have to face further disappointment from my dear Mum and fellow sisters.Gosh,wonder what they have in store for me if I actually told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I'm not &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to tell them,I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Eventually.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then,I'm out to hunt for food in order to forget what I just discovered.Care to join?&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-3851744904896724554?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/3851744904896724554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=3851744904896724554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3851744904896724554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3851744904896724554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/05/upsetting.html' title='Upsetting.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-4339138517984180468</id><published>2008-04-27T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:35:15.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tummyache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>Re-formatted.</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Stomachache.How do you think that feels? =.=&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Earlier there was Bounce by Koda Kumi.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya~ the lappie got re-formatted earlier today so I absentmindedly &lt;b&gt;forgot to save the pictures folder&lt;/b&gt;.There goes my picture source.&lt;u&gt;Down in the drains.&lt;/u&gt; Siigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say of the rest of my day,mostly just rolled around on the tilam,became drowsy and sorta sleeping but awake.You know,the state that you get when you are bored in the examination room after giving up on the exams paper.Yea,like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hm,what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!I also stupidly agreed on watching that boring-to-death Indon horror flick.It is beyond me why the script writer/director/producer thinks that it should be given a chance to breathe at all.What was it called again? '____ ngesot'? Jeez,&lt;b&gt;it's so lame I forgot the title&lt;/b&gt;.Thank goodness I watched at home or else it'll be a waste of money.But then again,my brother bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Silly dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to just buy a Western flick when it comes to the horror genre (atleast it'll be less lame and more understandable) but noo~ noone listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Heeshh..sakit bah parut ah,napakan yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa????!(Is it because of those instant drinks in packets?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah,I'm out eh.I'll go scavenge for those cosplay pictures &lt;i&gt;someday&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-4339138517984180468?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/4339138517984180468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=4339138517984180468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/4339138517984180468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/4339138517984180468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/re-formatted.html' title='Re-formatted.'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-3755192429192603304</id><published>2008-04-24T15:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:09:59.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged but What About the Other Seven? =__=</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Bemused abit.Bored alot.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Amuro Namie - WHAT A FEELING.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho..I've been tagged.I suppose I'm going to have to delay the 'This-is-how-Cosplaying-should-look-like' post.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED BY &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIBAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people (A/N:Can't it be any number?What if I have nobody else in my list? =__= ) in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box (A/N:Wat if they don't have one?) that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I replaced a question about 'What do you think you were in your past?' to 'What,in your opinion,is the best-est way to get away from it all?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Questions &amp; the Answers:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha,I've never wanted to marry.Okay,let's say the right person came strolling into my life unsuspectedly and both of us have this crazy desire to wed eachother(haha,&lt;i&gt;very likely&lt;/i&gt; ;p),maybe in my late 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;OMG,I'm &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; 20 now! =__=" *Looks left&amp;right* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What,in your opinion,is the best-est way to get away from it all?&lt;br /&gt;- Well,if I can actually get away by stealing a rocket ship and launch myself(after the kidnapping of a desired person)with the desired person to space,I'll probably choose that option to get away from it all.Haha.On a serious note,I should probably just chill somewhere like the beach or go (window-)shopping.With the desired person on tow of course ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;- Meh..I have no idea.Bits of this,bits of that.I guess I like to read.Then again,I lack books.Please donate.(If too stingy,just &lt;i&gt;lend&lt;/i&gt;.Please? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell yeah!Why do you think I'm unhappy? Cos' I'm damn broke,that's why.Oh,I guess a bit of love in your life helps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Guh,talk about obvious. Heh,I would want to get the exact amount of money to come out of my pocket whenever I need to pay for goodies.That way,I am hassle-free from the need to count and no fuss over money.Ever. Dreamland out of the way,I want to be doing whatever I want to do in the future and be good at it to the max.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;- Well,I'm still alive here,aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;- My sanity and my ability to comprehend between reality and the imaginary. Oh,and the $1 Million,if I &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; win any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Stock up on food(I'm buying by the boxes),buy books,go on vacation,etc.By the time I'm left with $1 I'll start to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.How else am I going to get married in my late 20s? Alright,honestly maybe yes,then proceed to make it difficult to communicate.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.(In my case,it's Dibs.)&lt;br /&gt;- awesome,amusing,active(more than me so yea). 3As hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;- Hah.Must be tall,have gorgeous hair,light-skinned,have rippling abs,respectful,doesn't smoke/get high/drink alcohol/all that social crap,romantic,likes music(no rap please),preferably mixed blood,can cook,playful,intellectual and all that stuff that makes him dreamy and imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;In reality though,I'd take any normal dude who loves me for who I am. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Hate is too strong.I dislike people who doesn't clean up their own mess,people who smokes,people who turns into an ass for no reason at all,people who doesn't want to listen to reasons,people who thinks highly of themselves too much,hypocrites,backstabbers &amp; more unpleasant attitudes.These people ah,talk to the tangan ehh,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;- To be an artist.Actually anything to do with art.Go figure =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you can teleport once, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;- Way back to when I'm a baby.Basically the idea is I have nothing to think about and plus,I don't need to take care of my poo.Haha.Lazy-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What dramatic event(s) that you have ever encountered in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Hrm.I dunno,hardly any drama in my life really.It'll bore people to death if it's made into a TV show.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. If you could undo doing one mistake in the past, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Well,I'd probably help my late sister to shove more iron-filled food down her throat and stop her from over-doing sports.She ended up sick and died.Honestly at the time,I haven't done much to help her back then.May her soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;- I'd change my physique actually,haha. Hrm,my insomniacism.I would love to get rid of that,I want to sleep normally,damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What music have you been listening to recently?&lt;br /&gt;- Lotsa Jpops.I wonder whatever happened to my Jrock obsessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your least favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuggin' mosquitoes. and spiders. Pokoknya insects lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If one day you couldn't do the things that you are used to doing now anymore, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;- Crazed.Haha,abit like that lah,then wonder what happened that makes it so.After that,try to go on with the rest of my life span.Eventually,everyone will find themselves that they're incapable of doing anything anymore,so why fret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tag siPchan saja.Cian ah? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Psst~ Pchan,law ko mmbaca ane,kupi rah bloggmu ahh pasainya aku tag kauu.Udah ku cakap nyangku bagi tia chatbox arah blogmu ah nda jua ko meratii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-3755192429192603304?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/3755192429192603304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=3755192429192603304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3755192429192603304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3755192429192603304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged-but-what-about-other.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged but What About the Other Seven? =__='/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-333946165028051366</id><published>2008-04-22T00:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:51:35.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplaying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and weird'/><title type='text'>Funny &amp; Weird</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Muhuhuhu..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Nada bah..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohh!~ My day has been boring so far but now I've come up with something to share.I've been browsing cosplay pictures earlier and found lots of cool ones and er..questionable ones.I think for now I'll share the funny &amp;amp; weird ones,hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRESENTING:FUNNY &amp; WEIRD COSPLAYING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/linaivanov/Cosplay/deathnote_cosplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/linaivanov/Cosplay/deathnote_cosplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's a &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt; Death Note.Anyone notice the eye holes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z143/Aristotle_Philosophy/Cosplay/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z143/Aristotle_Philosophy/Cosplay/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey~this isn't such a bad idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/angryboxedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/angryboxedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See..cardboard box &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; useful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAzILe38z-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/60C-gK-a-n0/s1600-h/th_mgsbox8td.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAzILe38z-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/60C-gK-a-n0/s320/th_mgsbox8td.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191744570043191266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;This one really cracks me up xD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/toeface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/toeface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough of boxes.How about a toe?You can't deny the resemblance there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Baninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Baninja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;BaNinjas are lethal,might cause a deadly laughing fit before battle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y178/DesertLily/photos/General%20cosplay/1204129549838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y178/DesertLily/photos/General%20cosplay/1204129549838.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;So does Banana Gundam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/piratevs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/piratevs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well,shouldn't have drank all those rums..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Dance.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Dance.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Wonder what happened to the 3rd girl from the left's shoes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/curioused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/curioused.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well,I can't say I'm not curious as well,teeheehee..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Tenguman/Cosplay/twins09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Tenguman/Cosplay/twins09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Now this..is plain freaky+weird.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/inuyashadriving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/inuyashadriving.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Inuyasha can &lt;B&gt;DRIVE??!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/lee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;GAI-SENSEI!!!!xD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Narutogroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Narutogroup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I bet it's that other Naruto,haha..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Push.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/Push.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Itachi and Sasuke makes swinging looks so fun..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/orochimaruandkibaswings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/orochimaruandkibaswings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;...that Kiba and Orochimaru decides to join in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/zabuzaslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/toiea/funny%20cosplay/zabuzaslide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Zabuza of course,doesn't want to be left out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d129/Queen_of_the_Brits/funnyhpcosplayel1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d129/Queen_of_the_Brits/funnyhpcosplayel1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Okay,enough of Naruto ones,how about Harry Potter then?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m196/lizard_with_guns/cosplaycandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m196/lizard_with_guns/cosplaycandy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Actually,I lied..but this is SO CUTE!!x)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h153/leonfan24/bwaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h153/leonfan24/bwaha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I promise this is the last (Naruto) one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/jinxie_02/Bad%20Cosplay/sora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/jinxie_02/Bad%20Cosplay/sora.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Somewhere a graphic designer is crying their heart out looking at this..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/timberwolf0924/Cosplay/American%20Cosplay/img1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/timberwolf0924/Cosplay/American%20Cosplay/img1221.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Somewhere an innocent internet browser is probably trying to gouge their eyes out at this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b343/Aoi_Panda/Cosplay/1197473563564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b343/Aoi_Panda/Cosplay/1197473563564.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;and I thought discovering Sailormoon as a man is scary..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's all I can manage for today,folks.&lt;s&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have a nightmare because of that Pikachu pic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,scratch that.Make it the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;last four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-333946165028051366?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/333946165028051366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=333946165028051366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/333946165028051366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/333946165028051366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-weird.html' title='Funny &amp; Weird'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/linaivanov/Cosplay/th_deathnote_cosplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-3730700873429524931</id><published>2008-04-20T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:17:19.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam2 saja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Whooosh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SApEy-38z9I/AAAAAAAAADc/XBFr2Eiw03U/s1600-h/th_groggy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SApEy-38z9I/AAAAAAAAADc/XBFr2Eiw03U/s320/th_groggy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191037163159736274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;u&gt;Tired &amp;amp; something feels odd in my tummy..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Nadaa..only the fan above mah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huu..ello my lil' blog! It's been awhile,yee? Kukukuk,I was..what should I use as an excuse? Hm..busy? Yeah,busy. Alright,maybe not but who cares? You(blog) are just a means of expressing ones emotions or opinions,as well as interests,not somebody who can overpower the owner right? So,shut it! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I must be either crazy to argue with my own blog or I'm just bored or I'm insane.Actually,all three applies,heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm here because I'm out of stuff to do.I guess I'm supposed to sleep seeing that it's already 1 AM by now but I'm not sleepy even if I am tired.Besides,I'm just so used to this(sleeping late in the morning) that I can't stop myself.I've tried to will myself to atleast &lt;b&gt;wake up&lt;/b&gt; early but,alas,it's a total crap of an idea.Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm..my sleeping problems aside,I forgot(that's a &lt;b&gt;lie&lt;/b&gt;) to post(I actually remembered but got lazy,hehe) about the arrival of my twin nephews and their mom(my sis)&amp;amp;ayah2 from KL,like four days ago? They only get to stay here for five days,so tomorrow they're gonna go back.Heh,to think that it would be somewhat fun for them to be here since I haven't seen them for,I dunno,a loong time(feels like it) but noo,they(my nephews) instead prefer to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;just sit their asses on the floor in my room,stare at the TV and play PS2.Oh,and the mom&amp;amp;ayah2 kept going out.(Seriously,is there &lt;i&gt;really anything&lt;/i&gt; to see in Brunei??)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Helloo? This is what they want to do here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose something positive can be said of this obsession with PS2 thing.Ever since those two came my sleeping time is somewhat lessen since they have the courtesy to wake me up at around 9 or so(even if I slept at around 3 or so but they don't know that) &lt;b&gt;just to play the damned PS.&lt;/b&gt;You can just imagined how pleased I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept hogging the PS until two days ago,in a time which I introduced to them(out of boredom and frustration at their hogging-ness) the magical game,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dance Dance Revolution!(DDR for short)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Hahaha,my brilliant plan worked!Finally I can play along nicely with them but unfortunately after a few tries,&lt;u&gt;they began to hog who gets to &lt;i&gt;pick a song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Gee..thanks for actually &lt;i&gt;letting&lt;/i&gt; me play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho..forgot to mention here how they look like.Weeelll~ I'm not really good at describing how a person looks.I guess I can say that they looked &lt;i&gt;waaaaaaay&lt;/i&gt; different than the last time I saw them.For the record,they became Garfield-like(minus the fur &amp;amp; orangeness of course),although when it comes to their head it's somewhat the same like before.Same face,same tweety voice(can't wait to hear them suddenly speaking in deep voices,gahaha) and same hairstyles.Other thing different is they can somewhat understand &amp;amp; speak English too now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time,they weren't PS-ing so we were chilling in the living room.We(me,my lil' sis and P-chan,them) were fooling around there,talking and all,and out of nowhere one of the twin(the younger one)said that the brother has a girlfriend.After hearing that,the brother claimed that the other is the one who has one.I asked if it's true but they kept on pointing fingers at eachother(they didn't deny though xD).My sis said must be just their crush seeing that they're just what? 6 or 7 year olds? I considered this and it's reasonable enough.If it's true though,they're waaay ahead of me in the relationship game,hahaha.Btw,I wouldn't approve of the idea that a 6/7 year olds having a boyfee/girlfee.That makes &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; pathetic,kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight,some of my family went out for dinner.Thank-yous goes to my big brother&amp;amp;wife for the rare treat,haha.We went to the Mall and since it's Saturday night,it's really packed.Saw lotsa rock/emo-inspired youngsters there.Guh,I'm pretty impressed by some and really confused by alot.One sample of confusion goes to this girl with hoodie on.Like,dudette,we're &lt;i&gt;inside(and it's night-time too)&lt;/i&gt;,unless the fire alarm broke and there's water sprouting everywhere,you &lt;i&gt;shouldn't&lt;/i&gt; put the hood covering your head.Plus,I wanted to see how your whole hair looks,the only thing visible is some dangling out of your hoodie.Not that I care but I like hair-criticising more,hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some oggling(on my part) and eating,we(mum went somewhere else,dad disappeared) went to the arcade.Daymmn~ it's jam-packed with guys but only a few looks interesting to me.Sigh..anyhoo,the twins immediately got themselves a machine to play with,haha.As for me,went around the place once,got asked by one twin to get some coins,got some coins from big brother,went back to find the twins missing,went around looking for them,forgot what happened next,stopped to look at this new drum machine,persuaded my lil' sis to try it out with self and ended playing it twice.Guh,it really is funnnnnnnnnnnnn!!Next time I go to Mall,I'm gonna play this thing again,hahahaha xD After my turn ends,the twins(as expected)of course,would want to try as well but they ended up being helped(as in,bothered,kekeke) by various people eg.Me,my big brother,my other brother,the twins's mom,my sis&amp;amp;her daughter.Great fun,that was,huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished fooling around at the arcade,it's time to go home.Turns out when I went to retrieve my drink(drinks are not allowed yaaww,put em' on the desk outside bahh),I find it &lt;b&gt;missing.&lt;/b&gt;Gosh!I was afraid that was gonna happen!someone else taking me drink! Darn! And I loike that drink too,ya know? Hopefully,the person who took it realised that it's &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; their drink and be horrified of the germ factor.(Seriously though,I felt thirstyy afterwardsss!!..I'm still mad cos' there's still &lt;b&gt;plenty&lt;/b&gt; of pearls I haven't consumed from that drink,not to mention,&lt;b&gt;IT'S STILL HALF FULL,DAMN IT!&lt;/b&gt;) !@(&amp;amp;^#&amp;amp;!^@*!^@#%!^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jubur jua banar orang atu eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abit better letting that out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuing on...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik&amp;amp;Abang(the twins) managed to buy a dance-pad of their own along with some dance CD games to start with.Their mom(my sis) offered me to pick one game for myself since 5 games $10.I looked through the shelve and saw most game are not my type so I lamely picked the American Idol one(yes,klasik kali ahh,bulehh) and put them on the counter.What can I say?They have boring selections and we lost the previous Idol CD game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last minute before going home,I managed to pick up a bag of my favourite snack,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the kuacehs aka 'sunflower seeds'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nya urang puteh,kekekeke..&lt;br /&gt;I asked mum $2 for it and rushed to the nuts section(hahaha,&lt;b&gt;nuts section&lt;/b&gt;).I was torn to find out they raised the price abit,from $1 to $1.20!The bigger pack costs $2.50!So as you can see my dillemma,I can't buy two at once anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAo-He38z8I/AAAAAAAAADU/SPqBE3UobVQ/s1600-h/th_ayu-icon-pissed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191029818765660098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAo-He38z8I/AAAAAAAAADU/SPqBE3UobVQ/s320/th_ayu-icon-pissed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished contemplating my faltering relationship with sunflower seeds from now on(I mean,when was the last time I bought these and now its price changed!),I went to the counter and paid..siJabrique(my lil' sis) cheered me up by giving me one of her buy-one-free-one custard bread,which later consumed mostly by P-chan,my niece,back at home(since she didn't come along).I guessed that's okay,I pity her for not coming,she missed the opportunity to mingle again.She's so stubborn mahh~&lt;br /&gt;(and to P-chan,oi,cuatah ko mingle,nda jua kan urg marah kali ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think the twins are gonna leave at 10 in the morning?I don't really know the exact time they're leaving but I miss them already :( Hopefully,I get to hug em' before they leave,ahh..should've done that earlier since there's no way I'm gonna get up early tomorrow..oh,wait,it's actually about 7 hours from now..guh.&lt;br /&gt;Bah,sleep ku dulu.Sakit pulang ni payut ah.Apakan,nda jua ku banyak makan pasanku tadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tido tah,kang aher bangun.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-3730700873429524931?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/3730700873429524931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=3730700873429524931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3730700873429524931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3730700873429524931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/whooosh.html' title='Whooosh..'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SApEy-38z9I/AAAAAAAAADc/XBFr2Eiw03U/s72-c/th_groggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-6903781037964246534</id><published>2008-04-15T02:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:28:48.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>A Late Discovery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAOuiUtrItI/AAAAAAAAADE/NFC52x5blEI/s1600-h/th_emoticon-006.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189183100360008402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAOuiUtrItI/AAAAAAAAADE/NFC52x5blEI/s320/th_emoticon-006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood:&lt;u&gt;Pleased with self.&lt;/u&gt; *Pats self.*&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;The air-conditioner next room.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just posting this short note to remind myself how the simplicity of discovering something new really would really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance,I viewed a friend's blog out of boredom.Turns out the friend added something new to their blog.Viewed the new widget and thinks to self that I should try it out.Signed up for it,stylize it according to taste,etc.After a lot of altering and viewing,I got myself a &lt;u&gt;shoutbox!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,my blog looks more stuffed! Not to mention,I finally fixed the correct time for my region,so no more incorrect time whenever I post! How awesome is that? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what else I can discover and add to this abode of mine? Whatever it is,I'll find out sooner or later but for now I think I should probably be off since it's 3 in the morning&lt;s&gt;(you can see that on the time posted right?)&lt;/s&gt;,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:What's up with the time?? I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I fixed it? Grr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="C:\Users\Owner\Pictures\Icons\EMOticons\th_emoticon-009.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189183620051051234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAOvAktrIuI/AAAAAAAAADM/PLAidluBjaQ/s320/th_emoticon-009.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-6903781037964246534?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/6903781037964246534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=6903781037964246534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6903781037964246534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6903781037964246534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-discovery.html' title='A Late Discovery!'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAOuiUtrItI/AAAAAAAAADE/NFC52x5blEI/s72-c/th_emoticon-006.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-3708126441693465658</id><published>2008-04-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:44:19.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good-looking people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shonen-ai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>What a dull,dull day....</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Sorta out of it.Like,empty,ya know?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Hrm..snores...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum..not much going on today,my parents came back from KL yesterday and so,there goes my singing career in the living room =____= I dunno why but my dad's just against that Japanese karaoke CD.Whenever he's around and someone(either me,my sis or my niece)tries to have a bit of fun belting out our fave Jap songs,he just can't stand by without saying anything to mom.Then,mom would proceed to harass us by using weird sign languages to tell us to stop.We'll end up being bitter old women after that.Honestly,I think my dad is either just jealous of us or he's just confused with all the mind-boggling Jap words that we screeched out.Wonder when they're gonna realise it does us good to siphon out our stress by doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Earlier my bro and my sis,along with myself and my fave niece were holed up in the living room.We were watching this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188783702761218706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="327" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJDSUtrIpI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Rt9tmOZjwg/s320/Onemissedcall_posterbig.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,looks freaky but personally the scare factor is kinda like 5/10.I have to say the graphics are nicely done and yup,expect sightings of weird-faced people like that in the poster.I didn't really get how the curse actually started(or actually why it happened),but I guess for the sake of story-telling you hafta have a good imagination.For ya'll scaredy-cats out there,this movie can scare you but not more than how scary it is when you realised most of the time you have your phone nearby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh come on!Let's forget about that now shall we?How about I treat you with a drawing I made out of boredom?Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJGsUtrIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Cyx0zfeBpI/s1600-h/On3-wing3d+ang3l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188787447972700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJGsUtrIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Cyx0zfeBpI/s320/On3-wing3d+ang3l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a one-winged,pink-haired angel boy! xD Talk about random,hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see,when did I make this masterpiece?Hrm..was it yesterday or the day before that?I forgot but nonetheless,isn't this cute? Its utter simpleness and visible lazyness shows how much time and skill have to be used to produce such a good material.Plus,the facial expression of the angel boy says it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am ashamed to potray myself in this drabby costume on such a lame backdrop.Not to mention,did somebody drugged me to do this?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed,the backdrop seemed 'lame' to him but to me,it's kinda artistic.Hey,I just discovered the smudge tool so get off my case angel boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall,the picture is so soft-looking I need to use extra spectacles to see clearly.Then again,isn't a depiction of heaven like that?All soft and cloudy and white?According to most it does,so I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright then,how about a picture of something else more beautiful that that damn drawing of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJLP0trIrI/AAAAAAAAACw/2IJVzmPojOg/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188792455904567986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJLP0trIrI/AAAAAAAAACw/2IJVzmPojOg/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There,happy?Atleast,he gets to draw on somebody who is already pretty.That way he can claim that really is his masterpiece.&lt;s&gt;Such a cheat.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I'm into this things(the part where I'm interested in &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;yaoi,meaning bishounens on bishounens,meaning pretty boys on pretty boys,meaning pretty gay guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)? No? Oh well.Now you know.Phew~ I was wondering when I'm gonna admit that.Actually,that's a lie but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,I'm out.No idea who Peace is but I'm trying to go now.So,bye.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-3708126441693465658?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/3708126441693465658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=3708126441693465658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3708126441693465658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/3708126441693465658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-dulldull-day.html' title='What a dull,dull day....'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SAJDSUtrIpI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Rt9tmOZjwg/s72-c/Onemissedcall_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-6411980103565080342</id><published>2008-04-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:45:56.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fur case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIECE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose'/><title type='text'>For the sake of not forgetting it..*snickers*</title><content type='html'>Mood:&lt;u&gt;Absolutely torn between amused and annoyed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;u&gt;Nothing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/R_5J2S1vgII/AAAAAAAAACQ/vXTBszXLB7M/s1600-h/587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187665017896403074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/R_5J2S1vgII/AAAAAAAAACQ/vXTBszXLB7M/s320/587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am greatly amused by what I've done I decide to just write about it in this new post.Nevermind the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,you see,it all started on a boring night(tonight that is)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished re-reading the last Harry Potter book.I put it down and thought about the ending.Since this is the second(or is it third?) time I read them,I realised that the ending wasn't really satisfying somehow but I swatted that thought out of my mind.Since I did that,I practically am blank inside and wished for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my attention to my niece.She was nearby,tapping away on her laptop.I took a peek and saw that she was posting on her blog.Since she's occupied,I looked around the room.There,infront of me,lies her schoolbag.Deciding to take a look what's inside I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can see is her pencil case.I looked through again and found another one but this one is fairly interesting.It's the furry type one,you know,the one that looks like somebody decided to make a pencil case out of a polar bear but this one is of course,of fake fur,&lt;i&gt;I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,what got me interested is,the one side I can see from the bag is colored in orange and pink stripes.Thinking how cute it looks,I took it out and saw that the other side of it is infact,&lt;i&gt;white.&lt;/i&gt;Way to dampen my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my niece what the hell happened to the other side and she said she colored it herself using her pen.So,that explains why it looks half retarded.I look closely at her artwork and noticed that she didn't finish a corner of the case so deciding there's nothing else to do(not to mention I dislike it when something that looks good doesn't gets finished),I asked my niece to give me her colored pens so I can finish em'.She gave them to me and I set to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a loong time,I managed to brighten the intensity of the orange and pink stripes.I was halfway finished when my niece leaned close to me and said I can read her post now.Feeling somewhat disturbed and silly,I jokingly pointed the pink pen to her nose.I dunno how it happened but she moved to avoid getting inked on her nose and I'm guessing that's a bad idea cos' now she have small pink line(about what?only 0.5 cm??) on her honkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something surprising happen,there's usually some time before it hits you.Well,in this case,it took about 1 to 2 seconds to sink in before my niece grabbed her nose and throw unnecessary tantrums.Hellooo??I can barely see it with my glasses on,shouldn't that mean something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo,although I felt annoyed that she made it into such a big deal,I also felt immensely amused.I do feel sorry about it since it's an accident. (Ah,yes.She managed to type this event on her blog too.Although,it sounded more like she cursed me.Oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; intended to draw on her nose.I just wanna put a pink dot on it. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-6411980103565080342?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/6411980103565080342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=6411980103565080342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6411980103565080342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6411980103565080342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-sake-of-not-forgetting-itsnickers.html' title='For the sake of not forgetting it..*snickers*'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/R_5J2S1vgII/AAAAAAAAACQ/vXTBszXLB7M/s72-c/587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-6057509118902378023</id><published>2008-04-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:05:12.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIECE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank'/><title type='text'>I'm finally here!! Part.2</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;u&gt;Thirsty and booored.Kinda.Can't decide really.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bemused.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/bemused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Ai Otsuka - Pocket.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again! It's been like what? 3 days since the last time I posted my first post? I was hoping to stay absent for a whole week but here I am,bored,so yeah,you get a small update.Hehehe..&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutesmile.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/cutesmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the whole time I was gone.I was wondering what to write about if I decided to continue on my pathetic attempt at blogging.Although it's basically a blank vision in my head,I'll try to come up with something as I go along.So..hrm...ah!How about a shout out to my beautiful&lt;br /&gt;niece?Sounds awesome to me since I'm practically empty of ideas(for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,niecey~!You know who you are,cos' basically,you are my ultimate niece in the house who can actually read and understand this,since every other nieces I have at home are too young to understand me yet,cos' you know,they're small..and..cute(at times) and also,they don't know what internet is(yet).So yeah..erm..how about a goat?(trying to stop thinking of cute lil' Adila with that cute expression of seriousness)You love em',don'tcha?Here you go!&lt;a href="http://s154.photobucket.com/albums/s240/pburton1014/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Emoticon-GoatII.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Goat II" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s240/pburton1014/Emoticon-GoatII.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's currently munching endlessly on that patch of grass so you might wanna wait for awhile before you drag it away to play dress up and have tea parties with you(cos' you never know if it can.... &lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kick.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/kick.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tae-kwan-do your ass for disturbing it's peaceful munching). If that actually happened,you'll be looking abit like this.. &lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mummy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/mummy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?Hm.. if I had to write about my day,it's basically..boring as usual.I dunno,I'm probably just the type to get bored easily but I try to cope,ya know?Anywhoo,I killed some time karaoke-ing with that niece I mentioned earlier,you know,the one that can use the net.Yep,that's the one(she has a blog too,you know?If you check it out,she might have posted little tidbits of her day that has me in it).Well~ we sang Ayu's song.You know,Ayu as in Ayumi Hamasaki? &lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/FreyaAyuFan/gifs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=byebye.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/FreyaAyuFan/gifs/byebye.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah,that Ayu.Wanna know how we did?Ehh~ it was..acceptable,I guess.I mean,apart from the mic that my niece used is damn broken,everything else is fine.Then again,I'm just saying it's fine.I'm actually irritated by the mic.It sucks.I want to kill it. &lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fierce.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/fierce.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho..ferget about it.Let's talk bout something else.Wait,what?You want to know how my niece look like?Weelll~ can't really describe,though sometimes,she likes to dance like a drugged-up person,like this &lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee13/virginiahenriques/emoticon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emot68.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee13/virginiahenriques/emoticon/emot68.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes,amusing and yes,pretty stupid but amusing nonetheless.Amusement is pretty lacking in this house(in the form of crazy movements of course) so I appreciate her 'art'.Honestly.What?You think I'm lying?By what evidence?.......&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snicker.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/snicker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm snickering because I genuinely think it's hilarious sometimes.Not because,I think she &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;really is&lt;/span&gt; insane or anything...ookay,moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..should I mention that I colored my hair today?I mean,it's not a big deal,I've been doing it alot before this but I guess,for the sake of conversation,well,okay.Today,ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen(assuming they're the imagination kind cos' hey,they're cool and all),I colored my hair,again.Technically,my lovely niece is the one who did all the work,I just sit there and act oblivious to the fact that she's covering my whole head with brown goo.I must say,it sounds fun to put goo on a person's head but alas,it is afterall,a hard work to be a professional at it.Not to mention,all the hard work and long hour is put to the test after I washed them away and blink!I'm a dark headed girl now!Sounds good but it's &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to look,at the very least,abit &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;light golden brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,not completely &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Sigh,I feel slightly disappointed but I guess,it'll be alright for my mom since she's against me with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reddish&lt;/span&gt;(or any other color than &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; for that matter actually) hair.Oh,and my niece? Yeah,she's cool with it,looking alittle like this..&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=017.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/017.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes,she's also disappointed but less obvious than me who look like this.. &lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=051.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/051.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......but seriously though,it's a-okay! &lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ok.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/ok.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! My 2nd post looks long enuff so me finks I shud stop cos' u know,Im gettin tired n lazy(u can tell frm my lack of corect speling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,later*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=045.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emoticon" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/banhmithik/045.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-6057509118902378023?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/6057509118902378023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=6057509118902378023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6057509118902378023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/6057509118902378023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-finally-here-part2.html' title='I&apos;m finally here!! Part.2'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/FreyaAyuFan/gifs/th_byebye.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647587193528527911.post-5998696704815093751</id><published>2008-04-05T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:00:31.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello! No idea why I typed that since,let's face it,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nobody's gonna read this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(Unless,I heckle random people to)Maybe I think it's appropriate?polite?nice?Whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post evvaarr! :) Yeay!Congrats to me for doing this!I mean come on,blogging is something for the brave to do and now,I'm in the circle of the braves.Whee~!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm actually just trying this out you know(the 'you' is referred to anyone reading this however strange that actually happened),blogging seems like a fun,harmless(really?),interesting-est way to express one's opinion(not to mention a great way to vent out frustration and anger).See?I expressed an opinion already! :)&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I have no more ideas for this subject so let's move on to another topic on another paragraph,shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Will you look at that?The clock on my side of the world is almost 4 AM! I shall bid you(whoever you are)farewell for now since I'm sure my eyes aren't pretending to play droopy all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!* ;)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Later here means,maybe tomorrow,maybe next week,maybe in another time and planet,who knows.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647587193528527911-5998696704815093751?l=painonthebehind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/feeds/5998696704815093751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647587193528527911&amp;postID=5998696704815093751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5998696704815093751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647587193528527911/posts/default/5998696704815093751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painonthebehind.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-finally-here.html' title='I&apos;m finally here!!'/><author><name>M a r u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452213353380101759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cy3Ly1eakEo/SYfY7HjOxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wgBPMFUQx-g/S220/av-9431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
