<?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-4911412360396066167</id><updated>2012-03-03T01:13:11.046+08:00</updated><category term='Steps of Audition'/><category term='Pages of My Life'/><category term='In My Pointe Shoes'/><title type='text'>- Da.Sixth.Month -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-9053841295001214214</id><published>2012-03-01T16:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T16:01:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Big Bang has finally released his mini album, ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;Six songs were released and that included Blue that was released earlier than the rest. And I can say, I'm really impressed with their comeback. In fact, I thought this album was better than their previous'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;Another MV that came out was 'BADBOY' which I totally fell in love with right after the music just started. I thought it was better than Blue, a LOT. Oh me gosh, the fact that I LOVE bad boys increased my liking to the song and the MV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;Basically, the MV is a bad boy(s) apologizing to their girlfriend because they're bad. They love the girl, but sometimes their ways may disappoint/upset the girl. And they can't change because they're too bad. Oh come on, good boys are no fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;Here are some screenshot from the MV. Sorry for the poor quality :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d2P2GIOvBvM/T080bxTlIFI/AAAAAAAACCM/qxxFdrxu5wM/s1600/gdragon.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d2P2GIOvBvM/T080bxTlIFI/AAAAAAAACCM/qxxFdrxu5wM/s320/gdragon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714844103853023314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;G-DRAGON, leader of Big Bang has a long hair falling across his face. I think the way he dressed really look like a bad boy, HAHA. And I love his rap more than T.O.P's, sadly. I love his swag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9YMSmf7WqY/T081AVwIdvI/AAAAAAAACCY/HcFwmlpQb7s/s1600/taeyang.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9YMSmf7WqY/T081AVwIdvI/AAAAAAAACCY/HcFwmlpQb7s/s320/taeyang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714844732111746802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;TAEYANG, as always dances a lot. I wondered if they did anything to his hair since he's wearing a beanie. The last time he covered his head was when they shaved away his dreadlocks. I mean, he had the 'chicken' hairstyle for many years and who knows what they're gonna do this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPV2eGNAy2I/T081xZ_gspI/AAAAAAAACCk/HvGahJd0Bug/s1600/top.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPV2eGNAy2I/T081xZ_gspI/AAAAAAAACCk/HvGahJd0Bug/s320/top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714845575063581330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;T.O.P, my love. It's sad that he didn't capture my heart this time. In this comeback, I thought Daesung was best looking and even GD's rap grabbed my attention. He came back with this funky hair colour and oh yes, he still acts like a bad boy, just with more class. He never wears hip hop clothing anymore! :&amp;lt; I miss the old him, though his voice is still sexy as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDOnVae_7UI/T082WGBDYDI/AAAAAAAACCw/gaQGTCaOszI/s1600/seungri.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDOnVae_7UI/T082WGBDYDI/AAAAAAAACCw/gaQGTCaOszI/s320/seungri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714846205356498994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;SEUNGRI, who seems to experience a heart attack after his girl slapped his hand away. I think his voice has gone deeper and he's acting like, really cool during this comeback. His new hairstyle is kinda weird for me though. Oh but, his piercing on his ear is reaaaaally awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKDWJQ9GPxg/T0829pXxHDI/AAAAAAAACC8/HgS4yUS3WEs/s1600/seungripiercing.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKDWJQ9GPxg/T0829pXxHDI/AAAAAAAACC8/HgS4yUS3WEs/s320/seungripiercing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714846884861910066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;OMGTWOSEUNGRIPICTURES. Check out those piercings, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6SCzHJd6CI/T083ThMNYdI/AAAAAAAACDI/izHHbMwe25E/s1600/daesung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6SCzHJd6CI/T083ThMNYdI/AAAAAAAACDI/izHHbMwe25E/s320/daesung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714847260623069650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAESUNG, the one with the angelic voice. Oh my, he never disappointed me this time. He looks really handsome with his new hair colour and he had a solo called 'WINGS' in the album. He sounds so great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, Big Bang has changed a lot, I said that at my previous post. One thing is, they don't dance so much anymore. Compared to their one of the earliest MVs like 'La La La', they hardly move their bodies anymore. They only swing their arms, shake their bodies slightly. But then, they're like seniors in the music industry and they don't have to work so hard anymore(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For other groups, they have a specific dance routine that you can dance for the whole song. But songs like Blue and Bad Boy, what's there to dance? I can see that they're heading more towards making music and singing now, not dance. GD makes great music (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I love Bad Boy and but people seem to have different opinions. I have friends who like 'FANTASTIC BABY' that goes BOOM SHAKA LAKA and those who prefer Blue more. Bad boy is da best. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma Bad Boy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right opposite of alive, is sadly, death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Wushu senior of mine that was two years older has unfortunately passed away due to blood cancer. He was said to have a virus infection later and went into coma. He didn't wake up after that, and he slept on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew his death by Facebook and I was shocked. That cheerful senior who always laughed. In my memory, he was always moving, jumping around, with a big smile on his face. I never talked to him, but I thought that he was a nice guy. And just like that, he's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His death saddened me. It made me realized how easily someone's life can be taken away, how a death can be so sudden. While someone might live for a hundred years, another might just live for a short decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life could just be gone in an instant, or for some cases, people can see your life slipping away, it's just a matter of time. And when you're gone, you leave so much impact for the people you left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing left about you is memories of you. But soon, everything will be a forgotten memory. Unless you're someone awesome like the first man on the moon, I don't think we can ever 'live' on this planet forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll never know when it's time to say goodbye, so live your life to its fullest, even if your time is the next minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-9053841295001214214?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/9053841295001214214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=9053841295001214214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9053841295001214214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9053841295001214214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/03/alive-and-death.html' title='Alive and Death.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d2P2GIOvBvM/T080bxTlIFI/AAAAAAAACCM/qxxFdrxu5wM/s72-c/gdragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2290196029631567524</id><published>2012-02-25T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T01:15:25.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1r0t50Jr6M/T0e6kk5YfUI/AAAAAAAACB0/pOkMWYZ-DHc/s1600/gallery_bigbang_5th_mini_11.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1r0t50Jr6M/T0e6kk5YfUI/AAAAAAAACB0/pOkMWYZ-DHc/s320/gallery_bigbang_5th_mini_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712739789885177154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEE THESE PEOPLE? THEY'RE BIG BANG YEAH &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;Big Bang's comeback was always anticipated since 2011. Because they only did solo activities (for some members) and because of Daesung's incident, I was kinda hoping I will see them together again. It has been five years since Big Bang's debut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;Finally, after such a long time, V.I.Ps had their wish granted. On 22/2/12 Korea's time, Big Bang released one of their songs, Blue along with the MV. My friend tweeted me about the MV's released and immediately used my phone to watch the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before the release, YG has gave fans some teaser photos. The Big Bang members are shown with bizarre fashion such as blue hair for T.O.P and G-Dragon's long hair/fringe? What surprised me most was Daesung's hair colour. It was BLONDE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdXryvsoqWI/T0e9-W-50nI/AAAAAAAACCA/DNDYk9zRMdk/s1600/20120217_kfashionista_bigbang_daesung.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdXryvsoqWI/T0e9-W-50nI/AAAAAAAACCA/DNDYk9zRMdk/s320/20120217_kfashionista_bigbang_daesung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712743531361718898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Daesung, who always had brown or black hair, suddenly went blonde and it shocked me! Surprisingly, it looks good on him and I think he's the best looking since this comeback. Yes, he has beaten T.O.P this time. I'm sorry T.O.P but I love you ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now, their MV. At first, I thought they're back to their hip hop style, just like after their debut, but I was clearly wrong. I should have known that long time ago. And Big Bang songs different from what they have five years ago. Although they still talk about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wasn't really impressed when I first saw the MV, but I began to love it more and more. People who are interested, you may go to YouTube and search for the MV, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;May Big Bang rock my world forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2290196029631567524?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2290196029631567524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2290196029631567524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2290196029631567524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2290196029631567524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/02/blue.html' title='Blue.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1r0t50Jr6M/T0e6kk5YfUI/AAAAAAAACB0/pOkMWYZ-DHc/s72-c/gallery_bigbang_5th_mini_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1818704436210300518</id><published>2012-02-19T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T01:15:44.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>14th of February - Excited Footsteps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Damn it I realized I have been blogging lesser and lesser now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;#foreveralone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Mehhh, I'm not gonna talk about Valentine's day. It's the same every year and it's gonna be the same next year and the next and the next. Yippeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I'm not wrong, it's the Tuesday right? Right? Yes, I'm right. Yes, I'm talking to myself, asking myself and answering myself. I forget what happened that day, ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Oh. I remembered we went running at school because we missed our school's practice for Green house. We didn't actually run, we walked and only jogged when we pass by the teachers. I think I had fun during the punishment. :3 Meimei,iloveyoulotssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Then, then, then? I haven't draw much lately. I keep telling myself that I'm busy and I don't have the time but I think I'm getting lazy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Ahhh, the main thing that happened that day was. MILLIE RETURNNNEEEDDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;*ahemkoffkoff* Millie, the dog I used to keep ran back to my house due to the scary weather. NOW ISN'T THAT GREAT? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Uwaah, I remember I was doing my homework and then I heard footsteps are too cute to miss and I immediately put down my pencil and went to the door. I opened the door and was greeted by a tiny black dog, wagging her tail and looking up at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I screamed. WITH DELIGHT HELL YEAH. I missed touching her fur and cuddling her. The last time she came back is when it was my father's birthday and it meant a lot to us. Now she came back on Valentine's Day and we think she came to see us. *shy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;My mother took her into the car and went to fetch my brother from college. Haha, he was surprised too when he opened the car door and saw Millie there. Then we spend almost all our time playing with her. Ahh, it feels like family again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Then, my mother turned on Skype so she could surprise my father. Everyone knows my father loves Millie and Millie loves him the most. Sad but it is the truth. HAHA, too bad the webcam was blur and I think my daddy can't see her clearly. She definitely didn't know it was my father at the computer screen, but she began to be alert when she heard him whistle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;And so, Valentine was over just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;#togetheralonewithHCH,CYE,meimei,CheeChee,Hanamiru,SW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRY1-XgxrdY/T0ESPffO1XI/AAAAAAAACBc/bXMnZiuTq14/s1600/2012_2_10_17.43.57.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRY1-XgxrdY/T0ESPffO1XI/AAAAAAAACBc/bXMnZiuTq14/s320/2012_2_10_17.43.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710865859842332018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;I ENTERED THE BURN OUT FINALSSSS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;Ahh, it was my first timeee. Now that I look back at the screenshot, I realized there was Yupps and Godz LOL. I guess I managed to enter because all the pros weren't there. And I managed not to break sparks during the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;It was a nice experience. At least I didn't end up last, TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVxuKJqPNs/T0ES5HmzImI/AAAAAAAACBo/utDkzmizDRQ/s1600/2012_2_14_21.0.15.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVxuKJqPNs/T0ES5HmzImI/AAAAAAAACBo/utDkzmizDRQ/s320/2012_2_14_21.0.15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710866574986125922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;-VSP-Club had change its looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;It looks better now. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;Thanks to all the people who donated to the FAM bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;Wait for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1818704436210300518?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1818704436210300518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1818704436210300518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1818704436210300518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1818704436210300518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/02/14th-of-february-excited-footsteps.html' title='14th of February - Excited Footsteps.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRY1-XgxrdY/T0ESPffO1XI/AAAAAAAACBc/bXMnZiuTq14/s72-c/2012_2_10_17.43.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4337527096111873350</id><published>2012-02-11T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:05:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Myself.</title><content type='html'>Just, who am I supposed to be?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, school on Saturday. That sounds horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mehh, as a secretary of the Wushu club I was 'forced' to participate a leadership course. I don't mind really, because I will be skipping all the classes and just listening to teachers talking and doing activities. Better than studying, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh, early in the morning people gathered at the hall and registered. Registering is crucial, if you don't register you will die. Your teammate will be dragged down with you and you both will enter hell, the teacher said it was so important that it sounded like that to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, as usual they gave speeches about leadership, blah blah blah. Then they asked questions and gave us quizzes. My team failed miserably and we ended up having a score of -4. Great job people, not like I did anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, things got interesting when they began the treasure hunt. It was fun running around the school and allowed to do that, haha. I guess we were not bad, since our score got close to the other group even though we're still last. Hey, there's another group with the same score as us too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I did make a new friend. I didn't gain leadership skills, I think. I am still not really familiar with the president of the Wushu club and I think I did nothing much. Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes do you ever wonder what you're gonna be when you grow up? Doctor, lawyer, teacher? That's what we thought we will be when we were just little kids. We didn't know how big the world is and what it contained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we grow, the things we learn expands. We began to know new things, gaining experiences and grow up some more. And we try to find ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I still don't know what I'll be in the future. I have a clear image of what I'm not going to do, but who knows? My Ballet teacher told us about this and I think it make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you found yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4337527096111873350?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4337527096111873350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4337527096111873350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4337527096111873350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4337527096111873350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-myself.html' title='Finding Myself.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5608233990748331990</id><published>2012-02-07T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:30:31.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Responsibilities.</title><content type='html'>Who on earth would know that looking directly into the face of teacher would bring such trouble?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, I didn't. But I should have known better. Have any eye contact with any teacher wouldn't do any good. Mehh, I never dared to look into the eye of a teacher whenever I was doing my oral test, but why the hell did I done it on that day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to me staring at the teacher one day, I landed a job as a monitor for the female PE class. And guess what, she knows my brother. It doesn't really mean anything but it's unsettling for me to know that the teacher knows me or anything about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never had a responsibility for my whole life. I'm serious. I mean it. I almost became the monitor when I was standard one but since primary school, I never became a monitor, an assistant, a librarian or even a prefect. NEVVARRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during my final year, life wanted me to be more responsible. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the monitor wasn't really bad. I mean, I still can cope with it but it's kinda new to me. For my whole secondary school life, I only been into the teacher's office for less than five times. So when I was looking for that specific teacher's table, I was a little nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, &lt;i&gt;what if I can't find her table? What if I can't find that paper that she wants? What if another teacher stop me and ask me to do another thing? What if I bumped into a discipline teacher?&lt;/i&gt; Etc, etc, etc. Ahh, I feel so useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I did screw up when I was jotting down information about the students and yeah, I'm useless when I'm panicking. But so far, I didn't make that teacher angry and I'm happy about it. Ahh, save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for this case, I can't blame life. I became the secretary for the Wushu club on my own free will. Five years in the Wushu club and I had become the ordinary member for most of the year. Yes, I do wish for a post for all these years but I didn't have the courage and yeah, I don't many friends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be the president because in their heart, they already chosen a person. Which, I think really isn't fair. But, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when three people including me was suggested for secretary, I was kinda sure I couldn't get the job. I never talked to other members except my friends, I never took part in competitions, I never performed Wushu in school. Who the hell is going to know me? Much less, vote me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I was given the least vote. Damn it, it was so freakin' embarrassing. The Form 3 students were new so they have no idea who I was, the Form 4 students voted for another Form 4 girl and there were only SIX Form 5 students left this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think I only got five votes. I am still thinking how the hell I got the secretary post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the Form 3 kid said his hand writing was messy so excused himself. The teacher knew me and decided to give me the post because I always had full attendance and it was my last year and co-curricular marks were important for us. So in other words, I was &lt;i&gt;lucky&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, I regretted almost immediately after I had became secretary. I was given LOADS of paperwork. I was shy asking around the other committee members' information and I have no idea if I was doing my job right or wrong. I kept asking questions and advices from my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I love my friends. Thanks for helping me that day. I would die on the spot without you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year, I was forced to be a more responsible person and I will try my best to at least complete my job. Hmm, it is a really different year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't promise me anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-5608233990748331990?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5608233990748331990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=5608233990748331990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5608233990748331990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5608233990748331990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/02/responsibilities.html' title='Responsibilities.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4628838779228338300</id><published>2012-01-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:26:19.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Time Flies.</title><content type='html'>I never knew years could pass so fast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, the world changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, it's your last year of secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, they had grown so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, they're no longer little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, you wonder how long these friends had been with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4628838779228338300?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4628838779228338300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4628838779228338300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4628838779228338300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4628838779228338300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4685035394572234140</id><published>2012-01-21T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:47:49.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Different.</title><content type='html'>Blood - they leave so much evidence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's different this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up on the sofa. My family's voices was downstairs. People went down the stairs. More noise. The sound of tables and chairs shuffling around. I knew chopsticks were laid on the table. Plates of food was served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was there, but I was not. I slept. I didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments later, I woke up again. I don't mind getting back to sleep again, but I know I should go down. The reunion dinner was already halfway gone, and dessert is served. I wasn't hungry. Who would be hungry at 5PM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to read my book, sleep, whatever. I'm always moody after waking up, I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to eat my family's reunion dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't ate anything that night. I wondered what has gone into me. If I was at another place, would I acted the same way? No, I wouldn't slept in the first place. It was more lively there, just that I never experienced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt different from what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up. Duh, everyone does that every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like every new year, we head to the temple to pray. My relatives were not in sight, unlike every year. But it didn't mattered, we prayed anyway. It seems to be a little quiet this year. Probably because we were late. Were we late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Bunneh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun was hot and bright, in the sky. But it rained later. It was a heavy rain, pouring down to the ground. The sky was dark, covering the sun. It was the first time I saw a raining Chinese New Year. Well, the weather was a little shaky along the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were no firecrackers lighted at my grandmother's porch this year. Loud and clear, it was every year. Why didn't we light it this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaghetti. Mahjong. Cards. TV. I forgotten what have I did every new year. Watching my father gambling? I forgot. I only remembered I kept reading my book this year. SW's book, to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I had been going to the airport lately. Fetching my father back from there, taking my father there from home. This time it was my brother. He's going far, far away. I'm glad. It's was peace, at least for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Osaka. That's where my Malacca relatives were. I hope they enjoy their trip to Japan. Why didn't I follow? Because I want to be at Tokyo if I ever went to Japan. With their absence, I'm at home. Red packets were getting lesser every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year was different this year. Different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are slippery to hold on to sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not moving, but I felt like you're swimming away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why won't you join us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would you hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you wanna be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you think you exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm losing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you speaking the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you playing with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got me shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got my heart in fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I waver, you set me up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me, or is it you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I miss you, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we all will see each other again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4685035394572234140?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4685035394572234140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4685035394572234140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4685035394572234140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4685035394572234140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/01/different.html' title='Different.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5043705049039544537</id><published>2012-01-08T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:54:42.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>First Three Days of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR9zdqm6iOk/TwkNo9iKjjI/AAAAAAAACAI/lO1s5m36Too/s1600/EB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR9zdqm6iOk/TwkNo9iKjjI/AAAAAAAACAI/lO1s5m36Too/s320/EB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695098201150492210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;MAH BOY ~ MAH BOY MAH BOY MAH BOY ~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, I don't know what to say about school starting. Obviously, I'm reluctant to go back. But still, no one can avoid school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We all already knew our class and I already accepted my fate. But I never thought I'll be sitting with a guy. Not that I'm complaining but really? How is life going to treat me more badly? I'm already off with no friends and now I don't even have a girl to talk to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ARGLKJASDLKJQ3WE34MC. Hi :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Still, I have accepted it because he isn't really a bad guy. But if we're gonna stay silent for the rest of the year, I rather go bungee jumping 50 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, we were given a lot of homework in just three days. Teachers are teaching real fast so that we can cover the syllabus in time before SPM trials. On the second day, I'm already told the date of SPM, which is the 5th of November. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Most of the former B class students have either gone to the A class or dropped to the C class. One of my classmate said, 'It's like a diluted B class already.' Most of the boys have already changed class and yeah, it's quiet. Even if the class was noisy, I kinda miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, there is still familiar faces, which are the teachers. I guess it's like a consolation. At least, I know how the teachers are but they know our names, which isn't really good. My English teacher changed and now she wants us to write journals! I don't mind writing but reading 41 students' journals every day, how can you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Argh, and now I'm like busy as ever. The timetable of my tuition has changed and it crashed with my Ballet timetable. My teacher is also busy and the time table is really complicated. Once, they set a timetable that I totally cannot attend, I was like WHUUUUT. I don't want to dance on a Saturday or Sunday either. Sometimes I wish I never taken Ballet in the first place. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahh, now I can't touch the computer as much as I want too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least, I got my appetite back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukwRFhf95_U/TwkSD0O2ZSI/AAAAAAAACAU/gqH1CZGC_rE/s1600/The%2BBat%2Bflyer-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukwRFhf95_U/TwkSD0O2ZSI/AAAAAAAACAU/gqH1CZGC_rE/s320/The%2BBat%2Bflyer-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695103060556539170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went to see the performance The White Bat. It was okay, but I wasn't really expecting it to turn out like that. It's kinda weird because the plot is set during the present. Everything looks modern and .. strange to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend was in it too but I couldn't spot her. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I auditioned for this before but of course I couldn't make it. Seeing the dance steps I once learned before was really funny, because I felt like I could go down and dance with them too, HAHA. Ahh, we were seated at the highest floor, so we couldn't really see anything. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned home at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-5043705049039544537?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5043705049039544537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=5043705049039544537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5043705049039544537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5043705049039544537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-three-days-of-school.html' title='First Three Days of School.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR9zdqm6iOk/TwkNo9iKjjI/AAAAAAAACAI/lO1s5m36Too/s72-c/EB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-6298706283127266444</id><published>2011-12-30T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:52:38.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Regrets, Mistakes, Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Once again, it is the time, to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I think I'm quite ready to say farewell to this year, because it wasn't really a good one for me. However, I'm reluctant to say hi to the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Because I'm quite sure it's gonna be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;2011 started miserable for me. I was separated from my friends, thrown into a class of people I don't really know. Even now, I only had a friend to rely on. I was so lonely, but enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Studying became harder. I was struggling the whole year as we learn new subjects. In fact the only thing I remember through out the year was me struggling. I copied a lot of homework too. Not that I'm proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Even if we're separated, true friends will still be friends. I'm glad I'm still able to spend time with my friends and I love them more and more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ahh, I also remember I was busy. Every week I had to attend my Ballet lessons and rush to tuition. My hair will be wet after taking a shower and it doesn't help when the air conditioner was blowing right behind me. My toes will hurt after dancing and my friends would stare at the bandages at my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Maybe it's that I got used to it, or maybe I had already accepted it. Things were better in the middle of the year. I don't know, I can't remember. But I think I was happy then. Maybe. I'm not sure. Still, things are complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I was really emotional this year. I cry easily. Hearing songs would tear me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The climax of this year was probably from September till the end of my finals. I felt very tensed everyday. I was nervous everyday. Thinking about my exams, my Ballet examination, and other stuffs. I thought I wouldn't made it through. But I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;When the holiday started, I felt free. I was finally happy. Real happy. I mean, who wouldn't? But it felt great, every burden came off my shoulders and I felt weightless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Regrets? I didn't work hard enough. I was all about talking. There was no action. And of course my doings bought consequences. I lost a bet(LOL), I couldn't squeeze into the first class with my friends. And once again, I'm miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mistakes? I had made wrong choices. I didn't listen to my heart. I went against the flow, and I ended up hurt. As I jumped past the fence, who would know there was a hole beside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Memories? I treasure all my memories with my buddies. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Things I learn during the year 2011 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;`Forever doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;`Promises are meant to be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;`Love is always complicated.(But then again, it's the people who are complicated.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;`Friendships are really the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 2012 be a better year. Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fNMvE-1Igg/Tv878QN7u4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/IybfGl6bsOE/s1600/2011_12_12_21.42.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fNMvE-1Igg/Tv878QN7u4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/IybfGl6bsOE/s320/2011_12_12_21.42.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692334360351193986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;My dear Bunneh, I'm glad I met you. ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wish you the best more then anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-6298706283127266444?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6298706283127266444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=6298706283127266444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6298706283127266444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6298706283127266444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/12/regrets-mistakes-memories.html' title='Regrets, Mistakes, Memories.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fNMvE-1Igg/Tv878QN7u4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/IybfGl6bsOE/s72-c/2011_12_12_21.42.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-8978654918106717950</id><published>2011-12-28T13:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:09:20.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Dear You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCWv4UUtRds/TvqmATlUiDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qKC2G0XoRx0/s1600/2011_12_20_9.36.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCWv4UUtRds/TvqmATlUiDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qKC2G0XoRx0/s320/2011_12_20_9.36.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691043603323062322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't break my heart and I won't break yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will keep the promise so please don't repeat the situation again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't ask for much, just being there is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May this last till the end, may we swim this ocean of obstacles together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); "&gt;くコ:彡   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;♡   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never met someone so kind like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I hadn't met you I think my days would be darker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being with me through the ups and downs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter you're beside me or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm1G3rfQ6i4/Tvs3bP3dvbI/AAAAAAAAB-c/2cdihwaMN-8/s1600/tumblr_lvgbe7wPhb1qh0rbqo1_500.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm1G3rfQ6i4/Tvs3bP3dvbI/AAAAAAAAB-c/2cdihwaMN-8/s320/tumblr_lvgbe7wPhb1qh0rbqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691203495367916978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to let you all know how much I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these tears are proof for you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kLf62omnYw/Tvs5pXyzRRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/pgBr386PfQk/s1600/rena-higurashi-no-naku-koro-ni-12496045-1024-819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kLf62omnYw/Tvs5pXyzRRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/pgBr386PfQk/s320/rena-higurashi-no-naku-koro-ni-12496045-1024-819.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691205937037264146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under this endless sky, we're still on the same earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We breathe the same air and even though we're miles apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our hearts stay connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFZR4Em7Xr0/Tvs7bpbebSI/AAAAAAAAB-0/PilHQify_GM/s1600/dkDzt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFZR4Em7Xr0/Tvs7bpbebSI/AAAAAAAAB-0/PilHQify_GM/s320/dkDzt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691207900276354338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have finally seen your face, but I'm sure you didn't saw mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you did, I'll never last more than a second in your memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unrequited love? Ha, it's worse than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, you're still in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEFi0GmX3Hk/Tvs8T6vxAqI/AAAAAAAAB_M/KZ0VKa2tSUA/s1600/Sin%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo-Color%2Breal-11.png" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEFi0GmX3Hk/Tvs8T6vxAqI/AAAAAAAAB_M/KZ0VKa2tSUA/s320/Sin%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo-Color%2Breal-11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691208866997535394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're less than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'll go to bed because you told me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'll do things for you, because I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there are things that I learn from you, it's experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome, you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coincidence? I think we have more things in common than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'd probably ignore and look away, and I might act like I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in my mind, in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're done so much in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, I'll act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 251); "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiEWyzyJ__A/Tvs-9W5CnFI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/9SEBqUlLjtU/s1600/distantstorms-a-bird-and-a-little-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiEWyzyJ__A/Tvs-9W5CnFI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/9SEBqUlLjtU/s320/distantstorms-a-bird-and-a-little-girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691211777950522450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inserting random pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-8978654918106717950?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8978654918106717950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=8978654918106717950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8978654918106717950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8978654918106717950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-you.html' title='Dear You.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCWv4UUtRds/TvqmATlUiDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qKC2G0XoRx0/s72-c/2011_12_20_9.36.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-7715801981771082435</id><published>2011-12-18T23:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:57:14.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>18th of December - Comic Fiesta 2011 Day 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait, what about Day 1? I can't blog about it because I only went for Day 2. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Packed, the LRT was. I was standing beside the door while my brother held on the handle bar. We're on our way to KLCC, where the even Comic Fiesta is held. To be more exact, KLCC Convention Centre Hall 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ugh, I'm considered unlucky. Because for the past three years when I couldn't go, CF was held at Sunway, which is much more nearer to where I'm living. But I promised myself I won't miss this event. Even if I had to miss my cousin's wedding's dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks to dear Hana, we didn't have to queue up to get our tickets. But still we had to join a long line just to get into Hall 4, where all the amazing cosplayers are. Also, if we didn't spotted three cosplayers at Suria KLCC, I think we'll be having a hard time finding where the hell is Hall 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The moment I stepped into Hall 4, I was like awestrucked. Cosplayers here and there, left and right. I felt so excited yet nervous. I can't believe I was seeing so many cosplayers. The last time I saw cosplayers was like years ago. Other times they were in pictures posted at Facebook or DeviantArt. I loved them all, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, me and my brother walked among the sea of people and cosplayers. I was trying to spot any characters I recognized. I was really shy and coward I guess, my brother kept asking if I really wanted to take pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687497039362387938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-438U_FmnoQE/Tu4MbHRH7-I/AAAAAAAAB8A/AtGo3SYijGI/s320/PC180051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one of the two pictures that has me and a cosplayer, LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laxus from FT KYAH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePxQCrWqPLc/Tu4N4C_L9ZI/AAAAAAAAB8M/k8YfSGczyBI/s1600/PC180041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687498635941246354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePxQCrWqPLc/Tu4N4C_L9ZI/AAAAAAAAB8M/k8YfSGczyBI/s320/PC180041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend cosplaying! She's so awesome. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess I did saw some characters from my favourite manga, Fairy Tail. I saw Natsu, Gray, Laxus, Lucy, Juvia and even Mystogan. That's not bad already! I'm surprised I didn't many Bleach characters. The winner is Vocaloid. :x Pweetay dresses everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After taking pictures of the cosplayers, I was waiting for another friend of mine. Sadly, she was clueless where I was and I had a hard time explaining it. In the end, I walked a VERY DAMN OHMAIGAWD USELESSLY long way to where she was. Not that I'm blaming her, I'm just too stupid to use a shortcut and spent time lost in the mall. I'm just glad we made it, LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After showing her around, we went into Hall 5 and looked at the booths. I wasn't really interested in the booths, I wanted to see cosplayers only. Still, I admire the people who are talented and able to sell their products. I wish I could draw on the spot when everyone is looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you don't know how much my heels hurt after standing for hours and walking. We spent some time seeing the cosplay finals and yeah, some contestants were amazing. I have no idea who won, though. After that we walked at the garden nearby and took more pictures of cosplayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687502526514095202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZixbTvcOY3g/Tu4RaggCZGI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/burWrdIP2UU/s320/PC180056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black Rock Shooter. I didn't know there was a guy, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4YG0Ym9_I0/Tu4SWmojNmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/jGxSff-a3Cw/s1600/PC180059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687503558952564322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4YG0Ym9_I0/Tu4SWmojNmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/jGxSff-a3Cw/s320/PC180059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Domo-kun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whVSavVkpMQ/Tu4TKwqM52I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wGLAObX_EDU/s1600/PC180075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687504454997043042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whVSavVkpMQ/Tu4TKwqM52I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wGLAObX_EDU/s320/PC180075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ichigo looks so cool. *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSdJBYkjvtU/Tu4TKlvF9VI/AAAAAAAAB9E/96oAJQwil0g/s1600/PC180076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687504452064769362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSdJBYkjvtU/Tu4TKlvF9VI/AAAAAAAAB9E/96oAJQwil0g/s320/PC180076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday I'm shufflin'! LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHl8gaBU2qE/Tu4TJ6oOAzI/AAAAAAAAB88/92GbPQCMAkI/s1600/PC180079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687504440493212466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHl8gaBU2qE/Tu4TJ6oOAzI/AAAAAAAAB88/92GbPQCMAkI/s320/PC180079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love both of them the most! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5Yp0Lqz4Uk/Tu4TJs3TqCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/LuT_KRIR4Hc/s1600/PC180050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687504436798400546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5Yp0Lqz4Uk/Tu4TJs3TqCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/LuT_KRIR4Hc/s320/PC180050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not really sure if this is Just Be Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After taking pictures and walking around, I decided to head back home. Problem was, I had to wait until 7 before my older brother could fetch us home. It was 4.30 then and I was like, what I'm going to do? So we decided to have our lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, it was already 5 something when we had our lunch at KFC. We didn't have lunch earlier because I insisted of waiting for my friend. We walked(AGAIN) for a long time, getting confused with the directions and my poor brother had to queue up to order our food. Our heels hurt like, DAMN! I bet his hurts more than mine. The moment I stuffed the burger into my mouth I feel so damn relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, I thought of calling my mother to fetch us home. I didn't want to wait at the shopping centre with nothing to do, nor I want to walk back to Hall 5. Luckily, my mom was already back from Malacca and soon we're on our way back to the KLCC LRT station. We bought tickets and yay, we managed to snatch some seats. Our poor feet! *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVH1pEKUzgs/Tu4Wv9ymqPI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_Gk_rtK4Xlc/s1600/PC180161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687508392711989490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVH1pEKUzgs/Tu4Wv9ymqPI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_Gk_rtK4Xlc/s320/PC180161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My brother bought a Poring hat. :3 Camwhored at the LRT like crazy, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxCcBd3W5nA/Tu4XUO2tSjI/AAAAAAAAB94/v5EbBALQnLk/s1600/PC180199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687509015767894578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxCcBd3W5nA/Tu4XUO2tSjI/AAAAAAAAB94/v5EbBALQnLk/s320/PC180199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting at a bus stop for my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally we reached home! We didn't have our dinner because we had a late lunch. Grabbed some ice-cream just now. Oh look, it's almost 1 in the morning already. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After three years of waiting, I have finally been to CF. I guess I'll say that honestly, I wasn't really feeling any fun there. I'm happy to see cosplayers everywhere but I didn't took part of any event. Plus, I didn't get any goodies because I didn't camped in front of the stage. Oh well, at least I saw Keith from Gempak Starz, should have bought his books for him to sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next year? I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I thank to all of the cosplayers who were all so kind to allow me to take pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had finally let go. I'm finally free. Finally, I do not feel miserable and sad. I never thought it will be me to spread my wings and fly. I'm sorry I'm leaving you behind, but you took too much of your time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though I'm really surprised by your actions, I'm glad because they're all because of me. It had me worried for a while, but I am happy that you told me the truth, rather than sulking when I don't know even know why. No more I will be afraid. Really, thank you for being there with me. ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-7715801981771082435?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7715801981771082435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=7715801981771082435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7715801981771082435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7715801981771082435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/12/18th-of-december-comic-fiesta-2011-day.html' title='18th of December - Comic Fiesta 2011 Day 2.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-438U_FmnoQE/Tu4MbHRH7-I/AAAAAAAAB8A/AtGo3SYijGI/s72-c/PC180051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2656404025749984326</id><published>2011-12-07T22:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:12:31.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>4th of December - JLPT Test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;64. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sixty four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enam puluh empat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;六十四。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I should be happy. Somehow I'm neutral. I should get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, after a year of learning Japanese, I am finally taking the JLPT test to test my skills. It's not like I'm really good or anything. &amp;gt;__&amp;gt; I'm taking the lowest of all, N5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the start, I really wanted to take this test. You know, I have this dream of going to Japan and it doesn't hurt to new language. If I didn't take this test, I wouldn't study. Then if I didn't study, my language skills will go all waste. Just watching anime wouldn't help, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, taking a test is fine. Yes yes, it's totally fine. Yes, taking a test at a gigantic hall filled with hundreds of strangers and having examiners staring at you is totally fine. Plus, taking this test all on your own is wonderfully fine, NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't expect my brother not to take the test with me and I'm terrified. My classmates also had no interest taking this test, despite one of them is really good. But I do have a friend taking the same test with me, it's just that she's in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the location of the test is not new to me. It's Confucian School where I took the test. I been there before for performing at a dinner related to politics. Let's not talk about it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, instead of dining tables the assembly hall was replace by desk enough for only one person. When it was 2.00p.m., people of all ages started to fill in the hall. We sat according to our registration number and guess what, I'm sitting at the second front, next to a pillar. I do love my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole test is divided into three papers. The first would be vocabulary, second is grammar and lastly listening. I afraid of grammar and listening. There were three big clocks hanging at the wall and all of us were just waiting for the time to come, when the examiners would distribute the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't really want to talk what I was tested, LOL. I don't want to say it's okay, in case I fail in the end. Besides, not every reader of my blog knows Japanese. Right? *coughahemkoff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I was glad when the listening wasn't really fast. Unlike what I heard from the tapes at my centre, the speed was okay. I guess my centre wanted to train us to listen to fast ones so we'll able to catch during the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole thing was three hours but I think time passed quite fast. I wanted to get out as soon as possible. If I had taken the mock test during November, I had to stay to collect something. Mehh, I didn't really care. I was walking with a fast pace towards the exit, turning on my phone. Then, my mother called and I got on to my mom's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess what, it rained heavily shortly after we left and it was flooded everywhere. My mother panicked when we accidentally landed one of the tyre into a hole. Luckily, we got home safely. Phew, I'm glad everything is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bleh, I didn't pass the qualifying round of the Guitar event. SW and Wolf did and hell yeah, I'm proud of them! Go go VSP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Audition has updated a new patch and it's a Christmas patch! Sadly, the 20% sales everyone was looking forward to was reduced to 10% and only on Christmas items. Audition is unfair. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Along with the sales, we had a new items, new songs(Christmas songs too!), new guitar songs and a brand new mode, Club Dance 3. I wonder why they need so many club dance modes. And they just get more and more complicated. Though I can't deny, it's actually quite interesting, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB_o_KyIFB4/Tt-Llod308I/AAAAAAAAB7s/DqRiYg4U-lE/s1600/2011_12_6_21.37.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683414733398987714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB_o_KyIFB4/Tt-Llod308I/AAAAAAAAB7s/DqRiYg4U-lE/s320/2011_12_6_21.37.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole Audition Town is much more prettier compared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to just snowing lobby we had few years back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2TbhGFr8Mg/Tt-LlfjTFDI/AAAAAAAAB7c/FOOohN_pJEs/s1600/2011_12_6_21.54.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683414731005826098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2TbhGFr8Mg/Tt-LlfjTFDI/AAAAAAAAB7c/FOOohN_pJEs/s320/2011_12_6_21.54.58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute screenshots are taken if you win at Club Dance 3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's just a fam member btw. ;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, Audition kept crashing and all the clubbers certainly aren't happy. I wasn't happy that I couldn't water my plants, RAWR. The whole crashing process went for days and around Guitar arena time, which really pissed me off. Just today, the free server crashed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whew, we're also welcoming back a old member. (F)&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, there are new snowflake platforms and new gigantic bat man guitar, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHEW MOSQUITO ICECREAM WOLF CHEO TEAM I LOVE FLAKE KAYTHANKSBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2656404025749984326?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2656404025749984326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2656404025749984326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2656404025749984326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2656404025749984326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/12/4th-of-december-jlpt-test.html' title='4th of December - JLPT Test.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB_o_KyIFB4/Tt-Llod308I/AAAAAAAAB7s/DqRiYg4U-lE/s72-c/2011_12_6_21.37.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4429095607278004952</id><published>2011-12-03T16:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:50:19.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>Guitar Fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfBVXRNR7gw/TtnbMWUwfwI/AAAAAAAAB6g/IkvpbMb-Of4/s1600/47040_121057704611160_100001207927913_126861_7084666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681813410102148866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfBVXRNR7gw/TtnbMWUwfwI/AAAAAAAAB6g/IkvpbMb-Of4/s320/47040_121057704611160_100001207927913_126861_7084666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever since Guitar mode was introduced to AuditionSEA, I can say it successfully attracted many players' attention. It is considered quite popular, but still the amount of guitarist isn't really many though. An arena was created for the Guitar lovers and at first I'm not really happy about it because BU still doesn't have its' own arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But anyways, I love guitar and Audition has entertained the guitar players by organizing some events and competitions for us. I took part almost all of them, along with my friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, Audition organized an in-game event for us. Half and hour ahead of the scheduled time, I was already spamming into the channel the event took place. I think organizing the event at the first channel is unwise. Because other people not involved will just be in the way. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The event was Guitar BP against the GMs. Three players will versus three GMs and they must beat the scores of the GMs in order to win prizes. The problem is, there are so many players in the channel. There are so many people curious what is going on. People want to get into the room to participate, to see. And there are only three spots. 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seemed impossible for me and my friends to enter. Because after the GM opens the room, the room is instantly filled with players. We don't know if we could even get to observe, let alone play with the GMs. Haha, this reminds me of when I was playing O2Jam, when the GM plays with the players and only seven people were allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it was the 3rd around when one of my friends made into the room. We were shocked yet amazed how he managed to squeeze in. He told us a way to spam into the room and soon, he was playing with the GMs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The event was extended but that doesn't really mean anything to me. I had class I had to attend and I was hoping I could squeeze into a room before I leave. I really want to win prizes. I want to. And during the 4th round, SW got in. I couldn't and it was already 3.30PM, the time I had to get ready for my Ballet class. I said if I couldn't get in for the last time, I would give up this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it was the 5th round, I spammed with all my might and hoping really hard that I could get in. And I did. I landed on one of the three spots available to versus the GMs. I was super delighted. All my guitarist in my FAM managed to attend this event, I was so happy. My friends were too, haha. Thanks for the spamming tip, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGV688vNly4/TtnfKgFT1VI/AAAAAAAAB6s/d2ddDwsx7KE/s1600/2011_12_2_15.42.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681817776408483154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGV688vNly4/TtnfKgFT1VI/AAAAAAAAB6s/d2ddDwsx7KE/s320/2011_12_2_15.42.24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;See how packed is it? GMs !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was reaaaaally nervous. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating fast. We're supposed to beat the GMs' score and it's all about teamwork. Fortunately, two GMs weren't good Guitar players. GMWasabi is a really pro guitar player and he was the one who set the challenges in another Guitar event. Seeing him makes me scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the game, I was still nervous and I guess I couldn't focus. My combo keep breaking and my score wasn't really high. I was really surprised that GMWasabi didn't really did well, either. I couldn have won him if I didn't break my combo. Thankfully, my room had a player who was good and he tanked us all. Right after that, I was really in a good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3rd of December was the day the Fiery Mania Qualifying round took place. Again, me and my friends registered for the event. We were given a song we had to practice and hell yeah, we trained a lot. We couldn't get the scores the pros managed to get but yeah, we're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The GMs started calling names of the registered players and soon we gathered at the Guitar Master channel. Nice, there are only Guitar players. SW was in the first room, I was in the third room and Wolf was in the fifth room. However, it doesn't go in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally it was my turn and I was first to enter the room. Then we waited for the other players and soon the game started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTbOdGcd3Go/Tto-76hwVrI/AAAAAAAAB64/jUlkuMe1nbQ/s1600/2011_12_3_15.38.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681923078925342386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTbOdGcd3Go/Tto-76hwVrI/AAAAAAAAB64/jUlkuMe1nbQ/s320/2011_12_3_15.38.18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have tough competitors in my room ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, my combo broke. I couldn't get the score I normally could and I'm gravely disappointed. Ahh, I still feel a little down. Both of my friends managed to get good scores, now I'm the only one unsure if I'm gonna make it to the next round. Hopefully, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, after Wolf finished his round we went offline. Returned later to attend Arena and boy, it was a horrible day for me. My combo kept breaking and the songs chosen today were terrible. FLY HIGH FLY HIGH FLY HIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, at least I saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDvwX8NnYs4/TtpBKkYcwxI/AAAAAAAAB7E/k-w3katbNZs/s1600/2011_12_3_17.49.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681925529702023954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDvwX8NnYs4/TtpBKkYcwxI/AAAAAAAAB7E/k-w3katbNZs/s320/2011_12_3_17.49.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random stuff. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having a test tomorrow. Damn nervous. Wish me luck&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0Xn-grv4og/TtpC2M4dc0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RGnMKlV2dUQ/s1600/girl-and-the-rain-sad-songs-16929572-500-706.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681927378819707714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0Xn-grv4og/TtpC2M4dc0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RGnMKlV2dUQ/s320/girl-and-the-rain-sad-songs-16929572-500-706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really love Christina Grimmie's cover of It Will Rain by Bruno Mars. Nice lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think sad lyrics are more meaningful, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4429095607278004952?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4429095607278004952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4429095607278004952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4429095607278004952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4429095607278004952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/12/guitar-fever.html' title='Guitar Fever.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfBVXRNR7gw/TtnbMWUwfwI/AAAAAAAAB6g/IkvpbMb-Of4/s72-c/47040_121057704611160_100001207927913_126861_7084666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1821471045281074200</id><published>2011-11-28T22:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:32:25.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>Bye-bye Novembaaaar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, I know the spelling is wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Buzz Panda(ばずぱんだ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is just another guy that does Vocaloid song covers. Don't ask me why did he chose this name. I'm wondering about it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Normally, I would listen to female singers' covers(My current favourite is Wotamin.) because guys' voice don't really appeal to me. I only have a few and most of them are duets with female singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DONISHIMA's JUST BE FRIENDS FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Buzz Panda is different. His voice is beautiful. I always feel calm whenever I hear his voice and the covers he makes are just wonderful. And he plays the guitar! I think about 99% of his covers are acoustics arranges that were made by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first song I heard from his was Piano Lesson. But that song wasn't really enjoyable for me. I wanted to hear more from him, so I searched around YouTube. Unfortunately, there wasn't really a lot of him. I kept hearing one of his covers, Supernova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm thankful to those people who shared Niconico videos at YouTube, or else I wouldn't even hear of Buzz Panda. Some of his covers are : Bye-bye Lover, Calc., Tear and others. YouTube it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I don't get it why singers like Buzz Panda don't get the attention of the fans. Popular dubbers like Clear always make the fans squeal while his voice don't really affect me at all. Yes, he sings well but he don't make me gaze dreamily into space like Buzz Panda. AndheplaystheguitarItellyoutheguitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SXQJwHwxJ80" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye-bye Lover by Buzz Panda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh, November is going to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somehow, I felt like it's been a long time since school ended. I faced the computer for many days even if I had a crappy, shitty Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just today, my Internet is fixed and I don't disconnect insanely like before. But still, I still did. I disconnected at the wrong moment and it got me so angry because I couldn't take part in the Guitar arena after five days. I sound like a sicko, ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still lag when playing BU. That's the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqUD8MwTtJc/TtOitEH00hI/AAAAAAAAB6I/wjAlVpcBQ8Q/s1600/2011_11_23_15.46.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680062450128704018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqUD8MwTtJc/TtOitEH00hI/AAAAAAAAB6I/wjAlVpcBQ8Q/s320/2011_11_23_15.46.51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xiao Didi is finally married. He's all grown up already *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SW got blocked, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev63EERLvH0/TtOksrtKNZI/AAAAAAAAB6U/2hQacXlRO3o/s1600/2011_11_26_0.14.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680064642597664146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev63EERLvH0/TtOksrtKNZI/AAAAAAAAB6U/2hQacXlRO3o/s320/2011_11_26_0.14.52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Bunneh getting ready for Christmas :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;Starting tomorrow, there are things I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;With simply just your absence, I have become this weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye bye lover, I'll never forget this feeling of being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- 巡音ルカの「Bye-Bye Lover」 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); MARGIN: 2px 0px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: arial, sans-serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial" id="video-main-content-aLziOmarCHw" class="video-main-content"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial" dir="ltr" class="video-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The song you dedicated to me that one day is now but a sad love song. If I can erase just one emotion, will I feel better if I erase my feeling of 'love'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1821471045281074200?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1821471045281074200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1821471045281074200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1821471045281074200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1821471045281074200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/11/bye-bye-novembaaaar.html' title='Bye-bye Novembaaaar.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SXQJwHwxJ80/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-7986067850700481515</id><published>2011-11-14T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:54:52.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>13th of November - M I S E R A B L E .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674518016199718626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvLDqfm80-c/Tr_wEiMjduI/AAAAAAAAB5w/2DjTuLTVNeI/s320/2NE1_BNB_XL.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's already quite an old news but 2NE1 is crowned MTV IGGY's Best New Band in the WORLD! I also voted for them but not as crazy as Big Bang. Proud to be a Black Jack ! 2NE1 &lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a feeling 2NE1 and Big Bang are going to take over the music world soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;YG FAMILY YEAH &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was never really superstitious. But is it really coincidence or bad luck since it's the 13th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Audition friend was going to have her wedding but I couldn't go because I thought I had to visit my grandmother. I gave up the hope of attending the wedding and I was finally feeling better after sulking for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then when I thought I got over it, my family cancelled the trip to visit my grandmother. I can't explain how I felt. My mind kept asking : Why the heck was the wedding on this day? Why didn't we cancelled the trip earlier? Why did this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt miserable. I missed a chance. I missed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rain was pouring. My house experience black outs more than once. I guess the only good thing happened today that was I finished reading the fifth Harry Potter book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I played the Guitar in Audition badly. I lost to people I never lost to and saw my ranking getting lower and lower. I missed notes like never before. I felt useless. I felt like strangling something. Something, not someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it because I'm lagging or I'm really just that bad. I couldn't even play well in the modes I'm better at. But still I tried to calm myself. I know I shouldn't get worked up over small things. I tried to be happy, because I know there are people who actually care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saying that I'm heart broken? Not entirely wrong too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dinner was delicious. I was enjoying ice-cream. Then I was told the date of my cousin's wedding dinner (UGH, I saw the word 'wedding' three times already) and it landed on the days of the event Comic Fiesta. At that moment, I thought I could cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR THREE FREAKING YEARS, I had missed CF, an event I would die to go to. And now you're telling me to keep that record, and increase it to FOUR YEARS? Heh, I don't want to go. I don't want. I don't want. I. Don't. Want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I got my message clear. I hope it stays implanted in everyone's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still, I guess I still did smile even on this horrible day. Friends, they're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I smiled, I must have cried. That's just how life works. Life works that way. Life is like that. Life is never fair. Life is miserable yet enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, the irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know already. You don't have to say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know. I know it was like that from the beginning. But I'm a girl capable of hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll just have to remind myself to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-7986067850700481515?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7986067850700481515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=7986067850700481515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7986067850700481515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7986067850700481515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/11/13th-of-november-m-i-s-e-r-b-l-e.html' title='13th of November - M I S E R A B L E .'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvLDqfm80-c/Tr_wEiMjduI/AAAAAAAAB5w/2DjTuLTVNeI/s72-c/2NE1_BNB_XL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1974895738214626058</id><published>2011-11-13T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:08:24.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>11th of November - Being With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is the best thing ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They say that it happens only once in a hundred years but I don't really care. 11/11/11 to me is just another day. I still have to wake up, I still have to go for Ballet classes, and I still can't fly. It's just another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But well, I did go out with my friends during this 'special' day. I have to say, I had a blast. Whee, since it's 11/11/11, I'll just say absolutely everything that happened on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to Sunway in the morning and it was raining. The rain caused traffic and just like always, I'm the first to arrive at the ice rink and I have to wait for my friends. I went in first and eventually they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rink was quite empty that day. I was wondering where all the pros were but it's better if they're not there. That way there's more space for us to skate and we don't feel pressured with our bad skating skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HAD FUN, YEAH. I improved and I'm very happy about it. I think my friends had fun too. The ice didn't really melt, too. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 11:11 AM, someone appeared for someone. ;hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After ice skating, we went to have lunch. Haha, this time was special. We had our lunch at Pizza Hut. And there was twelve of us, so they arranged the tables to form a long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9i8SNPsumVE/Tr6iXlvKNSI/AAAAAAAAB5k/AAQOCCrx9dI/s1600/302182_2446781976672_1465592261_32668962_405607901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674151106684007714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9i8SNPsumVE/Tr6iXlvKNSI/AAAAAAAAB5k/AAQOCCrx9dI/s320/302182_2446781976672_1465592261_32668962_405607901_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate more than some of the boys, waddaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;After finishing our lunch, we went for bowling. I didn't play because I didn't want to. ._. Anyways, it's already fun just to see them bowl. And my friends are awesome! They got a number of strikes too! Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ding-dong. It was already four and I had to go. Before that we went to Popular to shop. I already skipped one of my Ballet class but my teacher didn't question me. Class was fun, I guess. I wasn't really tired. Well, of course I skipped one hour and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;On my way home, I saw some buildings experiencing black outs. In fact, there was many building having black outs. I mean, even the traffic lights weren't working. The restaurants had to light up candles for their customers and it was really dark. 11/11/11, there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I had chicken for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Blah, then I spent my day in front of the computer. At 11:11 PM, I was with Bunneh, in a room, playing Normal mode. How abnormal for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess that's all for my 11/11/11. Next year, we'll have 12/12/12 and after that we'll never have a 13/13/13 (I doubt superstitious people will like it) and we'll need to wait for another hundred years for a 1/1/1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's just another date, whatdaheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1974895738214626058?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1974895738214626058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1974895738214626058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1974895738214626058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1974895738214626058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/11/11th-of-november-being-with-friends.html' title='11th of November - Being With Friends'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9i8SNPsumVE/Tr6iXlvKNSI/AAAAAAAAB5k/AAQOCCrx9dI/s72-c/302182_2446781976672_1465592261_32668962_405607901_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-3961016406596372250</id><published>2011-11-08T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:10:57.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B, I, G, to the BANG !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2-xUDFUwE/TrkjvhHXsBI/AAAAAAAAB5M/3k3nbGCY3Dw/s1600/382913_309452942399824_114611098550677_1335025_906984016_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2-xUDFUwE/TrkjvhHXsBI/AAAAAAAAB5M/3k3nbGCY3Dw/s320/382913_309452942399824_114611098550677_1335025_906984016_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672604504899956754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Congratulations to BIGBANG for wining the Best Worldwide Act on MTV EMA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I'm so freakin' proud to be a V.I.P and see them receive their award at Belfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;And the best thing is, Daesung is there to receive the awards too! If he wasn't there I swear I'll be so angry! They definitely deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Well, I did vote for them like mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Once, they wouldn't let me vote anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;BIG BANG FOREVERRRRR ! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I actually, still have nothing to say. Just wanted to show the world how awesome Big Bang is. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;AuditionSEA just had a new patch and I can say I'm quite satisfied. There's four new different guitar songs! It's kinda like BU now, where the songs has only one level. The new BU songs are not bad too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;New seeds in garden ! ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suqssJsM398/Trkm7jXX3mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NefFQ7IIYac/s1600/2011_11_2_16.56.32.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suqssJsM398/Trkm7jXX3mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NefFQ7IIYac/s320/2011_11_2_16.56.32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672608010197261922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Whoooo, break record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;First time never break spark and the score scared me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-3961016406596372250?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/3961016406596372250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=3961016406596372250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3961016406596372250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3961016406596372250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-i-g-to-bang.html' title='B, I, G, to the BANG !'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2-xUDFUwE/TrkjvhHXsBI/AAAAAAAAB5M/3k3nbGCY3Dw/s72-c/382913_309452942399824_114611098550677_1335025_906984016_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5122393856389629158</id><published>2011-11-06T13:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:46:52.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Here I Welcome, the Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1myLdV6Mh4/TrYj75FwChI/AAAAAAAAB4E/KuV4FFLh320/s1600/hols1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671760292563913234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1myLdV6Mh4/TrYj75FwChI/AAAAAAAAB4E/KuV4FFLh320/s320/hols1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1myLdV6Mh4/TrYj75FwChI/AAAAAAAAB4E/KuV4FFLh320/s1600/hols1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671760292563913234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1myLdV6Mh4/TrYj75FwChI/AAAAAAAAB4E/KuV4FFLh320/s320/hols1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCxSP8mKOmo/TrYka2t-DdI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/WozKCgGXG8g/s1600/hols2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671760824503242194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCxSP8mKOmo/TrYka2t-DdI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/WozKCgGXG8g/s320/hols2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Seriously, I have no idea what to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After weeks of exam, it's finally the holidays that's every one's waiting for. No more books to read, no more school, no more tuition, no more worries. Well, except for the moment when our school mails our results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY, the main point is that the holidays has begun! Time just keeps passing really fast for me, and soon my schools days are almost over. After the holidays, it will be my last year at secondary school. BRRR, it gives me the shivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what am I going to do during the two months of holidays? I have no freakin' idea. What's on my mind is computer, computer, Audition, computer. Yeah, I do have a sad, un-entertaining life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I already spent the starting of my holiday at my hometown Malacca. It's been a while since I went there and yes, I'm glad I met my relatives and managed to eat delicious food the first day I went there. It's just that I can't play Audition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SrErK805dg/TrYovgpva9I/AAAAAAAAB4c/cyo-c8QATqc/s1600/ch-gameclient.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671765577403689938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SrErK805dg/TrYovgpva9I/AAAAAAAAB4c/cyo-c8QATqc/s320/ch-gameclient.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I really like this picture, LOL. (Taken from AuditionSEA's website).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have kept myself from boredom was a Harry Potter book my friend lend me. If it wasn't for that, I think I will be sleeping the whole day. Man, the book is really thick. And I wonder how am I going to read finish the two HP books and our school's novel Interlok during this holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeJvuUUeQXk/TrYrYuCWcWI/AAAAAAAAB4o/5Teur5G6dLg/s1600/hols3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671768484394463586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeJvuUUeQXk/TrYrYuCWcWI/AAAAAAAAB4o/5Teur5G6dLg/s320/hols3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just went to my cousin's school's funfair. I wanted to see her school and also experience other school's activities. And it was okay. We managed to eat some potato chips, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I did support my cousin's stall there, yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uL0Ua9fEv0/TrYt_URiUmI/AAAAAAAAB40/vH9ZvRpdRjM/s1600/hols4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671771346516988514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uL0Ua9fEv0/TrYt_URiUmI/AAAAAAAAB40/vH9ZvRpdRjM/s320/hols4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ahh, I'm also wasting my time playing The Sims Social. I love The Sims, since I was young I loved playing that game. The best version is always the first version. The Sims FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671775815147316306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvjaEFM1jug/TrYyDbOB5FI/AAAAAAAAB5A/mMXcFZqbKFw/s320/hols5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can never understand a Sims' language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to blog anymore. Oh well, I guess I'll read Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;待ってる。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-5122393856389629158?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5122393856389629158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=5122393856389629158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5122393856389629158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5122393856389629158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-i-welcome-holidays.html' title='Here I Welcome, the Holidays.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1myLdV6Mh4/TrYj75FwChI/AAAAAAAAB4E/KuV4FFLh320/s72-c/hols1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4442850074936411549</id><published>2011-10-29T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:49:15.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>なにもない。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;息ができます　僕いきてます&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;生きているから　寂しい。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;生きているから　寂しい。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ねえ　アタシだけのキミにしてもいいかな　．．．?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;．．アタシは馬鹿です。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I just went to a theme park located in Berjaya Times Square. I'm not sure whether it is called Cosmo Theme Park or Berjaya Times Square Theme Park. It's the same anyway. Me and my brother wanted to go there for years! We read about it somewhere and we really wanted to go, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's only the two of us, so we sat the monorail and LRT to there by ourselves. Well, actually my brother did all the research about boarding which monorail and taking which tracks, I just followed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Berjaya Times Square is huge. Really huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh, I couldn't believe I was there. I can finally ride that roller coaster that turns 360 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olyMEOqgbX0/Tqwk-9Nsw9I/AAAAAAAAB3I/iQhr0Pg-tcE/s1600/1049008034_a748a9d380_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668946694955123666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olyMEOqgbX0/Tqwk-9Nsw9I/AAAAAAAAB3I/iQhr0Pg-tcE/s320/1049008034_a748a9d380_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can say that the rides there are more exciting than the ones at Genting. I mean, there's three rides that turn you upside down. But compared to Genting, here has lesser rides. After all, the theme park is inside a shopping mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can say I had a great time. And I got dizzy, LOL. If you're up to thrilling rides, don't miss this theme park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just attended a free seminar today. It's given by Lim Teck Hoe, a 'memory master'. Basically, he has good memory and he's gonna boost our memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man, he's really good. He can memorize 48 random numbers that the students have given and even mention how many 9s in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He taught us ways to memorize things and I can say it's pretty effective, haha. I just hope I remember how to remember things, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday to SW! We've been friends since we're 9, huh.&lt;br /&gt;I have said everything I wanted to you.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLASSTT ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't wait for -VSP-Club's recruitment. ;chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTnkKFj9mvg/TqwqZ57lpPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/7UGNlKmVHZM/s1600/2011_10_25_23.0.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668952655488460018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTnkKFj9mvg/TqwqZ57lpPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/7UGNlKmVHZM/s320/2011_10_25_23.0.56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FC-ed this song for the first time, I bet there will be no next time ! ;lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4442850074936411549?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4442850074936411549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4442850074936411549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4442850074936411549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4442850074936411549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='なにもない。'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olyMEOqgbX0/Tqwk-9Nsw9I/AAAAAAAAB3I/iQhr0Pg-tcE/s72-c/1049008034_a748a9d380_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-3490804504563983625</id><published>2011-10-24T23:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:02:48.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Time, Questions, Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co1s0-aljUY/TqWIBvrXgvI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AuoIAKDDlBk/s1600/annarasumanara-2706301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667085269675246322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co1s0-aljUY/TqWIBvrXgvI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AuoIAKDDlBk/s320/annarasumanara-2706301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Manhwa Annarasumanara. I read manhwa already, omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After two weeks of exam, we're given a week of holiday. It's to celebrate Deepavali, which I think the Indians really deserve. In the past, they're given the most of two days. Besides, we students love holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the holidays and taking a few more papers, I would be free from school for the rest of the year. Gah, it seems so close yet so far. My friend told me it would all end before you know it, and yeah, it will really happen just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm primary school, I never wanted to study. Haha, I never wanted to study, even now. I asked my father when I'll stop studying and the answers was many years. I was like, 'What? That sounds like forever!' And what do you know, in a few months time I'll be spending the last year in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But there are moments when I think time is moving too slow. I feel like growing up faster, because I'm curious how life is going to be when it's not just study, study, study. Another friend of mine says this, and I feel like she's already spreading her wings and getting ready to take off. She's just waiting for the time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_3FPngme_Q/TqWQY5OIqlI/AAAAAAAAB2U/0NQbkuMp6Bk/s1600/carolina-alvarez-girl-sky-wind-Favim.com-118907.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667094463467006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_3FPngme_Q/TqWQY5OIqlI/AAAAAAAAB2U/0NQbkuMp6Bk/s320/carolina-alvarez-girl-sky-wind-Favim.com-118907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heh, what am I saying? Is time passing fast or moving like a snail? I think time is always slipping away but it's just not fast enough. I looked at my mother and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'How did you live until where you are now? Didn't it took a long time? Weren't you bored? I'm 16 and I'm already bored. How did you do it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forget what's the answer. I think it's like, you just follow the flow. Just let things happen and .. It's just like that, I guess. But for me, I think life now or later isn't going to be easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHskuTSe__4/TqWTaquGY1I/AAAAAAAAB2g/-8hDIvsJtNo/s1600/carolina-alvarez-girl-nature-time-tree-Favim.com-122481.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667097792469164882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHskuTSe__4/TqWTaquGY1I/AAAAAAAAB2g/-8hDIvsJtNo/s320/carolina-alvarez-girl-nature-time-tree-Favim.com-122481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reality is going to hurt you, things aren't as innocent as you think and life is going to hurl you obstacles. It doesn't matter if you're five or a hundred years old, life is hard. In fact, I think life sucks. But wait, that's when you see a side of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like what I learn from my history textbook about the concept of Yin and Yang, light can't exist without darkness and vice-versa. So even life is horrible, life is beautiful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667099186756605794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roVMHd1Sz6o/TqWUr02IV2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/a98uQ_TIip4/s320/tumblr_lmjbkabDly1qkr21no1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TROLLOLOLOLOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can tell you many sad stories about my life, but I can also tell you happy moments too. Maybe it's just that the sad moments seem to have more impact and tend to cover all the happiness. That's for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really unstable. I could be happy like crazy and suddenly tears can fall out of my eyes. Is it because I'm a girl? I'm emotional? Is everyone like this? I sound so annoying, duhhhh. It's just so hard to be a human. Or maybe, a teenager. We just tend to have many things in our head and ask a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life has its ups and downs, either way we should face it. You can handle it by yourself, but friends and family by your side seem to be less scary. I know I have wonderful friends, a loving family and certainly life has given me as much chances as it gives me SHEEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No regrets, just love, live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dqjP6Q0LqE/TqWXz7Xn45I/AAAAAAAAB24/yAaUEHLo2yw/s1600/girl-in-field.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667102624481534866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dqjP6Q0LqE/TqWXz7Xn45I/AAAAAAAAB24/yAaUEHLo2yw/s320/girl-in-field.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate the silence, because it's like I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-3490804504563983625?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/3490804504563983625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=3490804504563983625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3490804504563983625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3490804504563983625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-questions-life.html' title='Time, Questions, Life.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co1s0-aljUY/TqWIBvrXgvI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AuoIAKDDlBk/s72-c/annarasumanara-2706301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-522428930184064328</id><published>2011-10-11T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:45:18.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HQWWpb5JmI/TpPDHoPeUKI/AAAAAAAAB1w/dI-MVnWLkLw/s1600/joe-brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662083692363665570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HQWWpb5JmI/TpPDHoPeUKI/AAAAAAAAB1w/dI-MVnWLkLw/s320/joe-brooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Presenting Joe Brooks, a singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who needs superman if you have him? x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I wasted a week and a few days in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't really studied at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I was just hoping I could get good results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's really stupid, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great, I made myself feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GAH, it's all my fault anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could be a superman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd fly you to the stars and back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause every time you touch my hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and feel my powers running through your veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can only write this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and tell you that I'm not that strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'm no superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you like me as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I saw him on the papers today, and I was like, 'OMG IT'S JOE BROOKS'. According &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to the paper, it seems like he's coming to Malaysia. Ahh, it would be great to see his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CUTE. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another photo of Joe Brooks! (Justtosatisfymyselfteehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUlT_HQDFn4/TpPG22czWnI/AAAAAAAAB18/zSb5HYxle_Q/s1600/27i11w5iezrn1r7n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662087802166401650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUlT_HQDFn4/TpPG22czWnI/AAAAAAAAB18/zSb5HYxle_Q/s320/27i11w5iezrn1r7n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears, smiles, anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever I feel it's like I'm drifting away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then suddenly I'm back at the shores again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know that I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't lie to you anymore, huh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-522428930184064328?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/522428930184064328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=522428930184064328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/522428930184064328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/522428930184064328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/10/superman.html' title='Superman.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HQWWpb5JmI/TpPDHoPeUKI/AAAAAAAAB1w/dI-MVnWLkLw/s72-c/joe-brooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4659497343603714525</id><published>2011-09-30T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:46:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gah, I haven't update my blog. How lazy can I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 23th of September, I had my Advanced Foundation Ballet exam. Skipped school and had to prepare in the early morning. Had problems with my hair, rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My examiner was an Australian and according to my friends who had their examinations before me, he doesn't smile. What could be more creepy than that!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it went okay. I didn't made any mistakes and the free work was okay. But I wished I could do better. That's what everyone would say, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 24th of September, I went to the Korean Music Wave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw T.O.P. I can die peacefully now LOL JK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I wish I can post some photos but all of them were blur. It was because of my trembling hands and the people who kept waving their glow sticks. It was a really fun experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to see many Korean artists like FT Island, U-KISS, 4 Minute, Teen Top, Park Jung Min and most importantly, SeungRi and GD&amp;amp;TOP. I want to thanks my parents the most, for giving me this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing on the grass for hours were worth it, because I finally saw T.O.P, in his colorful costume, singing Oh Yeah, Knock Out and High High. Of course, I'm happy to see the two other Big Bang members, just not as delighted to see my LOVEEELY TOPPPPPP ! *kyaahfangirlsqueal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enough said, I had a great time. I also bought a Big Bang T-Shirt that I'm proud of, hoho. VIP forever. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guargh, exam is coming soon. I've already started my revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a bet going on and I can't afford to lose. Good luck to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9IuxU4TLyM/ToVpKIMYGVI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/A4vgrZJkzxc/s1600/2011_9_25_14.32.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658044129579899218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9IuxU4TLyM/ToVpKIMYGVI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/A4vgrZJkzxc/s320/2011_9_25_14.32.21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garden is fun, you should try it too, Hana ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4659497343603714525?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4659497343603714525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4659497343603714525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4659497343603714525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4659497343603714525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/09/happening.html' title='Happening.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9IuxU4TLyM/ToVpKIMYGVI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/A4vgrZJkzxc/s72-c/2011_9_25_14.32.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4348546605162788560</id><published>2011-09-17T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:51:41.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>The Picture Says It All .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ej7JII6n1k/TnRd0d4RlzI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zhYCEzqlR7E/s1600/2011_9_17_14.8.36.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ej7JII6n1k/TnRd0d4RlzI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zhYCEzqlR7E/s320/2011_9_17_14.8.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653246588212057906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xHanamiru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobledancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ICEx3~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angieex3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-2030-AhGal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~x2~MaMa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~4EVERHIMx3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-WAHLAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Special thanks to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xSnowFlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yippy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly, I thank you for everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IKiNgI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4348546605162788560?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4348546605162788560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4348546605162788560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4348546605162788560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4348546605162788560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/09/picture-says-it-all.html' title='The Picture Says It All .'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ej7JII6n1k/TnRd0d4RlzI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zhYCEzqlR7E/s72-c/2011_9_17_14.8.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2650608150545049670</id><published>2011-09-10T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:21:33.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>10th of September - Timing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The fridge is down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The gate can't close properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The internet went wrong at the wrong moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had lots of people waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I thought I could be happy on this day, I ended up feeling terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A special day that I could remember I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was special, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm sure I won't forget this horrible day easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's all about timing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and all I had was bad timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2650608150545049670?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2650608150545049670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2650608150545049670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2650608150545049670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2650608150545049670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/09/10th-of-september-timing.html' title='10th of September - Timing.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4708675432799338723</id><published>2011-09-01T23:13:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:52:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQL8hSXnQ/Tl-jr3_264I/AAAAAAAAB0A/kwx1m5QcNHQ/s1600/P9010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412431907384194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQL8hSXnQ/Tl-jr3_264I/AAAAAAAAB0A/kwx1m5QcNHQ/s320/P9010035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I want to thank my parents, my uncles and aunts. T.O.PYOU'REDAYSAWAYFROMME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, I'm going to do something that I usually would NEVER do. I'm going to post about a Korean manhwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GASPWHATTHEHECKDIDYOUSAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you're clueless, let me explain. I hate Korean manwha. Like I said many times before, they're ugly. Yes, I do judge a manga/manhwa by it's cover, because the drawing really affect the way I read, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Many times had I clicked a link to a manhwa and many times I just clicked the 'back' button because of the ugly page preview or just the sight of the Korean characters. It's not that I hate things that's gotta do with Korean, I love T.O.P. I just don't like their comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Straight to the point shall we? 'Song of the Cloud' is the title of the manhwa I'm going to introduce. It strongly reminds me of 'Taiyou no Uta', meaning 'The Sun's Song' which was a manga/movie that moved me to tears. Even 2NE1's Dara watched it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*COUGH* Err, let's just go straight to the synopsis(took from Mangareader) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These people have been living unhappy lives because they've never been able to do what they want. Ga Yeon's smart, but wants to become a singer. However, she's been forced to live a life of someone else's decision. Jae Hee is a piano player, but suffers from the delusion from his traumatic past. Dong Woo and Min Seo are a couple who are talented musicians but can't make music they wish to make. Hyuk's a guitar player but it forced to be in an idol band, rather than what he really wants. The five come together and make a band of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I'm attracted to the manhwa because of the tough situation every character was placed in. I love to see how the characters face it and solve it. The manhwa was placed into the 'Tragedy' category so I guess I like crying while reading too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, besides of the story, the art was very different from other manhwa and manga. Instead of looking like a drawn manhwa, I felt like I was looking at 3D pictures when reading 'Song of the Cloud'. The drawing of the character is okay, but I think it's the colouring that gave me the eye-popping feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The first few pages was wonderfully coloured, my jaws were hanging in awe. Not meaning that the rest of the pages were terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, it's a little strange mentioning Korean names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ei_CmGmZV8/Tl-zPYAuiKI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/rxHZkUKm1SU/s1600/song-of-the-cloud-2163093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647429534470801570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ei_CmGmZV8/Tl-zPYAuiKI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/rxHZkUKm1SU/s320/song-of-the-cloud-2163093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ga Yeon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dream was to be singer but as a high schooler, her mother didn't not let her. She followed any orders given but soon she struggled. She then met a lady and that changed her life forever. Anyways, she says she wants to be singer but there isn't any proof in the manhwa that says she's good at singing or whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647431715124401602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSe8lyj6ZZc/Tl-1OTlD1cI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/gSRI3cl4d1o/s320/song-of-the-cloud-2163101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jae Hee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, don't you think he's so good looking? He was officially became the first handsome Korean manhwa character in my list. Jae Hee is a excellent pianist in such young age, but he actually suffers from schizophrenia. He can't differeniate things from illusions or reality. The reason of this is because of a traumatic accident when he was 8. He thens meet Ga Yeon decides to form a band with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTZvjCYR4Ac/Tl-4f093rJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/nfKbIgxM348/s1600/song-of-the-cloud-2163121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647435314679491730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTZvjCYR4Ac/Tl-4f093rJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/nfKbIgxM348/s320/song-of-the-cloud-2163121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dong Woo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A drummer that became devasted when the his group disband. He is revealed to be very fragile and choose to believe things that probably ... doesn't exist. His character development is still halfway and I'm dying to know what's going to happen next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zu4OcHllmX8/Tl-62stEP4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/r4LpvALuBLA/s1600/song-of-the-cloud-2178855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647437906621775746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zu4OcHllmX8/Tl-62stEP4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/r4LpvALuBLA/s320/song-of-the-cloud-2178855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Min Seo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Min Seo's story hasn't really begun but she already appeared so I'll write something. She was Dong Woo's girlfriend and they were in the same band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to the synopsis, there's another character but he hadn't appeared. Gosh, I wish they update it as soon as possible because it's so rare to read a great comic, not to mention manhwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess I really like to read this kind of manga/manhwa lately. In the past, I had read a manga about a girl who also given a tough situation and how she faced it. That manga made me cried terribly, showing us how cruel the world is even though the heroine tried her very best for her loved one. That's the slice of life for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love the story and drawing of this manga. It was so beautiful that it scared me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EDIT : I can't believe I left out the author's name! It's Ho Rang, and I really pay my respect towards he/she. Out of curiosity, I went to the author's website and made an amazing discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho Rang was also the author of a REALLY scary web comic that was going around recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvyC-R4crjM/TmBTAz8E72I/AAAAAAAAB0w/OkacBC-CNbw/s1600/scary-625x297.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvyC-R4crjM/TmBTAz8E72I/AAAAAAAAB0w/OkacBC-CNbw/s320/scary-625x297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647605206129897314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A glimpse of the scary comic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt; I myself had never read the comic but I heard how scary it was from my friends. Even by just telling me the story, I had disturbing thoughts. I'm a coward, so I think I will never read the comic. The comic is about a girl walking at a dark street when she came across a figure that looks broken? Then, thanks to Ho Rang's amazing ability to tweak the scroll bar and of course, amazing art, it leaves you a horrifying experience you will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;You can read this manga Song of the Cloud &lt;a href="http://www.mangareader.net/song-of-the-cloud"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Read the scary web comic Bongcheon-Dong Ghost &lt;a href="http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&amp;amp;no=20&amp;amp;weekday=tue"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Every surprise made my heart skip a beat, but I'm not hating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4708675432799338723?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4708675432799338723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4708675432799338723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4708675432799338723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4708675432799338723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-cloud.html' title='Song of the Cloud'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQL8hSXnQ/Tl-jr3_264I/AAAAAAAAB0A/kwx1m5QcNHQ/s72-c/P9010035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-294402427804856402</id><published>2011-08-28T20:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:48:42.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, it's really been a long time since I updated, huh. I apologize if any one out there wanted to read my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, the Raya holidays came. Not only the Malays get to celebrate their new year, we non-Muslims get a week holiday! There will be no tuition, no dance classes for me and OMG, a really busy-free week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really tired and I'm glad I can sleep until the sun rises. Homework aren't really pilling up that high but I guess I will take some time to finish it ._. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BIG BANG IS FINALLY COMING TO MALAYSIAAAAAA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmuJbd4XmUE/TlpADH7IWoI/AAAAAAAABzg/U6b9dXBmn5w/s1600/Korean_Music_Wave.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645895505273182850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmuJbd4XmUE/TlpADH7IWoI/AAAAAAAABzg/U6b9dXBmn5w/s320/Korean_Music_Wave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the only ones coming is GD, TOP and Seungri. I'm really sad(If I can go) that Daesung won't come because I'm dying to hear his beautiful vocals. Taeyang won't be coming too and that's a waste since his dancing is so amazing. But as long as TOP is there, I will be GOINGGGG. I already found someone to accompany and I hope I can really go, go, go, go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday to HCH, a friend of many years. Thanks for everything you have done, and keeping me entertained every day at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCJp3rkAY-U/TlpK_Horb1I/AAAAAAAABzo/qvv1nwQQ2iI/s1600/22477021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645907531104218962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCJp3rkAY-U/TlpK_Horb1I/AAAAAAAABzo/qvv1nwQQ2iI/s320/22477021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a panda for your information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm really in a complicated situation right now, but I guess it's all my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is that you end up hiding it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Is that you actually want me to ask you about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I promise that I will not laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;so why don't you trying tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I won't know anything if you don't open your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;You won't convey anything by merely thinking in your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- ハロ／ハワユ ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;初音ミク&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;These feeling are also a foolish thing called love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Even so, as I try to dream, as I try to show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I start to struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(28, 42, 71); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;- FAKE LOVER ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;初音ミク&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I'm trying to let go, I'm trying to forget. I don't know if it's true, but I believed it. But you took your time, and I think it's too long. Sorry, but I have to go. I feel terrible before but I'm already feeling better. I thank you for everything. Maybe I will shut down your world, but I'm sure someone will replace me and make your days brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 25px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 25px; "&gt;I don't know if this is the start of some thing new, but I'll try my best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-294402427804856402?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/294402427804856402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=294402427804856402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/294402427804856402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/294402427804856402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/08/hari-raya-holidays.html' title='Hari Raya Holidays.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmuJbd4XmUE/TlpADH7IWoI/AAAAAAAABzg/U6b9dXBmn5w/s72-c/Korean_Music_Wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-302273533323197643</id><published>2011-08-05T23:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:48:49.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>5th of August - Let's Get Wild Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really happy that there are silent readers here, including my parents and friends. I get over the moon when they tell me which posts are nice, or they urge me to update when I don't. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my father back home is one of the greatest thing that can happen to me. I love my parents and love being with them, but my I can totally be like a small kid with my father. He has more sense of humour and he gets my joke. I love them equally, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what is this 'Let's Get Wild Friday' thingy? A holiday, an event or another meaning of T.G.I.F? Well, it was actually my father's idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It all began when my mother told she was heading back to Malacca alone, leaving me, my brothers and my dad at home. So without my mother's supervision, my father said we can get wild. Seriously, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCZGA8-rWFA/Tjz2gBOVvwI/AAAAAAAAByY/uR51n5l9vyM/s1600/lgwf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637651863505846018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCZGA8-rWFA/Tjz2gBOVvwI/AAAAAAAAByY/uR51n5l9vyM/s320/lgwf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:0;"&gt;At first my father thought it would be on Thursday my mother went away, but it turned out to be a week later. And when that week came, it turned out to be a Friday. So originally it was a 'Let's Get Wild Thursday', not Friday. Either way, their purpose stays the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On 'LGWF', we get wild. We break the rules, get crazy, do things we shouldn't do and just have fun. But because it was just a normal Friday, I still have my three hour dance lessons and also tuition, we don't have time to get wild at all, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Actually, we didn't really do anything wild at all. We just liked the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed my 'LGWF' first by buying bubble tea. My mother didn't like me buying that drink so while she was away, I took the chance. HARHARHAR. After that, we went to have lunch at Subway. &lt;/span&gt;I was excited, and took a camera with me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, thumbs up for Let's Get Wild Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQcaBwKNshk/Tjz433a0MiI/AAAAAAAAByg/hCUENKZdYyw/s1600/P8050037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654472213934626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQcaBwKNshk/Tjz433a0MiI/AAAAAAAAByg/hCUENKZdYyw/s320/P8050037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzePAstqNcg/Tjz5R757bNI/AAAAAAAAByo/V8l98zGfZxo/s1600/P8050038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654920094772434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzePAstqNcg/Tjz5R757bNI/AAAAAAAAByo/V8l98zGfZxo/s320/P8050038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gZdRa65WOU/Tjz5vJ14inI/AAAAAAAAByw/ebNaXAGf8t4/s1600/P8050040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637655422052108914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gZdRa65WOU/Tjz5vJ14inI/AAAAAAAAByw/ebNaXAGf8t4/s320/P8050040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to buy stationery first, I needed graph papers urgently. Also, I just finished my bubble tea and was full. :x Subway, here we come to eat your deliciousness. But damn, you're expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJWWDLtwwmY/Tjz6niqjjzI/AAAAAAAABy4/GfSjliQpvD8/s1600/P8050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656390788157234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJWWDLtwwmY/Tjz6niqjjzI/AAAAAAAABy4/GfSjliQpvD8/s320/P8050043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRHt0i4NiHQ/Tj1mQZEsNLI/AAAAAAAABzA/udfIoC_BO2w/s1600/P8050045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637774740332229810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRHt0i4NiHQ/Tj1mQZEsNLI/AAAAAAAABzA/udfIoC_BO2w/s320/P8050045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we're insane over a normal Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that we decided to head home. Before me and my brother went into a car, I spotted something that was really unusual. It was a brinjal. Stuck on a fence. A brinjal stuck on a fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f90YfHL2eYE/Tj1nq9stw1I/AAAAAAAABzI/M4eslCt9Kao/s1600/P8050051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637776296352006994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f90YfHL2eYE/Tj1nq9stw1I/AAAAAAAABzI/M4eslCt9Kao/s320/P8050051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone probably left it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway after that my routine became normal. But the 'LGWF' spirit never left my father, he bought carbonated drinks and stuffs for us. Those things weren't allowed for us for normal occasions. He wanted to buy snacks for us but my brother had an ulcer. I pitied him so I never bought them. I'msuchagoodgirlkaythanksbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had dinner at Tenji2 Japanese Buffet restaurant. It was HUGE, BIG, LARGE, INSANELY HUGE. And pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really love Japan and it's culture, and of course its people. Whenever I go to places related to Japan, I really hope I meet some Japanese people. So when I went to Tenji2 or any other Japanese restaurants, I had this kind of expectation to see a Japanese. Then, I would try to listen to their conversation among themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Normally, they disappoint me and turned to be any other Malaysians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-302273533323197643?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/302273533323197643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=302273533323197643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/302273533323197643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/302273533323197643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-of-august-lets-get-wild-friday.html' title='5th of August - Let&apos;s Get Wild Friday!'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCZGA8-rWFA/Tjz2gBOVvwI/AAAAAAAAByY/uR51n5l9vyM/s72-c/lgwf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-8857762519600942196</id><published>2011-07-17T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:56:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The bad thing about family restaurants is the small kids. But then it wouldn't be called a family, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;For Raina, it was almost perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Being a perfectionist, Raina must have everything gone her way. In the mind of hers, a perfect vacation brings the definition of arriving the destination on time, never given a lousy service, having fun and getting back home smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Fortunately, her fiancé Alex, has given everything she wanted during their getaway at California. Strolling by the beach, feeling the wind in her hair and enjoying her ice-cream her mother-in-law certainly would not allow. It was absolutely wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;After a week of paradise, Raina was cuddling in the arms of her lover. Sitting at the back seat of the cab, they were only a few miles away from their doorstep. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and she was dying to sink her feet in a bucket of ice, cold water. In her mind, Raina told herself : All that was left to perfection is ...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;She could not finish her sentence before the cab suddenly lost control and went out of the road. Everything happened so fast even a scream could not escape from Raina's throat. All she heard was a loud screech, the cab driver shrieking and then she felt the world spinning around. Alex's grip on her started to loosen, her sense of everything lost and before she knows it, she was thrown into a world of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Raina's whole body jerked awake when she felt a rain droplet fell on her face. She struggled to move her heavy eyelids, and her limbs were not listening to her either. Her mind dizzy and her vision blurry, Raina just lay motionless and looked at the cloud night sky. As more rain droplets came down from the sky, Raina tried to recalled what happened before she was lying on the ground. Bits of memories came flowing back into her mind and it dawned on her that she was involved in a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Suddenly, the sky roared and a flash of lightning appeared across the sky. At the same moment, as if her pain receptors were suddenly activated, Raina felt the torturing pain over her whole body. All she could do was scream. She could taste something salty in her mouth, but she was not sure it was tears or blood. With every breathe she took, she felt her life slipping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;A thought of Alex suddenly came into Raina's mind and made her to hold herself together. Using the minimal strength she has left, she got herself up. She realized she could not feel her legs, so she used both of her hands to drag herself around. After she caught sight of Alex lying on the ground, she made her way towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Ignoring the pain as glass shards pierce through her skin, the distance between them was getting closer, slowly. However, when there was only few meters between them, Raina stopped dead in her tracks. Alex's body was motionless, his chest was not moving, there was no sign of life. Dead, he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raina suddenly thought of what her mother said, 'Life is never perfect.' She had only understand it now, but it was too late. Her body and mind became numb, unable to feel pain or experience sorrow. She sat under rain with Alex's body by her side and gazing into space. Her only movement later was after a scent of oil leakage went into her nostrils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Raina immediately flipped her head to look around her surroundings. Her heart began to race when she was not only surrounded by a pool of blood, but also a sea of oil that leaked out from the cab. Without giving much thought, Raina grabbed Alex's shirt and tried to pull his body away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;A spark came to alive. Raina's eye widen in horror as she watched another spark from somewhere. A large spark ignited and in slow-motion, she saw a large explosion with flames engulfing everything in its way. First the cab was gone, followed by Alex, and then all Raina could see was a bright light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;For Raina, it was almost perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;It's like that's the only thing I can't get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-8857762519600942196?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8857762519600942196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=8857762519600942196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8857762519600942196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8857762519600942196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/07/almost-perfect.html' title='Almost Perfect.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-900262181149137982</id><published>2011-07-03T21:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:39:18.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Haru Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;It's alternative title is Blue Spring Ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I will definitely call it fate for me to move my cursor towards this manga title. Out of all the different mangas on the long list, I just had to click this one. I'm also surprised why I did it, because the title doesn't look it belongs to a shoujo manga. Well, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Ahh, I'm happy I was willing to give it chance. Just because the mangas that were categorized as shoujo doesn't mean that they will be read by me. I 'flipped' through the first few page and then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;This drawing is familiar. No, it wasn't familiar, I know who drew this manga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Sakisaka Io, the artist and author of Strobe Edge. And Strobe Edge is my favourite manga, and I can say it OUT LOUD that it beats Kaichou wa Maid-sama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4I_CgJoZkyo/ThB121BpDxI/AAAAAAAABwg/tbUlqPkcywg/s1600/ao-haru-ride-l0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4I_CgJoZkyo/ThB121BpDxI/AAAAAAAABwg/tbUlqPkcywg/s320/ao-haru-ride-l0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625125519393099538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;According to the katakana here, it says Aoharaido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; " &gt;Gahh, it delighted me that it was Sakisaki Io's work. I guess she will be drawing a new manga after the end of Strobe Edge. I'm actually not sure if Strobe Edge really ended, because the status was 'Ongoing' and the story actually was left mid air, if included the side characters' story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; " &gt;Same like her previous work, it's shoujo, high school and romance. I have read the available five chapters and here the synopsis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cute Yoshioka Futaba disliked guys during middle school except for her first love named Tanaka who was kind and soft. After some misunderstandings, the boy she liked transferred to another school and Futaba's feelings were left hanging. After three years and already in a high school, Futaba decided to 'reset' her life. She became unladylike because she was afraid to be critized by her so-called friends who thinks being cute is gross. Thanks to fate, she was able to meet Tanaka again, but he goes by the name Mabuchi Kou. Unfortunately for her, Kou said he doesn't have the same feelings for her like before. And just like her, Kou had changed his personality and is different from before. Will Futaba be able to continue her love that never started three years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I don't think I'll say anything else so let's get to the characters shall we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTxt09TN2zc/ThB8L6UUoXI/AAAAAAAABwo/eCgLZE62mHY/s1600/ao-haru-ride-2234441%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTxt09TN2zc/ThB8L6UUoXI/AAAAAAAABwo/eCgLZE62mHY/s320/ao-haru-ride-2234441%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625132478660649330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yoshioka Futaba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;She's your normal cute high school girl. But because of her fake friends, she decided to not attract attention of other boys. She's actually a nice girl and she will stood up for someone who's not wrong. After the mistakes she made in middle school,  she tries her best to fix her life and her relationship with Tanaka/Kou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0noKIgXvOQ/ThB9kqM-96I/AAAAAAAABww/-enncF_7nKs/s1600/ao-haru-ride-2430951.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0noKIgXvOQ/ThB9kqM-96I/AAAAAAAABww/-enncF_7nKs/s320/ao-haru-ride-2430951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625134003343259554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mabuchi Kou/Tanaka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;In the begining of the story, (AHH, let's call him Kou.) Kou was describe as a petite guy who Futaba think was different from other guys. After he disappeared from Futaba's life for three years and reappears again, he changed his personality from nice to I-don't-care-about-you guy. However, he still continued being friends with Futaba and their relationship is getting closer every chapter. Or is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Basically, the characters you see above is Kinohita Ninako that changed her hair length and hair colour, and Ren Ichinose with curly hair and having a bad boy attitude. For your information, Ninako and Ren are from Strobe Edge. I miss Ren a lot, I love him. Boohoo, if Strobe Edge continued he will be one of my lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Hold on! You thought I was done with the characters? You're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6zQ5euTGs4/ThCD8r0bBEI/AAAAAAAABxY/IXRya-Htoos/s1600/ao-haru-ride-2297471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6zQ5euTGs4/ThCD8r0bBEI/AAAAAAAABxY/IXRya-Htoos/s320/ao-haru-ride-2297471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625141013163738178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5RQZfXyrUs/ThCD83rY_-I/AAAAAAAABxg/bXLIh1bAmmk/s320/ao-haru-ride-2431029.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625141016347082722" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO2wn4n8RYA/ThCD9M_2-TI/AAAAAAAABxo/ASHO9bX5h2A/s320/ao-haru-ride-2431035.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625141022070077746" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;From left to down : Makita, Murao, Kominato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;These guys look like they play a big part in the manga until where I'm reading now. What is their role? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Well, even though Sakisaka Io's art is the same (probably a little changes) from before, I think the manga is more serious than Strobe Edge. It isn't just above love love love, but also how to fit in and life. Just so you know, all the characters above are different from each other, and I think the author wants them to get along with each other. Thus, a strange friendship is borned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;The manga now only has five chapters, so I can't say it's going to be awesome or what, it's too early for that. Even if it will suck in the near future, I will continue to read Sakisaka Io's work, because all her main male character look like RENNNNN ! ;shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I don't think I will be disappointed and I think I will enjoy it as much as Strobe Edge. Why do I say that? Because I already started loving it since the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Read this manga at &lt;a href="http://www.mangareader.net/ao-haru-ride"&gt;Mangareader&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3CJvtJPOS0/ThCGKCdmiZI/AAAAAAAABxw/K0n-NumDMs0/s1600/198451_1799124370610_1014781355_2110860_4015320_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3CJvtJPOS0/ThCGKCdmiZI/AAAAAAAABxw/K0n-NumDMs0/s320/198451_1799124370610_1014781355_2110860_4015320_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625143441603594642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ren Ichinose, you will always have a spot in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Oh baby baby, love love love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;What are the ingredients for the recipe called Love? Will it be delicious just after being in the oven for a mere 45 minutes? Can it be done over and over again like any other food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;- GUMMY " LOVE RECIPE " .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-900262181149137982?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/900262181149137982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=900262181149137982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/900262181149137982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/900262181149137982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/07/ao-haru-ride.html' title='Ao Haru Ride'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4I_CgJoZkyo/ThB121BpDxI/AAAAAAAABwg/tbUlqPkcywg/s72-c/ao-haru-ride-l0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-7599609524311125746</id><published>2011-07-02T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:11:53.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>幸せ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;means happiness in Japanese. I can't really say I experience happiness now, but close enough, I guess. I wasn't refering it to meself, if you're wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the 26th of June 2011, SW (finally?) got married. In AuditionSEA, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MO9nSOqT8vo/Tg7VdyteMsI/AAAAAAAABv8/cm1eYXWkPuA/s1600/2011_6_26_16.16.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624667692437746370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MO9nSOqT8vo/Tg7VdyteMsI/AAAAAAAABv8/cm1eYXWkPuA/s320/2011_6_26_16.16.32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The bridegroom is Nobledancer. I think it shouldn't be a problem revealing it out, since everyone I know knows it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;And last Thursday, Mesha got married after secretly coupling with a guy who is rich, Nesha. He purposely changed his name for her, how sweet. However, I wasn't able to attend her wedding, like the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;Of course, I'm happy for both of my friends/children. May four of you last long. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;WHOOOO. I have finally upgraded my internet/modem/whatever you call it. I had to wait for a long time, no thanks to Maxis' horrible customer's service. There was more than one time my mother wanted to switch to P1, but I insisted Maxis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;Just a few days after we got out new modem, we suddenly couldn't go on the Internet. Seriously, what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;But I'm thankful for the tall repairman came and saved us all. Now, I can Audi without any lag, just like before. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Today was Canteen Day for my school and also the event 1Murid1Sukan1Malaysia. Seriously, I don't get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Every school in Malaysia will have marathon of 1.5 kilometers, and there will be no school on the following Monday, whee. I love running, so I went anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;There was always a dance competition and I was looking forward to see the finalist. I was disappointed, but I think I wouldn't have the guts to perform even though I really wanted to. Congratulations to the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;NAEGA JEIL JAL NAGA ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tu68w_WjWJM/Tg9CZZtBqTI/AAAAAAAABwY/Ww43Wp1gIDk/s1600/Untitled.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tu68w_WjWJM/Tg9CZZtBqTI/AAAAAAAABwY/Ww43Wp1gIDk/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624787463772940594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Either way, I think I had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;MoA, or Johanna (her real name) deleted all her accounts in YouTube and other websites. I really sad about this, because all of her wonderful covers of 2NE1 songs are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Apparently, someone recognized her as a real singer when she participated 2NE1's Lonely Cover contest. Being a singer who works for a company and not wanting to create trouble, she removed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Gosh, her voice is godly and she's so pretty. It's a waste if she's not going to sing for us anymore. I was pretty sure she would win the contest if she didn't quit it. But then, I would love her to be safe from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8x9WEJpN0Ew/Tg9BHelMtHI/AAAAAAAABwQ/knh6B7YeAJ0/s1600/1c43bacbc62947c4c5b7896be573be07_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8x9WEJpN0Ew/Tg9BHelMtHI/AAAAAAAABwQ/knh6B7YeAJ0/s320/1c43bacbc62947c4c5b7896be573be07_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624786056333014130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CL, looking awesome as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will it really happen? It looks so hazy, that's why I do not believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-7599609524311125746?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7599609524311125746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=7599609524311125746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7599609524311125746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7599609524311125746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='幸せ.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MO9nSOqT8vo/Tg7VdyteMsI/AAAAAAAABv8/cm1eYXWkPuA/s72-c/2011_6_26_16.16.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2714201957383304336</id><published>2011-06-19T00:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:21:53.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Don't Cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is filled with nothing but disappointment and pain. Well, I'm sure mine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanted to post about my birthday, but now that I think about it, I already mentioned everything about my birthday. Nothing really happened on my birthday so, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to thank all the birthday wishes that were given to me. I'm glad there are people who still remember my birthday without looking at Facebook. But, thanks anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As I grow older, my birthday doesn't seem to be so important anymore. When I was small, I would want my mother to bake a cake or eat outside, give me presents or held a party. Although my mother only organized one. I love you, mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was just a day to mark how many years I have been on this earth, the day I was given life and I think it will be better to appreciate every other single days too. I think Chinese New Year is better than my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BLAHH, I did received presents, thanks to my wonderful friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619601789890942130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnq4Co1MHm4/TfzWDdGZVLI/AAAAAAAABvU/GvvH-TR08gE/s320/P6130020%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gray Fullbuster from Reiki and a really cute pencil box from SW. I have been using a transparent pencil box given during PMR. The zip doesn't work anymore and it's been torn apart. I would still use it if she didn't give me this 'bikini'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hana gave me a 2K @Cash card but she lied to meeee! During my outing with them, they told me the shop owner gave me the Gray Fullbuster and 2K @Cash card, making me think that the shop owner was kind yet weird. I was fooled for two days only until they told me the truth! Damn them but I love them sooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seriously, I think this year's best present is the Gray Fullbuster card. Reiki isn't really close to me but she was willing to spend money on me. I thank you, even if you won't see this. Thank you for treating me Baskin Robbins ice-cream, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekdug8nQK4U/TfzY9hIJgJI/AAAAAAAABvc/HNOThaHQbiM/s1600/P6110013%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619604986427703442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekdug8nQK4U/TfzY9hIJgJI/AAAAAAAABvc/HNOThaHQbiM/s320/P6110013%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My birthday brownie cake. Thank you, my aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm out of ideas lately. I can't draw anything, write anything, or think anything. I am only 16 and I'm already feeling so oldddddd. Blargh, I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I named this post after Daesung's single. Probably because I was listening to it when I wrote this post. Now that make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daesung recently got into a car accident and the other person died. I don't know what are the recent news but a friend told me that Daesung was innocent while the victim was actually drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daesung deserve much more than what he has now. He has a wonderful voice and I personally think he beats Taeyang. Yes, he's waaaaaay better than Taeyang. That's why I think it's unfair for him to sing just 20 seconds in Big Bang's song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfdL5eUZtzg/TfzdkTuPQxI/AAAAAAAABv0/Y2gRygSIuhQ/s1600/ds2011bigshowmakingbookCAMAFL3J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619610050890777362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfdL5eUZtzg/TfzdkTuPQxI/AAAAAAAABv0/Y2gRygSIuhQ/s320/ds2011bigshowmakingbookCAMAFL3J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; look, Daesung is so handsome while Taeyang is so blurry. I didn't notice him before I uploaded it, TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna be a forgotten memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2714201957383304336?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2714201957383304336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2714201957383304336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2714201957383304336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2714201957383304336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-dont-cry.html' title='Baby, Don&apos;t Cry.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnq4Co1MHm4/TfzWDdGZVLI/AAAAAAAABvU/GvvH-TR08gE/s72-c/P6130020%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-8618482186653708095</id><published>2011-06-12T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:48:15.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, two weeks of holiday is coming near to and end there's nothing no one can do about. Time to put on our uniforms, wake up damn early and go to school. I hate this feeling, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I was at primary school, I really HATED to go back to school. I feel like crying the night before school and wished I could turn back time. My mom would wake up the next day and I wished for the next holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Things got better during secondary, probably because secondary life isn't as hard as primary. And there are my friends too. But I see my friends a lot during holidays, so it doesn't make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blargh, I haven't felt like this for such a long time. That's the way of life. The things I would miss most are sleeping late and waking up late, playing the computer, and AuditionSEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. I was quite happy, I guess. It's been a while since I blown candles on a cake. But it's not actually cake, it's brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My mother was out so my aunts came over. One of my aunts wanted to treat me dinner but I didn't want to go, I wanted to spend my last moment with my computer. Haha, I'm so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But she mentioned Secret Recipe and I love the lasagna there so I agreed. Then, she said she wanted to buy a cake. I didn't want to buy because I was afraid my taste wouldn't suit them. And I don't really need a cake for every birthday of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But she likes brownies so I agreed. Basically, I'm just following her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In America, the 16th birthday seems like a HUGE thing. But for me, it's just another day. In fact, normally my birthday marks the ending of the two week holiday. So it's kinda sad, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll post more about my birthday next week. Buais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-8618482186653708095?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8618482186653708095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=8618482186653708095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8618482186653708095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8618482186653708095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/06/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-6719084081686968922</id><published>2011-06-06T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:42:56.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>-VSP-Club's Getting Bigger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhWc-Zr8Y5o/Tewue5alxlI/AAAAAAAABvE/f1SfHcIZ4Xc/s1600/2011_6_3_10.24.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-VSP-Club ftw. ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909403966553138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xBwolNALRQ/TewqWpVtPDI/AAAAAAAABu0/pVD1KY5_IDk/s320/2011_6_6_0.16.20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the holidays and it was I guess, Mesha or Flake's idea to recruit new members. Since we can Audi almost everyday, so I think it's okay. Plus, the only active members are three of us only, we wanted new members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The recruiting lasted for three days, all in Free 2. Total members recruiting are, I don't know I have no idea how many. Somehow, we attract stiffys and novices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At first, we wanted to test their luck. The person who is interested to join VSP has to pick either me, Mesha or Flake. If they pick Mesha, they'll have to play CC4, Flake - CC8, me - Freestyle/Crazy Freestyle. But somehow the people don't get the idea or straight away asked for our requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the end, we just gave them the three choices, and test them. My requirement was less popular, and some didn't know the shortform of freestyle, fs. Sad die. Most popular I guess it's CC4. Still there are some who go for CC8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Along the recruiting session, we made new friends and meet stupid people. I had made a conclusion that people who wanted to join FAMs can't respond properly. Whenever we ask them something, they can't respond, give random answers, or has really slow reaction. It's hitting my nerve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Still, it was fun. Some joined us for the fun of being in a FAM, some were just greedy for positions. There was more than once we wanted to kick new members we just recruited because they were so serious in game and we just don't like them LOL. We're so bad. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89Op8QhEhF4/TewtzLVcZDI/AAAAAAAABu8/MJOvMFDglsg/s1600/2011_6_6_0.15.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913192663475250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89Op8QhEhF4/TewtzLVcZDI/AAAAAAAABu8/MJOvMFDglsg/s320/2011_6_6_0.15.43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the new members. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiG0SsfySi4/TewuquGYl1I/AAAAAAAABvM/vXk9t945geE/s1600/2011_6_3_10.24.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614914146888357714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiG0SsfySi4/TewuquGYl1I/AAAAAAAABvM/vXk9t945geE/s320/2011_6_3_10.24.54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, LONG LIVE -VSP-Club ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to see TDS Competition Final today. I have a feeling everyone passed semi-finals. No, it's because I saw a good message on Facebook. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This year, a lot of people will root for Dua Space contestant and I hope we get to snatch some places back this year too. Now that I think of it, it's been a year after my failure, but it's okay. I got the experience not all get to experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please, don't let things go wrong today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-6719084081686968922?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6719084081686968922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=6719084081686968922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6719084081686968922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6719084081686968922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/06/vsp-clubs-getting-bigger.html' title='-VSP-Club&apos;s Getting Bigger.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xBwolNALRQ/TewqWpVtPDI/AAAAAAAABu0/pVD1KY5_IDk/s72-c/2011_6_6_0.16.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4850957662457317155</id><published>2011-05-30T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:52:16.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Pointe Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>False Excitement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I feel kinda sad when shoujo manga don't attract my attention as much as last time. In fact, I get more excited when Fairy Tail or Magico is updated. And they're both shounen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612530037527503122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNVS1lpR8QI/TeO2VSoJYRI/AAAAAAAABuA/7uFZ2bM8RBk/s320/magico-2127433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magico, my new favourite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I only read like, three shounen manga but I think reading anything other than romance could be nice. The epic battling scene, how the artist draw really hard fighting moves amazes me. But then if there is romance, it will be a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And seriously, it's very hard to search for good shoujo manga nowadays. All I can find on the websites are genderbender (yuck), yaoi (let's not talk about it), plently of shounen and I don't like manhwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can call me picky when I'm reading manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ugh, how should I say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anak Malaysia rehearsals are cancelled and postponed till April, which is next year. Of course, I was disappointed because I was really looking forward to be performing on stage. And since I'm 17 next year and facing SPM, I don't think I have the free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gah, I got excited over nothing. I told some of my friends about the false news and it feels so embarrassing. I told my father and wanted him to come back to watch me, and now it's all gone. But it's okay, I still have the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What pissed me off is nobody told me it was cancelled until I reached there and notice nobody was there. I waited there for a few minutes, wondering how could no one could be there. I'm thankful that there was a little girl there who told me that the rehearsals was cancelled. Thank you, little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stupid, how idiotic can this situation be? I called one of my teachers and she was surprised I wasn't informed. I didn't want to blame her because the news was given on Saturday, the day I performed at some place. I thought maybe I wasn't paying attention or something but I was clear I haven't heard a single word of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, I was told someone was supposed to inform me. To hell, he will go for not informing me such important thing. Causing me to waste my time, the car's fuel and my mother's energy. Bah, I never could stand him in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Played Audition. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, my cute little sister managed to play with me and I'm really grateful she's willing to spend time with me. Seeing EARTHx3 was a bonus, as all of us wanted to know the reason of his disappearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The next day, met a new person and had a great time. Though, I was being bullied all the time ;sob. Fun times, fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vSSvHG-1Do/TePI-GH1VGI/AAAAAAAABuI/wq7yea3B3ko/s1600/2011_5_30_12.42.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612550529754682466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vSSvHG-1Do/TePI-GH1VGI/AAAAAAAABuI/wq7yea3B3ko/s320/2011_5_30_12.42.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qQkAkAeV94/TePJ3S1qLOI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DulTJfkHjfI/s1600/6e20e0d5e5c0fbaefea1227a91e8fec7_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612551512420658402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qQkAkAeV94/TePJ3S1qLOI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DulTJfkHjfI/s320/6e20e0d5e5c0fbaefea1227a91e8fec7_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanted to post T.O.P but Bommie caught my attention first ;shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BIGBANG 2NE1 YGFAMILY YEAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4850957662457317155?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4850957662457317155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4850957662457317155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4850957662457317155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4850957662457317155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/05/false-excitement.html' title='False Excitement.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNVS1lpR8QI/TeO2VSoJYRI/AAAAAAAABuA/7uFZ2bM8RBk/s72-c/magico-2127433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-7400299280209611640</id><published>2011-05-22T15:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:42:44.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Pointe Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>21th of May - Wedding Bells Rings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27NGg29_gk/TdjFYMcwknI/AAAAAAAABtg/ykxJqOv1J4o/s1600/P5210560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609450355339334258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27NGg29_gk/TdjFYMcwknI/AAAAAAAABtg/ykxJqOv1J4o/s320/P5210560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see, I'm in the middle of my school mid term exam and I'm still going down to Malacca, and rushing back home the next day just to attend my cousin's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It isn't the first cousin of mine to get married but he is the second. It is big for my mother's family, because he was the eldest among all cousin who shares my mother's surname. Then, who wouldn't get excited by just hearing a wedding is going to happen? Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had never attended a wedding of someone I know. In my whole recent life, I think I attended two weddings of strangers. I don't know how I got there, but I was just there looking at the dress the bride was wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My family were of course were very excited about the wedding, but I think they're more excited about the clothes they're wearing at the dinner. My mother and her sisters keep going shopping, choosing dresses and skirts, LOL. At least they're having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the day of the wedding, we waited for my cousin to fetch his bride from Muar to his home. Gosh, she was pweetay, I tell you, pweeeeetay. We then head over to my cousin's new house and the ceremony begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTqB6xXJEOQ/TdjHCloEnbI/AAAAAAAABto/Zc2xffR8-ow/s1600/P5210547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609452183163805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTqB6xXJEOQ/TdjHCloEnbI/AAAAAAAABto/Zc2xffR8-ow/s320/P5210547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was the tea ceremony and angpau giving thingy, and YAY lunch I was damn hungry. There were lots of flies, but everyone ate anyway. I was hungryyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was only at the evening the wedding dinner began. It was held at MITC, something like a convention hall. Everything was decorated beautifully and the place was quite huge. I liked everything before people started pouring in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609456819592712546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIbdYRZmGxM/TdjLQdq3UWI/AAAAAAAABtw/YwdNVl2fJik/s320/P5210590.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Helium balloons ! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We were the family of the bridegroom and we had work to do. I was assigned to guide the guests to their tables but I did nothing at all. I was afraid of approaching the guests so I was just standing there looking at the paper of the seats. Standing until my heels are sore. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the hall was packed until my family didn't have seats. The dinner began and there were singers singing for hours and hours and hours. The people weren't really happy because they couldn't feel the aircon. And damn, the speakers were loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Basically, it was hours of singers singing, children playing with helium balloons, girls and boys taking photos, adults waiting for food, and everyone chatting. Quite boring, but it was a wedding dinner of my cousin, so I'm not going to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609459142534740418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e08T9UrVdz8/TdjNXrTZucI/AAAAAAAABt4/3y0g5rZ3KJE/s320/P5210648.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANDANDANDAN ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whole thing ended at 11 and boy were we tired. My brother just dropped on the sofa and dozed off when we came home. Ahh, I didn't been to my aunt's house this trip because we were just too tired to drive the car there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day, we went back to Selangor early in the morning. And I completed my Japanese Beginner lessons. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday we were, I guess you could say 'tricked' by one of the teachers in my studio to attend an audition for Anak Malaysia. More like, we didn't know it was an audition. We thought it was a talk given by the founders of Dua Space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anak Malaysia was a production by Dua Space and it was successful. I enjoyed the whole thing, in fact I was moved to tears. It was about how the China people moved to Malaysia and lived their lives. Touching, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few of my friends performed in that production before and they do want perform again. Since we're already in the audition so I decided to give it go. Besides, I don't want to look like not trying at all in front of the owners of my dance studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The main thing about this audition is they wanted to find main dancers for Anak Malaysia. Main dancers means dancing the exact same moves as the professionals, not dancers who don't really have a main role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the audition, they gave us a timetable for who are interested to join the production. Boy, it was packed, and it was during the June holidays. Dancing from morning till night, I thought if I did made it, I won't have time to play the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But after talking to my mother about the auditions, I wanted to join Anak Malaysia even more. Even if I didn't get to be the main dancers, I wanted to perform on stage. But she said she wouldn't allow me if I didn't get to be the main dancer, bleh that isn't the spirit! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Wednesday, the results were out but a teacher told me I was in. Oh, you don't how happy I was inside. But I didn't wanted to go cheering because I didn't know who else made it, and who didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I always told myself to never get too confident, because it bought me down so many times. Deep down I wish I could be a main dancer but I just thought I shouldn't be thinking so much. Being in Anak Malaysia means so much to meeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everyday I look forward for the practice, even though I won't get to touch the computer so often and I won't be free for many days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But then ! I don't want to get so confident, LOL! What if I couldn't made up to their expectations and got kicked out? For me, the owners of Dua Space, who also are dancers are like people who are way out of our league. We can never compare with them as their like superiors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We'll see. If everything goes fine, I will be performing on stage. Wow, I'm so exicted already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The smell of ink rosed into my nostrils as I lowered my head on the table. My eyes flickered from the paper in front of me, to the watch on my wrist, and to the clock on the wall. I get paranoid when a teacher stand beside me for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The grip of my hand on the pen gets tighter when the clock strikes the last minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you have the symptoms stated above like me, I'm sorry but to tell you that you're facing something horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-7400299280209611640?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7400299280209611640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=7400299280209611640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7400299280209611640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/7400299280209611640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/05/21th-of-may-wedding-bells-rings.html' title='21th of May - Wedding Bells Rings.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27NGg29_gk/TdjFYMcwknI/AAAAAAAABtg/ykxJqOv1J4o/s72-c/P5210560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-630933416795031422</id><published>2011-05-14T15:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:31:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thwee Weeekes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I has spelling problemu. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One week of examination has passed and there are two more weeks to go. I guess everything was okay. Don't ask anymore ;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to keep things short so. Last Sunday was Mother's Day and I love my mother like always. Though I did did something for her. It was also the day I father left for the airport and off to work, again. I miss you, daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyZR293fYmE/Tc490c6mOMI/AAAAAAAABtA/bw5bVes8qCQ/s1600/227238_1930060563933_1014781355_2269087_5379034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606486557447305410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyZR293fYmE/Tc490c6mOMI/AAAAAAAABtA/bw5bVes8qCQ/s320/227238_1930060563933_1014781355_2269087_5379034_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am tired. Exhausted. I want to sleep for like eight or ten hours but now I think I can only sleep for six hours. Oh, six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next week there are only three days of examination because Tuesday is public holiday and I have no idea why they want to test our PJK knowledge on that Monday. Nobody studies for that subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HOLIDAAAAAY. I'm looking forward to it, badly. Three weeks of examination is pure torture, I tell you. I think I'm going crazy, but my brain isn't sensitive enough to trigger my panic senses. What am I saying. Ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CHYUU CHYUU AIEYA AIEEYA AH AH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMTdHn3BtqI/Tc6ZXYw5cSI/AAAAAAAABtQ/8e_4liWYRWg/s1600/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606587213186429218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMTdHn3BtqI/Tc6ZXYw5cSI/AAAAAAAABtQ/8e_4liWYRWg/s320/asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MADORYOSHIKA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh, I feel like giving up in everything. Everything is just so hard and I don't have anything I am good, either. But that's just how life is. You try, you get hurt, you try again, you get hurt again - suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dancing. I guess I already lost hope in that kind of career. So what if I'm tall and slim? I have the wrong postures and am weak. Besides, you need real lucky luck to excel in dance at Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;;boo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;524 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-630933416795031422?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/630933416795031422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=630933416795031422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/630933416795031422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/630933416795031422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/05/thwee-weeekes.html' title='Thwee Weeekes.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyZR293fYmE/Tc490c6mOMI/AAAAAAAABtA/bw5bVes8qCQ/s72-c/227238_1930060563933_1014781355_2269087_5379034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2246350152598461860</id><published>2011-05-01T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:52:32.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of May - Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lalala, we're lucky to get Labour Day on a Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone who's working, you may take a break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Miko, Mesha's sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, it's already May and my school will have their mid-year exam on this month. I'm fine with that, really. It happens all year, so it's really expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BUT THREE WEEKS CONTINOUSLY LOOKING AT EXAM PAPERS? And this also applies to all Forms according to our school's diary. How can we have an examination for so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I understand from Form 4 onwards, we'll have maximum eleven subjects, plus the useless ones like Sivik and PJK. So, I guess it's reasonable to take such a long time if we only take one subject per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But Form 1 to Form 3 there are only eight subjects to study, how can they take three weeks? Well, I'm already Form 4 so I'll just ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Exam, means study. For my whole life, I only studied once, and that was before PMR. Now there's only one week before the big exam and I''m still blogging, watching Angel Beats!, playing AuditionSEA and listening to Daesung's smexy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you a good news first! For such a long time, I have never experience a lag-free game in Audition. Since getting Audition files from my lovely friend SW, using the smooth internet of my cousin's house, and playing it on my dear daddy's laptop, I FELT LIKE FLYING TO HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The screen never freezes, dancing in-sync with other players, my chat was never slower, and I can finally play BRBP! I know SW wants to play Club, but she was smart to know that money come first. My son, I'm forever grateful to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3aQMkeOh9o/Tbzv5zdaVzI/AAAAAAAABsw/oNT8_nRav3M/s1600/2011_4_30_18.7.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615812887205682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3aQMkeOh9o/Tbzv5zdaVzI/AAAAAAAABsw/oNT8_nRav3M/s320/2011_4_30_18.7.3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But because I'm not used to playing Audition on a laptop, I guess I'm struggling a bit. AND I CAN'T 8K, WHUT THE FLOWER Oh Hanamiru Minori, I love you. ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know that you have to press FN + 789/UIO/JKL but WHERE THE HECK is the numlock key on my father's laptop LOL? I googled and tried pressing random keys but I just can't activate/deactivate the damn numlock. BLARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I'm just grateful I'm experience this game smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm now in Malacca, and happy to be with my family members over there. We're going to have a dinner tonight and I just happy being here. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Angel Beats! is an amazing anime about, I don't know to say it. I haven't finish the anime but I'll just say, have an ambition and try your real best to accomplish it before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Congratulations to Prince William and Princess Kate! May both of you live together happily but I think the road ahead is a bumpy ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RANDOM ! Nal ddara haebwayo Nal ddara haebwayo Nal ddara haebwayo Ireoke~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2246350152598461860?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2246350152598461860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2246350152598461860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2246350152598461860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2246350152598461860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/05/1st-of-may-labour-day.html' title='1st of May - Labour Day'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3aQMkeOh9o/Tbzv5zdaVzI/AAAAAAAABsw/oNT8_nRav3M/s72-c/2011_4_30_18.7.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1110343057697345406</id><published>2011-04-24T15:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:38:03.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Pointe Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>面白い.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;means interesting in Japanese. It is pronounced as 'omoshiroii'. I guess Chinese readers would read it as 'noodles white something unknown', HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I used interesting as a title. Maybe because I can only think interesting things in my head now. Heh, l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;et's get to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It happened on the 22th of April, which is Easter Day and also Earth Day. I didn't celebrate any of the events, but I was at school studying. Isn't it supposed to be a public holiday, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;School was about to dismiss and our teacher left us in groups to think of ideas for an essay. Then, my friend told me to look out the window. Guess what we saw? A small, black cobra disturbed by two birds, at the field of the primary school beside us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599062171276990338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_uZq52Sz38/TbPdYTJK14I/AAAAAAAABsg/pTlppBG48ms/s320/Black%2BSpitting%2BCobra_James%2BGradwell_Bushmans%2BKloof.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was something like this, except smaller and less shiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everyone did the usual reaction - left their tables and gather at the window. After telling the teacher about the situation, she left to call for help. Meanwhile, everyone was pushing around to catch a glimpse of the cobra while it gets closer to our cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I couldn't really see what happened when the cobra was only a few metres away from our classroom, but I know some boys poured water on the cobra, and causing it to come closer. The girls panicked, of course. Luckily, help came right about at that moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the workers of our school came with a stick in his hand and climbed over the fence. He striked the cobra but missed and it scrambled to our school's side. With a parang in our teacher's hand, she hesitated to kill and unfortunately let the cobra got away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They continued the search and our class was out of control, haha. I went out of class and got into my friends' class. Damn, they were having a farewell party for their practical teachers with food. I managed to have a cup of Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for the drink and warning me of my teacher's arrival back at my class plus getting rid of the evidence I was there, LOL. I miss being with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That day's night was also special, because I went to bed early for a useless school day on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;17th of April was one of the days dance masters Anthony Meh and Aman Yap from Dua Space Studio performed 'TWO' at KLPac. The difference was I was there on that specific day. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599057659719582850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkG9K0D60k0/TbPZRsSEBII/AAAAAAAABsY/6LeiA7L1UWM/s320/a3-postera-op-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is the same production that both of them performed 13 years ago and I'm not really sure why they wanted to do it again. Teacher Meh(that's how we students call him) was also absent from stages for six years and decided to dance this piece again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I saw them perform when I was less than 10 years old, and I thought it'll be great to see them dance again. Plus, the ticket is cheap for Dua Space students. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not really sure what's the synopsis of the production but here's what I think they're trying to say : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everyone started their life as innocent and unstained humans. As we grow, we experience things like love, fear and pressure. During the process, we won't be as innocent as before, thus we aren't pure as white anymore. Then, the time will come when we must bear the responsibility of raising the new generation and in the end, we will cross to the other side. The whole cycle will then repeat itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was in confusion in the middle of the performance but I think got the idea at the end. The whole performance was so beautiful that I even cried in the end. Not only their dancing was great, their acting was also wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can't ask why someone is alone. I think that no one wants to be drifted away from other people's presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;More like, why is people drifting away from that person? And why other people doesn't seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599063608732272450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NL7-o6etTV8/TbPer-FNx0I/AAAAAAAABso/hHcjw91_sow/s320/boat_water.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1110343057697345406?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1110343057697345406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1110343057697345406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1110343057697345406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1110343057697345406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='面白い.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_uZq52Sz38/TbPdYTJK14I/AAAAAAAABsg/pTlppBG48ms/s72-c/Black%2BSpitting%2BCobra_James%2BGradwell_Bushmans%2BKloof.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-8246617089410319217</id><published>2011-04-03T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:38:33.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Smoke-filled Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On how I said how special my week was in the previous post, I wish I hadn't said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the Sunday when I said I don't know what would happen, my grandmother passed away due to organ failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside and out of the house, there was the scent of burning. Either it came from the burning of jossticks, or the burning of cigarettes, it was eye-stinging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chants were always heard and everyone was only in one of the two colours, white or black.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People were always swarming in and out of the house, paying their last respect to the mother of eleven, grandmother of many. There she lay peacefully, finally free from the torture of her old aged body. I think she would be happy to unite with my grandfather up there, too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tears were shed, our hearts all carried a heavy stone while we accept the fact that she had left us. But strangely, the mood wasn't entirely gloomy. Laughs were still constantly heard, but that doesn't mean we weren't bothered by her departure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bare foot, we were. The feeling of rocks and sement under my feet, it doesn't affect me at all. Even if it did, I didn't want to wear my pink slippers, which immediately took notice when I arrived my hometown. Like I said, there were only two colours to wear, and I was white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Three days I was absent from the seat in my school, chanting, praying and burning, hoping to give my grandmother a better life in the other realm. Always we were staying up late and getting up early for tomorrow's prayer. I know I never complained, because it's the very best I can do before she completely leaves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt guilty, when I was lying on the bed they moved the coffin to her grave, which was right beside to my grandfather's. All thanks to period pain, I apologized many times silently to the air.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was over. She was under the earth, but her spirits high in the skies. We can no longer call my it as 'Grandmother's house', but 'Uncle's house' or '187', the number of the house my grandmother once lived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since my mother lost both of her parents, and they were the only reason to return to my hometown, I still wish to return there. It's great going there, meeting up with my family. Probably I was borned in Malacca, I'm fond with that place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, after my grandmother's funeral, I was greeted with piles of homework when I finally returned to school. How kind of the teachers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;時間がありません!&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-8246617089410319217?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8246617089410319217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=8246617089410319217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8246617089410319217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8246617089410319217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/04/smoke-filled-days.html' title='Smoke-filled Days.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5808147378843146515</id><published>2011-03-27T00:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:21:46.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Second Last Week of March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why don't you just disappear into thin air already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, what a week. I would say it's a little special than other weeks but I guess no one really cares about it. Lalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It came to me and definitely surprised me. I caught a flu. I just recovered from one not long ago and already I'm infected? Aww, that just sucks so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGaJoVDs1-E/TY4TVeI6GsI/AAAAAAAABq4/39DbFQn_2-M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588425447201970882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGaJoVDs1-E/TY4TVeI6GsI/AAAAAAAABq4/39DbFQn_2-M/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woah, I was really in a bad mood on Wednesday and feeling a little sick, so I decided to skip everything that day. And Wednesday is the busiest day of the week. I feel so guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was lucky because there wasn't much teaching that day, because of the SPM-results-giving-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After a day's rest, I felt better and continue going to school. I guess my virus did spread some love and some innocent victims received it. Although there are also other sick patients other than me in my class. I still feel guilty. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBgG-II8UdI/TY4Uy9fATCI/AAAAAAAABrI/FoK12_Nc6zY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588427053343984674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBgG-II8UdI/TY4Uy9fATCI/AAAAAAAABrI/FoK12_Nc6zY/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone please get well soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was Tuesday when me and Hana went to grab lunch before our school activities begin. It rained from morning to the afternoon and never stopped. It still drizzling after we ordered our food and waiting for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, I noticed a girl holding a customer's plate of food. She was doing her job - finding her way to serve the customer. But she walked under the rain. Step by step, she steadily walked, letting the food drenched by the water from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was like, whatthehellifi'mthecustomeri'mnotgoingtoeatthatpaymebaaack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NadjjoUOU0I/TY4WDy6sZhI/AAAAAAAABrQ/4HI_3-TTmAI/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588428442076734994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NadjjoUOU0I/TY4WDy6sZhI/AAAAAAAABrQ/4HI_3-TTmAI/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My phone's camera broke. I don't take pictures so often nowadays but it's getting annoying, thinking that if I suddenly saw T.O.P walking down the streets and I have no digital camera by my side, I'll just have to stare at him, remembering his face in my mind only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The screen doesn't show anything but yellow, blue and grey lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maybe I should just bring a digital camera where ever I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQavFJQvxZk/TY4YjnquRzI/AAAAAAAABrY/dODyGKxx6Bw/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588431187836028722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQavFJQvxZk/TY4YjnquRzI/AAAAAAAABrY/dODyGKxx6Bw/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Friday, any students who never attended a single sports practice is punished by running the field for five laps. It was like the whole school was participating a marathon at a really small field, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For the first time ever, the school decided to punish us. Over the years, even if we didn't show up for practice, we never get punished, we only got threats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, in the end, we wasted two periods and dirtying our shoe. I thought it was fun. And I'd rather run five laps than going for a two hour practice once a week. That's wasting time, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyEDMwpBKEc/TY4Z1wKNOeI/AAAAAAAABrg/ozNnbqDUlx8/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588432598864837090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyEDMwpBKEc/TY4Z1wKNOeI/AAAAAAAABrg/ozNnbqDUlx8/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was once again Earth Hour and it landed on my special week, lol. Unlike two previous years, my family only switched off the lights. Normally, we'll just shut the whole house down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's because my mother wanted to see celebrity Wang Lee Hom on TV. My cousin in Malacca is also the same. Most of the girls are doing the same. Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lIzY3l6_8o/TY4dNRQQBkI/AAAAAAAABro/8sXb-bqRdL4/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588436301420430914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lIzY3l6_8o/TY4dNRQQBkI/AAAAAAAABro/8sXb-bqRdL4/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snatched a lot of awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately, I'm crazily in love with Vocaloid Hatsune Miku song, Rolling Girl. However, I prefer dubs from real people and that person happen to be Akiakane. Not only she sang the cover of Rolling Girl, she created the song and drew the illustration of the PV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That PV created tears in my eye. It was epic. It was intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess Akiakane did a lot better than Miku because she knows how she wants the song to be and sang it with her whole heart. When she screams in high notes, it sends chills down to my spine, in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sunday is not over yet so I can't say anything about it. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;REALLY, I want to be a shoujo heroine in a shoujo manga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Those girls seem to have easy life, not dealing with heaps of homework. The only main problem they deal with is love matters. And I'm not even allowed to date a guy, HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Plus, they got handsome and cool guys around them. Not only they have great looking faces, they're kind and considerate to the girls. It's just so unfair for people like us in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Or maybe in a shounen manga, I could be a magician or a choosen warrior to save the world. That's still so much better than sitting for an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BSHowNJFS4/TY4f_TbrB2I/AAAAAAAABsA/fCTpvrrAr0E/s1600/gb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588439360021923682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BSHowNJFS4/TY4f_TbrB2I/AAAAAAAABsA/fCTpvrrAr0E/s320/gb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-5808147378843146515?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5808147378843146515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=5808147378843146515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5808147378843146515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5808147378843146515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-last-week-of-march.html' title='Second Last Week of March.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGaJoVDs1-E/TY4TVeI6GsI/AAAAAAAABq4/39DbFQn_2-M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-6314001565591926788</id><published>2011-03-16T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:03:58.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>15th of March - Freedom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holidays started a few days back and my table is piled homework, books and dictionaries. Took half an hour to clear them off, put them to one side, and ignored them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was three years ago I stepped into the clinic and waited for my first appointment. After my name was called, I entered the room and made myself comfortable on the dentist chair. Then, I made a 'friend' that was going to be with me, and help me for a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Braces. I wanted to wear them, but also in some kind of way forced to stuck them into my mouth. Nahh, I really wanted to fix my horrible teeth. I didn't gave any name to my new friend, if you're wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, the pain, the agony of wearing braces. After the first few appointments, you can't chew at all. It is like you're a baby again with no teeth. Once you wore them, there's no turning back. You're going to be stuck with it for a few years. I must tell you, while I was wearing braces, I forget the feeling of NOT wearing braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Normally, the whole thing takes about two years. Probably because of my REALLY crooked teeth(and maybe I didn't really take of them), it extended to three years and a half. After two years of visiting the orthodontist, every extra visit made me nervous, a little bit impatient to take them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584714188683176354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdy3o9yJPy0/TYDj9yyLaaI/AAAAAAAABqg/oB_v4GI5iK4/s320/P3160595.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I KNOW RIGHT. (This is what my teeth looked before.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I kept wondering, &lt;em&gt;When the hell am I taking the braces out? Why can't I take the braces out? My teeth is so much neater than before, why doesn't the doctor just freakin' take it out?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had always had high hope that every visit was going to be my last but it clearly it wasn't. I learned not to expect so much but just go sit there and let the doctor do things in my mouth, what I shall never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had asked the doctor when I was taking off my 'friend' before and lies, lies, lies. I kept waiting and waiting, until I got bored to even care. My mother comforted me that the doctor wanted my teeth to be perfect, thus delaying taking them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once again, I lay on the dentist chair in the orthodontist clinic that I'd been for three years. But yesterday, it was different. Every visit, I had to bring back home my 'friend'. Yesterday, it left my mouth, stayed at the clinic, and never bothered to come along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, I still have to head back for check-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It felt strange. Every time I used my tongue to touch my teeth, it was smooth and there was no friction against my tongue. Couldn't feel any wire or bracket, just normal teeth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfDEotYWtzc/TYDlfJGcBVI/AAAAAAAABqo/38LgerMgKxA/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BP3160599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715861121041746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfDEotYWtzc/TYDlfJGcBVI/AAAAAAAABqo/38LgerMgKxA/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BP3160599.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was meant to be shared among my family, but oh well, it is my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It still feels weird, but I'll get used to it. I think people around me will feel the same way too. Just like how I'll get used to seeing my friend's new glasses. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going to the same orthodontist clinic for three years, I still have no idea what tool they used on me and what is their function. I know there's one that sucks up your saliva ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, humans are easier observe so here's what I learn from seeing the same people after three years being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doctor (Dr.Lee)&lt;/strong&gt; - Definitely a perfectionist. During the last few visits, he keep praising about my teeth. But the strange thing was, he won't take the braces off! Even the nurses asked why I wore them for so long. He wanted them to be so perfect until I got frustrated waiting. But it's for my own good so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He seems impatient. He talks really fast and he can't say the same word one time. Example, say 'bite'. He would say, 'bite bite bite'. When he's working on patient's mouth, he's rough and sometimes my mouth hurt more than my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you Dr.Lee for fixing my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; - She is really kind. With her soft voice, I never feel afraid or nervous around her. During my first visit, I liked her instantly. She was also the only one who can remember my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for remembering my name and pronouncing it correctly while other staffs keep getting it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nurses&lt;/strong&gt; - Do you call them that? They're all girls so I guess it's okay. It was only recently there are new trainees using their unexperience hands on patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm always scared when a trainee do something with my teeth. I would relax when there seniors are supervising but if they're gone, I'll panic inside. The trainees are also more afraid of hurting the patients so they're normally gentle, saying 'Sorry sorry sorry' even when they never really hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for doing whatever it is good for my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you, my parents for everything. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-6314001565591926788?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6314001565591926788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=6314001565591926788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6314001565591926788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6314001565591926788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/03/15th-of-march-freedom.html' title='15th of March - Freedom.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdy3o9yJPy0/TYDj9yyLaaI/AAAAAAAABqg/oB_v4GI5iK4/s72-c/P3160595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2608400210997163407</id><published>2011-03-05T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:09:15.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexisting Teacher Students Want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or maybe a teacher that I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My school's monthly test just ended. Like always, I wasn't really prepared for it and I can say I already failed a subject. I can't tell if I'll have another failed subject. Let's just hope I can realize this is bad and change my bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Teachers. They're the people for prepare us for the 'war'. Some might be kind, but there must always be the tough ones to really guide us to survival. But not all are great captains that can sail us safely across the terrible storm in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How did I came up with this post? It's kinda bad of me to actually talk about it but I'm just being honest, I seen really terrible teachers this year. I'm a little girl and I don't know what it takes to be a teacher but I'll say for sure, they disappoint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Instead of talking bad at people's back, I decided to list out what kind of teacher I want. I actually got the idea from all the teachers I'd seen, doesn't matter if their from school or outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A teacher that speaks CLEARLY and LOUDLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, maybe loud enough to be heard. Some female teachers really expect us to hear their tiny voices and when we don't, they probably get angry and raise their volume a tiny bit higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think it's really important for a teacher to speak clearly. If their voice is clear, we're sure to know what the teacher wants. If you think your voice isn't clear, just write down big words on the board and hopefully we get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When a teacher doesn't speak English clearly, I get so turned off I don't want to attend the lesson anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Oh please, speak in one language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really hate, I repeat, I really HATE when teachers mix different languages when teaching. Okay, some students might not understand the terms in one language but don't go like - english english english malay malay malay malay malay malay malay malay malay malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Especially when it's subjects like Mathematics and Science in English, I hate it when they explain in Malay. Well, since most of the teachers are Malay so I can't help it but it's freakin' English so teach it in English. The words inside the book is English so talk to us in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are times when teachers have hard time explaining in English and they go like, "Uhh, boleh saya explain dalam Bahasa Melayu?" Oh, you don't know how much I want to stand up and say a loud NO. English is really important, and now they want to change Mathematics and Science into Bahasa Melayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Sense of humour, please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some teachers are really dead serious that it's like a crime to smile. Even if you're a person that isn't a fan of jokes and funny stories, give us a smile will ya? It lightens the mood, really. Just don't smile evilly, it scares the shit out of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If a teacher uses a funny stories or jokes in class to aid us in remembering things in boring syllabus, not only we get to score in exams, we'll automatically like the teacher. Don't go overboard, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Please don't be blur, please don't be blur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello? We're students that are trying to learn so don't go blur in front of us, you'll create a whole class or blur people. Also, we're young energetic teenagers, and we can't keep up with your blurness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pay attention to your surroundings and don't simply scold us when you think we didn't do homework when you didn't notice a pile of books on your desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Be understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We're still kids and we do have a life. Think twice before giving us thousands of homework. Most of us have tuition and not all are free all the time. We might take piano lessons, violin lessons, harp lessons, trumpet lessons, cello lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Plus, you don't need to mark so much when we are done with our homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You don't need to be punctual every time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ha, you can even don't show up sometimes. But that's not really good. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Don't always change your hairstyle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You'll leave the students wondering what's your next hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Don't be too good looking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Students might look at your face but not all of them are paying attention. When class ends, they might be discussing the things you taught, or your face. KYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, that's all I can think of. Eight conditions that not everyone can do, sadly. It's just something I wish for, because now my school life is killing me. The last thing I want is them, crushing my life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to watch Black Swan with Elizabeth today. I know I'm not eighteen but we got in anyways. It was a great movie, but some scenes should not be shown to kids like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now people know how hard it is to be a ballerina, how frustrating when you can't do what you want, and bad when you can't control your inner self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2608400210997163407?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2608400210997163407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2608400210997163407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2608400210997163407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2608400210997163407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/03/unexisting-teacher-students-want.html' title='An Unexisting Teacher Students Want.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-9133576993389977463</id><published>2011-02-15T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:07:13.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>15th of February - Yipee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll follow the flow, if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now your actions are so confusing, you left me standing in the middle of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yay, it's a holiday. A great day to not go to school and just relax. Seriously, right after coming up to Form 4, your whole lifes just seem to stressed to the core. I sometimes even have thoughts of just giving up, but that doesn't seem right. I can't choose that option, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was Valentines day and it didn't really mean much since I'm a single. I rather be with my friends online or offline, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I supported my friends in the YE Club by purchasing a RM8 chocolate. It's expensive so I decided to share the expenses with another three friends. We actually wanted it delivered to my class but because we wanted to eat it at recess so we just grabbed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867210833307090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x36s8Ispp1A/TVpaslbqpdI/AAAAAAAABqQ/hG2uEBUUIQQ/s320/182404_1855366381588_1163689082_32274248_4090666_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to HCH for this photo. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what did I do on this holiday? I went to catch a movie with my family. My aunt at Malacca gave us five tickets for a either a Hong Kong Movie or the Green Hornet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We picked the Green Bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had extra two tickets so my cousin, my another aunt, and my aunt's niece came along. Squeezed into a tiny car, we went to the Curve and rushed to the cinema. It was only two minutes left when we got the tickets. My brother went to the washroom so we delayed a bit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0al6HgK91g/TVpb2FxYJmI/AAAAAAAABqY/wo4yyHFklPo/s1600/green_hornet_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573868473644754530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0al6HgK91g/TVpb2FxYJmI/AAAAAAAABqY/wo4yyHFklPo/s320/green_hornet_ver5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me, I really enjoyed the whole thing. It's exciting, action-packed and seriously funny. Even my mother who normally sleeps during a show stayed awake from the start to the end. If I'd given a chance, I don't mind watching it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only down-side of this movie is Jay Chou's horrible english. Without the subtitles, I guess I couldn't make half what he's saying. But his character that he played was what I love. A Japanese inventor and a great coffee maker! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here comes something random : I wish I get to sleep all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel guilty for not posting anything at my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I catch up animes like Fairy Tail and Kimi ni Todoke, not to mention updated mangas. I draw when I feel like it and I play AuditionSEA when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whatever I do, it's not updating my blog. So I'm sorry for myself and I'll try to think of something to post and try not to procastinate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SO LONG PEEPAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-9133576993389977463?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/9133576993389977463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=9133576993389977463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9133576993389977463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9133576993389977463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/02/15th-of-february-yipee.html' title='15th of February - Yipee.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x36s8Ispp1A/TVpaslbqpdI/AAAAAAAABqQ/hG2uEBUUIQQ/s72-c/182404_1855366381588_1163689082_32274248_4090666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-6883331230378147326</id><published>2011-02-02T12:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:38:02.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps of Audition'/><title type='text'>1st of February - Nervous Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjYjreZPqI/AAAAAAAABpQ/h42R4qTw0oc/s1600/cnyusagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568939046720847522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjYjreZPqI/AAAAAAAABpQ/h42R4qTw0oc/s320/cnyusagi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to everyone. Let's hope the year of the Rabbit will bring everyone good luck and more ang paus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even school holiday had already started a few days back, I took time to play the computer rather than updating my blog. I haven't even finish my homework. Dear, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, I know the title of this post has problem - there's no such thing called 'nervous die' - but it's basically Chinese and English mashed up together. Do we call that Malaysian English?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The reason why I'm nervous and almost dying, it's because some events. Oh, do you know this is an AuditionSEA post? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you're not interested then run along now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For the first time in my life, I joined the daily Arena Battle at AuditionSEA. You see, AuditionSEA is very unfair that they only conclude almost all modes except Beat Up, my favourite mode. Last time when they suggest the BU Arena, they even wanted us to gather an amount of fans. But in the end, we couldn't make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it's even more shocking for myself because I joined the Guitar Arena, a new mode that I don't really like. But you could say I joined it for the Fam Points. -VSP-Club FTW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess the reason I dislike Guitar Mode because I didn't really understand the instruction and played badly. But thanks to my dear friends, I finally understand and played a little better. I still dislike it, for your information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568949767538847890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjiTtolsJI/AAAAAAAABpg/sbhuHheXbK0/s320/2011_2_1_17.35.36.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During one of the rounds of Guitar Arena, you're seeing Mesha here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so nervous that I could feel my heart thumping inside me, it's like it wanted to get out of my body. Everyoned eyed at the countdown located at the top right hand side of the screen and when the time ran out, everyone pressed a button to get tickets. It would be lucky if you joined a room with someone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not good at Guitar mode. I struggle a lot. And it doesn't really help because the mode is complicated. The pressure is heavily added when you're facing tough, high leveled, *ahem*CASHY*koffkoff* opponents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was lucky that I made it to the 4th round. Off all players 58 players I ranked 51th, LOL. It wasn't a surprise that I got kicked out, so I watched my friends played instead. The final 7th round only consist 6 contestant, so sadly my friends were out too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4000 Fam Points! ;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjmNC_YZ1I/AAAAAAAABpw/13Hm2UJHsPc/s1600/2011_1_31_13.4.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568954051059017554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjmNC_YZ1I/AAAAAAAABpw/13Hm2UJHsPc/s320/2011_1_31_13.4.14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; team info. Although I wanted a BU team, but a C team is okay too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At 8PM that night, we entered the Expert Arena Battle. I hesitated at first because my Normal mode skills are just so ridiculous. And after the Guitar Arena, I think I could have a heart attack if I joined another competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But in the end I went there to gain FPs and the first round was a Crazy Freestyle Battle, which delighted me because I don't have to chance. But I ended up last and got kicked out. Only VSP's Fam Master made it to the second round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjpvr60OkI/AAAAAAAABp4/j2EI_kHOceU/s1600/2011_2_1_18.24.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568957944696158786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjpvr60OkI/AAAAAAAABp4/j2EI_kHOceU/s320/2011_2_1_18.24.29.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leveled up to Lv28 the next day. Failed once by one perfect. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, will be heading back to my hometown so I won't be able to play Audition for a few days. Gaaah, Audition. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woah, I rewatched an at least four year-old anime, Fruits Basket. I actually founded a picture of the anime while I was googling for penguins. The urge to watch it again got into me and I just did it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I'm reading the manga, because the anime doesn't show all of the twelve zodiacs plus an extra cat. It's a wonderful shoujo anime. :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-6883331230378147326?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6883331230378147326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=6883331230378147326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6883331230378147326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6883331230378147326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/02/1st-of-february-nervous-die.html' title='1st of February - Nervous Die.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TUjYjreZPqI/AAAAAAAABpQ/h42R4qTw0oc/s72-c/cnyusagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1952675861420545473</id><published>2011-01-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:56:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching You, Once Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kimi ni Todoke is back again with another new season! Fans of seeing Kuronuma Sawako struggling with friends, love and highschool life will be thrilled whenever an episode is released, like me! Each episode is sure to touch your heart, like what they did to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just want to say Kimi ni Todoke is a great anime, much better than the manga for me. At least I know what is going on and the animations are damn smooooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man, did I really deserve all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1952675861420545473?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1952675861420545473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1952675861420545473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1952675861420545473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1952675861420545473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/01/reaching-you-once-again.html' title='Reaching You, Once Again.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-3346630276668728603</id><published>2011-01-09T17:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:42:22.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Danny Choo has a habit of saying 'lovely lovely' when he introduce cute things during his show. I think it's kinda strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wow, when's the last time I introduced a manga? I don't really know and I don't bother to find out. I actually felt like doing this for many times but I was just so lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kay then, manga introduction begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First of all, Lovely Everywhere isn't a Japanese manga or a Korean manhwa. It's Taiwanese and I'm not sure if there any special term for Taiwanese manga. But either way, it is drawn by mangaka Ke Li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560125286567472034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmIfUSFa6I/AAAAAAAABn4/V-3hEa3--48/s320/lovely-everywhere-l0.jpg" /&gt; It's&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the first time reading Taiwanese manga for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tong Dan Wei(that's a girl's name) has always hoped for a pretty, dependable boyfriend. One day after she done some coffee beans shopping, she accidentally bumped into a pretty guy(Lian Xiang) while in a train. Eventually, they parted ways but Dan Wei still hopes to see him one day. Her wish was granted when she entered high school. But will he accept the Dan Wei that still looks like a elementary school kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Unlike manhwa who I think is ugly drawing, mangaka Ke Li draws almost similiar to Japanese manga style. Even though the art isn't like awesomely amazing pretty, I think it's good and enjoyable to read. Mangaka Ke Li clearly doesn't have any problem drawing. I even thought she/he improved her art in four chapters already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lovely Everywhere is really entertaining for me. It has what it takes to be a shoujo manga and the manga really made me laugh out loud. I only read four chapters but I was really satisfied. I had problems finding a good shoujo manga to read lately and this really made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now I shall introduce the lovely characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tong Dan Wei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560136050650952866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmSR3nktKI/AAAAAAAABoI/yOYxZEKidSA/s320/lovely-everywhere-1740260.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She is a 15 year old highschooler with the amazing height of 139cm. People often mistake her as a small kid but she already got used to it. Dan Wei is very independent because she works in her family coffee shop. Obviously, she likes Lian Xiang. I think she's really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lian Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560136383172387986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmSlOW3JJI/AAAAAAAABoQ/G0wa21DNR7U/s320/lovely-everywhere-1578851.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The pretty boy in this lovely manga. Xiang looks like a foreigner as his friends always describe him as one. His parents are workaholics so he lives alone. Xiang always have different girlfriends every week so basically he's a playboy. He observes girls really carefully and can easily read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhou Zi Xian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmdJTwtx7I/AAAAAAAABo4/C6gBDNwbl1Y/s1600/lovely-everywhere-15788413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560147998214571954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmdJTwtx7I/AAAAAAAABo4/C6gBDNwbl1Y/s320/lovely-everywhere-15788413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Xian was already Xiang's friend since elementary school. She's a tomboy and always wear pants. When she was younger, people thought she was a boy, even fooling her close friends, excluding Xiang. You can say she is a little short-tempered and rough, not afraid to pick a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xia Wen Kui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmdu6bti-I/AAAAAAAABpI/iq40ZI0FtQA/s1600/lovely-everywhere-15788493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560148644250618850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmdu6bti-I/AAAAAAAABpI/iq40ZI0FtQA/s320/lovely-everywhere-15788493.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kui is Xiang's friend since elementary and known Xian since they were in kindergarden. He is quite silly but also funny. He is very helpful towards his friends but sometimes play tricks on them. He is among the people who thought that Xian was a boy, so he's slow. I prefer him much more than Xiang. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gah, uploading the pictures took hours. When is the highspeed broadband coming. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, it's a nice manga for me so if you're interested you can read it at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mangafox.com"&gt;MangaFox&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mangareader.net"&gt;Mangareader&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BLURAGH I waited a whole week, staying in school miserably in a week and I didn't get an episode of Fairy Tail. Sad die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-3346630276668728603?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/3346630276668728603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=3346630276668728603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3346630276668728603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/3346630276668728603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/01/lovely-everywhere.html' title='Lovely Everywhere'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSmIfUSFa6I/AAAAAAAABn4/V-3hEa3--48/s72-c/lovely-everywhere-l0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2603687500230446317</id><published>2011-01-07T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:55:37.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>First Week of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can I really do it by myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSbCP9-QFDI/AAAAAAAABng/YBjiujFm8Gw/s1600/Alone_by_Hidden_target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559344369624945714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSbCP9-QFDI/AAAAAAAABng/YBjiujFm8Gw/s320/Alone_by_Hidden_target.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, I was quite excited to finally go back to school after three months of holiday. To see my friends, that is. But it's okay to go back there and see how much money our school wasted on decorations again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They already installed a LCD TV, what's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't be surprised to find myself landing a spot in B class, but my heart really ache when all my friends were still at A class. But at least I wasn't really alone, I had some friends over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This year, I decided to work hard on my studies. I thought I could get higher rankings in B class, heh. But on the third day staying in B class, I already begun to doubt myself. I can't do it without my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am lonely. It's not that I have no one to talk to, but no one I could really open myself to. I miss chatting with my friends, or just asking them question I don't understand. Even if I sat during the same spot in the science lab, my friends just aren't there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it feels sad when you have to raise your hand when someone says, '4B?' and all your friends aren't raising their arms with you. Even my friend said it was strange seeing me doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A and B class is actually studying in a cabin located at the field. I'm sitting near the window at the back row so it's kinda nice, looking at the grass. But when there's no one to talk to, there's the only place I could stare at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, there were former B class people in the A class requesting to change back to B. Some teachers also asked if anyone of us wanted to change class. It was normal for my friends asking me to change, but I always said I needed to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm in a dilemma. The reason I hesitated to change to A class because I have a wonderful Bahasa Melayu teacher, Pn.Thye. Without her, I couldn't score an A in my PMR. So if I had to change to A class, losing her would be the price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was on the fifth day when a student from A class asking my classmate behind me if she wanted to switch with him. That means she would be able to get into A class and he in B class. I was frozed at the spot upon hearing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And then I heard that they had to decide before the meeting - that was actually happening at the moment - was over. Hearing her agreeing to the deal and walking together away really felt like broken pieces of glass piercing into my heart all in one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That time I thought, Is it too late? Am I really going to be alone this whole year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, the school announced that they will rearrange everyone's position according to their PMR results because they received many complaints. Now everyone is complaining how our school sucks. I'm just hoping I can be with my friends once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sound so emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BLAHBLARGHBLURGHBLERHBLORH I have no free time this year! Because of my ballet lessons, I can't really attend all my tuition classes. School activities are going to start soon and I don't know if I can really handle it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2603687500230446317?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2603687500230446317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2603687500230446317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2603687500230446317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2603687500230446317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week of School.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TSbCP9-QFDI/AAAAAAAABng/YBjiujFm8Gw/s72-c/Alone_by_Hidden_target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-2510144929226349606</id><published>2011-01-01T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:31:41.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>1st of January - Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still have problem getting used to typing 2011, let alone writing. I'm so going to use so much correction tape at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yeah, 2010 is finally over and lots of people said it was a great year. I however don't really remember having any good moments. Bahh, the dancing competition affected me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I shed a lot of tears during 2010. Yeap, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, we should not dwell in the past and look forward. It will be the year of the Rabbit for the Chinese and hopefully me who has the pig as my zodiac can have great year. Getting a little superstitious, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what did I do on the first day of 2011? The answer is I went out with friends including my Australian friend who came back once a year. It was great to see her along with some primary schoolmates that I haven't seen for three years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I didn't really did anything there, lol. So I'm not going to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's talk about the future, shall we yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blurgh, new year means school is reopening soon. I will be Form Four and there will more subjects for me to handle. I hope I don't constantly procrastinate like when I was in 2010. I want to focus so hopefully I don't struggle next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just received news from my lovely cousins saying that Big Bang and 2NE1 will be having a concert at Malaysia. If you are beside right me then, you can hear me scream. I mean like finally, I can see my idols and of course, T.O.P ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;RANDOMTOPLOVE : T.O.P is good at singing, it's just that everyone knows him as a rapper, and that's sad. His latest album with G-Dragon is awesome and featured Park Bom! x] Favourite song : Oh Mom by T.O.P. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess I will be having my Advanced Foundation examination this year. Hope I just get a result that I can stand seeing. Ahh, I haven't danced for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Waiting for my next dentist appointment, I'm dying to get my braces off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whatever happens in 2011, happy or sad, it shall be revealed as I go through another 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Arg, I just remembered I can't get online as much as I can since school's starting. Darn, it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I actually wanted to post about the anime The Tower of DRUAGA, but New Year post got into my head first. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May everyone have a wonderful 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-2510144929226349606?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2510144929226349606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=2510144929226349606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2510144929226349606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/2510144929226349606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-of-january-year-2011.html' title='1st of January - Year 2011'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1115866614275818181</id><published>2010-12-26T22:27:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:12:10.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Beijing 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This trip to Beijing is my third time being in China. And just like Harbin, I went during the winter and stayed there for eight days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our trip began on the 16th of December, leaving Malaysia at 9a.m+ and on to a six hour flight. Me and my brother had lots of fun, even in the plane. After arriving at Beijing, we started our journey around China, on a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mother told me to blog about the important parts only. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16th of December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRhod8PwN3I/AAAAAAAABlY/f-cB5uLU-hE/s1600/PC160008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555305003959203698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRhod8PwN3I/AAAAAAAABlY/f-cB5uLU-hE/s320/PC160008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;irplane food sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRhrZAQgrBI/AAAAAAAABlg/jRitq04X8Sw/s1600/PC160027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555308217671658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRhrZAQgrBI/AAAAAAAABlg/jRitq04X8Sw/s320/PC160027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our bus was smaller, compared to others on the road, dunnowhy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun was setting when we finally reached Beijing. I think we had dinner first before we saw a China acrobatic show. Our tour guide said it would be interesting to watch and it was okay. You know, somersaults, super flexible people, comedy scenes. The most interesting act was five motorcyclist inside a sphere, doing dangerous stunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that night we checked into a hotel called Chang An Grand Hotel. It looks like a pretty normal hotel but I guess not everyone in our tour knows that the hotel kept a live seal. Yes, a seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmPkVH5OXI/AAAAAAAABlo/Ig4LtqE-wok/s1600/PC180247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555629469646535026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmPkVH5OXI/AAAAAAAABlo/Ig4LtqE-wok/s320/PC180247.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pityful. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f1db7055de40800" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f1db7055de40800%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332891207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39AEFD49CE9AE359C6166B9CE9C91516F8399187.C3007DF98121B21D0582F63AE78D96506053390%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f1db7055de40800%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZPSYiKMWin5zrUtL-d_2xHQ9y98&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f1db7055de40800%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332891207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39AEFD49CE9AE359C6166B9CE9C91516F8399187.C3007DF98121B21D0582F63AE78D96506053390%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f1db7055de40800%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZPSYiKMWin5zrUtL-d_2xHQ9y98&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A video of the seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17th of December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leaving the places that I don't really remember aside, we saw the building where the body of Mao Zhe Dong lays. I'm surprised that we didn't get to see his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmWRx80Y1I/AAAAAAAABlw/0YxgPMptEPU/s1600/PC170074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555636847548588882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmWRx80Y1I/AAAAAAAABlw/0YxgPMptEPU/s320/PC170074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, one of the places that you have to go when you're at Beijing is the Forbidden Palace. It was where the royalty lived and people used it to shoot dramas about ancient times, lol. But for me, it's just old looking building that all looks the same. Sorry, I don't like History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmYhxeSDEI/AAAAAAAABl4/kOQx-Nb_2mk/s1600/PC170093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555639321321671746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmYhxeSDEI/AAAAAAAABl4/kOQx-Nb_2mk/s320/PC170093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That place is huge. All I know that I had taken millions of steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had the Peking Duck that they say you have to eat when you're at Beijing for lunch and visited a museum. The museum has filled with students on a field trip and it was like, a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One thing you have to know about China people that they are - rude. They push you away if you're walking too slow, the waitresses speak in a loud volume when you're having your meal and they are not afraid to talk at your back, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the evening we visited a street that has lots of shops. And they had the, something like a train. Took photos and shopped, and waited near the Christmas tree waiting for other people. Later, we visited a shopping mall that is freaking big. My family got separated so we didn't really shopped much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again, we waited for other people in the bus. Beside the bus there was stalls selling food including, starfish, bugs, and meat. Bugs and starfish, ain't what you see everyday. My brother bought some mutton and the sell vendor just cooked squid for me without me saying OK. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmvUcRBSCI/AAAAAAAABmA/Caf08yp0T38/s1600/PC170172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555664381058041890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmvUcRBSCI/AAAAAAAABmA/Caf08yp0T38/s320/PC170172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we saw a gigantic TV on the ceiling at some place. It was beautiful, but after five seconds, nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmznLp7jhI/AAAAAAAABmI/YdiETjbYpYg/s1600/PC170179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555669101063147026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRmznLp7jhI/AAAAAAAABmI/YdiETjbYpYg/s320/PC170179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WOWgiganticTVontheceilingohokayslet'sgobye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18th of December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, there's some thing to do on the third day. We went to the one of the World's Seven Wonders - the Great Wall of China. But before that, we went to see some jade shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I managed to climb more than anyone in our tour. I don't know how to say it. Let's just say I climbed a lot that many people can't climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRm4EnetSpI/AAAAAAAABmQ/elIlPcxWQ_k/s1600/PC180197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555674004794985106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRm4EnetSpI/AAAAAAAABmQ/elIlPcxWQ_k/s320/PC180197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, we visited a place that had some kind of underground thingy, LOL. It was kinda creepy. I didn't listen to any of the tour guide's words so I don't know. Photos weren't allowed there but even it was I won't post any of them here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another great day because I got to see giant pandas! Apparently there are two types of pandas - normal pandas and Olympic panda. The only difference I could make between those two types are the Olympic ones are more active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRn64wIWX0I/AAAAAAAABmg/8yMLfTVk1fI/s1600/PC190268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555747468237758274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRn64wIWX0I/AAAAAAAABmg/8yMLfTVk1fI/s320/PC190268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Panda knows how to pose&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRn64nqf8JI/AAAAAAAABmY/yTxI7zv9YzI/s1600/PC190287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555747465965072530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRn64nqf8JI/AAAAAAAABmY/yTxI7zv9YzI/s320/PC190287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's a video I recorded of a very active panda, but it will take a long time uploading that. Or you can just watch Discovery Channel for a closer look of cleaner pandas. But anyways, this was the first time me seeing a panda and I am very grateful for this chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the tour guide took us to have a ride on a trishaw. They bought us to see the small lanes of China which the bus can't go through. It was really windy and very cold there, wonder why someone wanted to get married during this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwWYFYb6-I/AAAAAAAABmo/ccvBzixf0xA/s1600/PC190301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556340643285691362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwWYFYb6-I/AAAAAAAABmo/ccvBzixf0xA/s320/PC190301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, we went to another location where we can see the whole Forbidden Palace. After climbing the Great Wall, climbing up the hill is another hard task. Well, for the older people in our tour. Teehee. But the sun was in front and we can't really take a good picture, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our bus then head for Cheng De, a place that is more colder than Beijing. Because of the jam, we arrived late to our destination. We had another tour guide in Cheng De to guide us. Unfortunately, she thinks that we had never stayed in a hotel before and even told us how to open the hotel door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20th of December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I couldn't remember where we went on the 20th, I just know that I'm really cold. All of the tour members were glad when we took a break beside a boiling kettle, haha. Nether less, the place was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwgSndS3tI/AAAAAAAABm4/q60boiD1mp4/s1600/PC200370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556351544469937874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwgSndS3tI/AAAAAAAABm4/q60boiD1mp4/s320/PC200370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is up and which is down, I'm sure you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We visited another place in Cheng De, but I don't remember what it was. But anyways, the highlight of this day was what I thought I would hate forever - skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a bad impression with skiing because after what happened at Harbin. Skiing was like something impossible then as we couldn't even move an inch. The coaches there was mean and even called me and my cousin stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even with the bad memories, me and my brother still wanted to ski. Well, I wanted to exercise and get my body warm. We had two hours only but we made used of every single minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe how wrong I was when I actually had fun skiing over there. The coach was nice and very helpful and I finally learned how to ski. I didn't even fell down, not even once! I wished I had more time so I could ski at a higher slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwkeHvp60I/AAAAAAAABnA/ha2TRBfWBoM/s1600/PC200399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556356140161952578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwkeHvp60I/AAAAAAAABnA/ha2TRBfWBoM/s320/PC200399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whee, too bad it didn't snowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I thought I could had much for fun if the people around didn't smoke. My tour guide smokes, the bus driver smokes, a guy in our tour smokes, and my ski instructor smokes too. My mother said it's normal for China people but I don't really like people smoking. Mehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That night, we had steamboat for dinner and stayed at a resort. You could say that the ice among all of us broke that day, because one of the tour member suddenly talked to me while skiing. It was nice, because we were running around like little children at the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, the resort has hotsprings. And I bought a pair of shoes that day! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21th December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We finally went to see the Bird Nest stadium that was used during the 2008 Olympic. It was great to be there, it'll be even better if it was two years earlier. We also saw the Water Cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwwnN1YrcI/AAAAAAAABnI/jEwt7vvCe9k/s1600/PC210458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556369490554957250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRwwnN1YrcI/AAAAAAAABnI/jEwt7vvCe9k/s320/PC210458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stadium looked small from the inside, though&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then, we went to a place to get our feet soaked. People over the age of 20 were allowed to get a massage but there was one guy who was 18 got the massage, made us questioning his age, lol. After that, we went to see a theater play called 'The Legend of Kung Fu : Chun Yi'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was disappointed when my mom almost dozed off and my brother said it was boring. I thought it was a perfect performance. They had displayed amazing martial arts, a little musical, great drama, great acting and what do you know, modern contemporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The only person who understood how I felt was my father. It was really touching when Chun Yi lost his mother. To be honest, I already cried when Chun Yi had to leave his mother to learn Kung Fu. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22th of December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The tour guide told us to pray for snow because it was the second last day already. He said that because he bought us to place where the royalty would pray for snow. Other than that, I'm just following wherever the tour was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I think it was this day when we couldn't go to Tian Jin because of the smog. We then went to other places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23th of December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It was the final day and Beijing and that means leaving the cold weather and less clothing when going back to Malaysia. I'm not going to lie, I was dying to get to the airport and be back at Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;But there was a few places before we head to the airport. You know what, I'm lazy to upload photos, so read my words! We went to some place which I can't remember(again), and my feet was freeeezing to death! I thought I could get frostbite and lose my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Well, during the whole trip I didn't made any real friends. But that's good because I wouldn't miss them dreadfully when we went home. In fact, I was happy to finally not see two annoying kids at my tour. They were, I don't have words to describe them. But if you look from the outside, they're cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;We finally left Beijing and head back to Malaysia. Home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;2010 is going to end! It's a year that, sorry I can't remember anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I hope 2011 is going to be a pleasant year, unlike all the feng shui books said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Tower of DRUAGA is awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1115866614275818181?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1115866614275818181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1115866614275818181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1115866614275818181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1115866614275818181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/12/beijing-2010.html' title='Beijing 2010'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRhod8PwN3I/AAAAAAAABlY/f-cB5uLU-hE/s72-c/PC160008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-6516918906146591999</id><published>2010-12-25T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:48:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Shock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRXBlSeauBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mfBrP3TIxrY/s1600/snowflake-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554558561790113810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRXBlSeauBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mfBrP3TIxrY/s320/snowflake-christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyday I shock, SHOCK ! Mehh, I don't really like that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have returned from a holiday trip to Beijing a few days before and now I'm at my hometown. I celebrated my aunt's birthday and it was a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanted to post about my trip to Beijing but I seriously have no time. There is the uploading and the recalling and the typing that really need time. And blogging about my trip at my hometown, not really I would want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are eyes looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But hey, I did it anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I reached KLIA, my mom grabbed a free newspaper and the headline was : Best PMR in Four Years. And when she showed me the newspaper, I immediately took hold of it. My heart was racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was already late. The day the results are out is the 23th and I only arrived Malaysia almost midnight, which is Christmas eve. People already knew their result 23 hours ago and I was still at the airport, not yet even getting back our luggages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The next morning, I was panicking. I didn't want to get my results, but I already missed the big day and I had to get it sooner or later. My mother told me I HAD to get my results no matter what, and I can't stop my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My aim was 7As, and hopefully a B for Chinese. But during the second day of PMR, the dream was already crushed. The paper for Geography was hard for me and I have no confidence at Kemahiran Hidup. History was always my weakest subject and I was fearing for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because of the lack of confidence, I thought I could only get 4As. And I seriously didn't want that. My mother would be damn disappointed. Even if the results didn't come out as 7As, I wanted at least five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was pacing around the office when I head for school in the morning. The presence of the principal didn't help me either. And suspense was building because I had to wait for the staff to help the people before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When it was finally my turn, they had problems searching for my result slip. A staff member had two papers in his hand, and my destiny will be determined by one of them. My destiny determined by papers, how funny. But it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The staff member wouldn't show any hint of my results but the guy beside did. My mother caught the hint but I did not. I was already scaring myself I didn't care about anyone. I was just looking at that damn white paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, he gently slipped the paper on the table and I took it. My eyes scanned the paper. My eyes were blurred by tears. The tears were still coming as I stepped out of the gate and got into the car and head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I ran upstairs and my father who was rarely at home sat in his room using his laptop. After exchanging some words, I handed my paper to him. He said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"So you can't go to Japan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"I got 7As, why can't I go to Japan?" I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yeah, I got 7As and like my mother promised me, I can go to Japan. But because I still have SPM ahead of me I don't really want to ruin my studies. And my father told me it would be better if I went after I mastered Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How am I feeling? Great. Shocked. Didn't knew I could did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I gotta go. ;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-6516918906146591999?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6516918906146591999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=6516918906146591999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6516918906146591999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/6516918906146591999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-shock.html' title='What a Shock.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TRXBlSeauBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mfBrP3TIxrY/s72-c/snowflake-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-374205451134635205</id><published>2010-12-02T09:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:35:39.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>Decembuurr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, what do you know, it's December already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's the last month of year 2010 and it means the last month of holidays before going back to school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For your information, I am having the &lt;strong&gt;time of my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;During the holidays, without school and tuition in the way, I enjoying every second, every minute doing things I love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everyday, I got the chance to touch my darling computer, play even a little while of Audition, and read manga till I drop. Basically, I sit and stare at my computer all day even though it's bad for my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc-U06iOoI/AAAAAAAABkU/DSydyAnFYCs/s1600/2hol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545969993652517506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc-U06iOoI/AAAAAAAABkU/DSydyAnFYCs/s320/2hol1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But recently, there is a problem with my dear computer. When I turn on it, nothing will happen to the screen and the CPU will go BEEP BEEP BEEP. It happened to another computer of ours before and both times we took it to people to fix it. And both time the people had no problem turning on the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The computer I don't use much doesn't have that problem anymore but the one I'm using still do. And we have no freaking idea why. It still works but we had to give it a few try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc_ovhZFtI/AAAAAAAABkc/GzOBP5i5szI/s1600/2hol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545971435313895122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc_ovhZFtI/AAAAAAAABkc/GzOBP5i5szI/s320/2hol2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc_3jBI86I/AAAAAAAABkk/l0M-rIAX2IE/s1600/2hol3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545971689655432098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc_3jBI86I/AAAAAAAABkk/l0M-rIAX2IE/s320/2hol3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Of course, I didn't just spend my time with my computer and my bed. I had already attended three lessons of Japanese languages and I definitely had fun. And I do learn new things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Still, I struggle remembering the hiraganas but even reading a few simple words makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545973650467660850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPdBprnNJDI/AAAAAAAABks/qsrmxAupyWQ/s320/2hol4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are just hiraganas, they don't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To make sure we won't rot in chairs playing computer, my mother kinda forced me and my second brother to have morning walks with her. It is okay but I don't like waking up so early in the morning. The only day we don't have to is Sunday, because we have Japanese class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had already walked for a few weeks, I guess. I remember when we just started this routine we walked around the neighbourhood and I would go like, &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, I remember this road&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Ahh, I used to play at this playground with friends&lt;/em&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I even actually found out roads that I never walked before at my neighbourhood. As a resident of PBP, I fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPdEJbTKuaI/AAAAAAAABk0/XBtDGUMPYhg/s1600/2hol5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545976394867718562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPdEJbTKuaI/AAAAAAAABk0/XBtDGUMPYhg/s320/2hol5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides morning walks, the hours of my ballet lessons had extended. From one and a half hours, it became three hours. I had danced five hours before but this time it was three days straight. So in a week, I dance nine hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Professional dancers dance the whole day, every day, every week. This is nothing compared to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Besides dancing ballet, my awesome ballet teacher taught us more pilates and gryokinesis. All you have to know about pilates and gyrokinesis is after doing them, your whole body, every muscle, hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After every week of lessons, my body is in pain and I can't even sit down without complaining, LOL. It is like my whole body lost its strength and became jelly. Still, I enjoy every class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979986406055138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPdHae0onOI/AAAAAAAABk8/GuyppydOHiI/s320/2hol6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The things I do for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, all I have to say is that I enjoy holidays. From the end of PMR, paradise appeared before me. And I only have one more month to appreciate it. Damn, why time fly so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To all the PMR candidates next year, work damn hard for the exam and TREASURE the holiday after the exam. I mean it. The next holiday will be probably after SPM, or maybe when we're all old seniors &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and waiting to die.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt I haven't done this for a while, but that's not the main point of me blogging. I feel like introducing a new manga, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHITE DAAAAAAAAY. I have to update it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-374205451134635205?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/374205451134635205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=374205451134635205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/374205451134635205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/374205451134635205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/12/decembuurr.html' title='Decembuurr.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TPc-U06iOoI/AAAAAAAABkU/DSydyAnFYCs/s72-c/2hol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-9217269700306710957</id><published>2010-11-28T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:06:41.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAARRRGGGGHHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sound of a boomer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am in frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't attend Comic Fiesta 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For two years I hoped to attend this event, I failed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And when I'm super sad, there's this stupid fly bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hate the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What have I done to made me not being able to attend this even for three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not like I have ever been there before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And this year's special, because my friend is going to cosplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just when I won't be performing any Christmas performances anymore, any other obstacle came into my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guess I should wait another 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I should expect that I can't go, so I won't get disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like how these three years went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-9217269700306710957?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/9217269700306710957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=9217269700306710957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9217269700306710957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9217269700306710957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/blaarrrgggghhh.html' title='BLAARRRGGGGHHH.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5662899871635852947</id><published>2010-11-19T23:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:49:43.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Besties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, without Ryan Higa and his videos, I would never notice great singers like Chester See or even Jay Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much to my surprise, Jay Park was the former leader of the Korean group 2PM(ohmygosh2PMthatgirlslove). I never really take interest into KPop, so I seriously don't know. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I first saw him in Ryan's video 'Word of the Day - Bromance', my first impressions was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aww he's so freakin' cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I took a look at his YouTube channel and heard his cover of 'Nothin' On You'. And then I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, he sounds like Korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and his voice reminded me of Taeyang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was just a while ago, but I forget why I googled him. And it was then I saw his Wikipedia page, and I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHMYGOD that Jay Park in Ryan's video is this 2PM's former leader?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Omigoshohmygawd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was delighted when I found Jay. He's a rapper, singer and he Bboys. I am now listening his latest single, 'Bestie'. And I'm completely loving it. &lt;3&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's cute, but I'm not sure if I'll fall for him. TEEHEE, who knows? *shy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541293134938218546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOagv0hNoDI/AAAAAAAABj8/1--9KtEBSuw/s320/4055037369-1.jpg" /&gt; ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, this post isn't about Jay Park. It's about - like the title says - besties. Just in case anyone doesn't know, besties means best friends. But I'll talk about friends, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, I was playing AuditionSEA with my friends and I suddenly thought of something. &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;, they're the reason of what I'm doing now. One thing is for sure, friends gives motivation. I have great examples that happened on myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like when I was facing PMR this year, I didn't take things seriously when the year started. But then my classmates and friends were all starting to study real hard and I realized I shouldn't be left behind. And my friend, SW really forced me to study, and I guess it helps a little, LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, I am quite lazy to take a shower. Normally, I would make excuses like, I'm watching TV so I would take a shower half an hour later. And what does it gotta do with friends and motivation? My friends motivate me to take showers, that's right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me explain, I would take showers more earlier because I want to use the computer and play AuditionSEA. And because my friends are waiting for me in the game! Simple as that, they successfully made me take showers earlier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, having a friend that has the same interest is a bonus. For me, having a friend who loves drawing as much as me like Hana helps me too. I will constantly practice, thinking I have a chance to draw handsome guys like she does, but I never succeeded before, haha. Either way, she motivates me to draw. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOaj_cVhX_I/AAAAAAAABkE/qbi8j6N0eZo/s1600/2010_11_17_19.2.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541296701859520498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOaj_cVhX_I/AAAAAAAABkE/qbi8j6N0eZo/s320/2010_11_17_19.2.29.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a picture to entertain you : AuditionSEA's No.1 player now in front of your eyes. She's freakin' flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A person that is called a friend has the duty to perform as someone reliable to a certain someone, unless you want to be miserably alone. It might be talking to him/her, giving advice, or just keeping accompany. Without these people, you will still survive, but maybe suffer a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People who bear the title 'best friend' definitely has more responsibility and have to be able to let someone trust them. Of course, best friends are a little more harder to find and more harder to let go. And, it's harder to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because being someone's special friend, everything you do affects them. You might brush off a stranger's insult in just a blink but when it comes to your best friend, it might be a wound forever. I know that feeling, and I try to be more nice to my friends, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, people will expect more from you because you're his/her best friend. So you do have to give extra effort to please them. But in the end, it's worth it and both of you will just enjoy your friendship. That's what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maintaining friendship is an obstacle. Personally, I don't think distance is a problem. The problem is, time. As time passes, you might get bored of each other's issues or sometimes the connection just breaks. On the other hand, if you still see your friend everyday, you'll still have to be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friend, PE is now so much more far away from me but I still cherish her and I really want to see her. PE, do you read this? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's great to have friends, it's much better to have best friends to share your life with. Even if we might not be friends in the future, but I bet we'll all remember the memories we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you, I can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Bestie by Jay Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-5662899871635852947?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5662899871635852947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=5662899871635852947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5662899871635852947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/5662899871635852947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/besties.html' title='Besties.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOagv0hNoDI/AAAAAAAABj8/1--9KtEBSuw/s72-c/4055037369-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-1986357359951243056</id><published>2010-11-15T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:39:13.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>14th of November - First Japanese Class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never thought that I would learn Japanese. My mother told me take courses last year but I was like, lazy. Eeeks. But then I wanted to be serious about it and now I had already taken my first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My brother, who also attended the class with me had a great time learning a new language. In a little air-conditioned room, students like us waited for the arrival of our Japanese teacher, Mr.Lum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOCxbk0V5EI/AAAAAAAABj0/2eghEKa6p9U/s1600/ringo-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539622628963509314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOCxbk0V5EI/AAAAAAAABj0/2eghEKa6p9U/s320/ringo-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ringo, where we learn Japanese. It means apple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When Mr.Lum arrived, he greeted us by saying, "Ohayo-gozaimasu." And the whole class was silent except my brother, who eagerly greeted him back. Mr.Lum repeated a few times to get us back to greeting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Without saying anything, he wrote some simple romaji sentences for us to introduce ourselves. At first I thought he was Japanese, because he said Japanese whenever we made a mistake, but his name wasn't Japanese so it doesn't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, we are taught grammars, vocabulary and some hiragana. The class was interesting and at least I was never bored. But I was struggling remembering the hiragana and unable to read some of them, though ._.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two and a half hours wasn't as long as I thought and soon everyone left the classroom. When we went downstairs to wait for my mother, I was trying to remember the hiraganas. My brother was better than me, boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it was fun. Looking forward for next class next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ryan Higa, Kevin Wu and Chester See just created a song titled 'Shed a Tear'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's awesome so hear it. Chester is awesome. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My blog is getting boring. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-1986357359951243056?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1986357359951243056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=1986357359951243056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1986357359951243056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/1986357359951243056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/14th-of-november-first-japanese-class.html' title='14th of November - First Japanese Class.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TOCxbk0V5EI/AAAAAAAABj0/2eghEKa6p9U/s72-c/ringo-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-8919838543900452028</id><published>2010-11-13T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:21:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omgfreakin'cheapbooks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never on earth had I ever seen such cheap price before my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With a basket in my hand, I paced around the book-filled store, staring every price stickers on every book. I couldn't believe my eyes as I simply grabbed a random book, thinking this isn't really right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hearing about this bookstore called XCESS was like a joke from my friend. I was like, What? No way. But oh my Gray Fullbuster was I wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In this store located at Amcorp Mall, it sells all kinds of books with a difference, that is - I'm going to say again - real damn cheap price. Books that normally cost RM30+ could fall to just RM10+. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It kinda felt like heaven as I walked towards the section where I normally bought books. If the security camera zoomed into my face, it could capture my silly happy face as I browse all the books on the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On that day, I bought seven books. My mother said it was enough for me to not buy books for one year. I took it seriously, lol. And it was then I decided to never go to other bookstores every again, not even Popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And what do you know, just few days after that, there was a book fair called the Big Bad Wolf. We were actually given a bookmark on how to find the Big Bad Wolf, but at first we had no idea what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The newspaper got us answers about the book fair that sells - wait for it - damn cheap books. To be honest, I was lazy to go there, I mean I already bought seven books. That's a lot for me to read. I'm not even sure I can read finish all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But my mother said it was once or twice a year and we decided to give it a go. Even in the early morning, the bookfair located at South City Plaza was swarmed with people. People from all ages were holding boxes to carry damn cheap books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Unlike other people who were carrying heaps of books, I had a hard time choosing one. I kept walking around, around and around. Then I headed back to my mother who was browsing the cooking section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the end, I still bought books. I didn't feel as satisfied as last time because the books I bought don't really attract me, but there was a few that I wanted to read I wanted to read long time ago. This time, I was sure I don't have to buy books for one year, or maybe one year and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But the conclusion is, I bought lots of damn cheap books. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nomnomnomnomnomnom. SUBWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-8919838543900452028?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8919838543900452028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=8919838543900452028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8919838543900452028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/8919838543900452028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/omgfreakincheapbooks.html' title='Omgfreakin&apos;cheapbooks.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-731178494935641583</id><published>2010-11-09T10:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:32:27.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of My Life'/><title type='text'>A Blast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna read books. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent three days at my hometown and I don't remember having so much fun before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Normally in my hometown, everything is late. Waking up late, having lunch/dinner late, taking a shower late, and sleeping late. But this time it's different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Probably because I woke up early a few times before I went back to Malacca, I was worn out. Strangely, I do things more earlier than I usually do, LOL. Even my aunt commented me when I was the first one to take a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I love spending time with my dear two cousins. We went morning walk together with my mom and her sisters(something bad happened, though), went to see a movie together, and watched another movie again, LOL. We plan to karaoke together next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love them &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the movie I watched with them was Wang Lee Hom's 'Love in Disguise'. A day before we saw an interview on the movie he directed for the first time. It seemed interesting to watch and my cousin had the CD. And so we watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First of all, I never noticed Wang Lee Hom despite my mother saying how handsome he is, or how talented he is. This movie totally changed how I see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNi6DiiCJ_I/AAAAAAAABjc/QBa0XKyvWWw/s1600/Love-In-Disguise-357x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380311823951858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNi6DiiCJ_I/AAAAAAAABjc/QBa0XKyvWWw/s320/Love-In-Disguise-357x450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a Chinese movie, but how WLH talks Chinese is also funny. I needed subtitles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The story is about a Du Ming-Han, a superstar who has fame, money and everything. One day after his successful concert, his car banged into a girl named Song Xiao Qing. Strangely, the unhurt girl then suddenly played her Gu Zheng(A Chinese instrument) and made Ming-Han saw illusions. He then decided to find this girl and enrolled into a music academy. His friend and him then went undercover and tried to befriend with this girl. In the end, both of them fell in love but Xiao Qing still don't know his true identity. What would happen if she does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For me, the idea of this story is not really original. But because it is a romantic comdey, I don't mind at all. And I loved all his illusions he saw, damn nice. And the music, wow, it amazed me. Overall, I really enjoyed the movie, and laughed along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went back to my home on Monday and along the highway, we saw thick black smoke. I expected fire or something and it was an accident. A lorry carrying logs was crashed and was in flames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know, there's lots of accident involving buses and lorries these days, and it's creeping my mother out. My mother's heart was thumping but I was more like excited and awed by the accident. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was lucky for us because the accident occurred at another side, thus not blocking our way. Unfortunately, people on the other side was stopped and I was sure they are going to wait for a long time. Pity them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Before we passed the lorry, we heard a 'boom'. We didn't see what happened but my mother said it was an explosion, causing her to panic more. I comforted her that it was probably a log falling to the ground. :x We passed the accident safely and unharmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was definitely an eye-opening experience, for I never saw a lorry in flames so near. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNjEb-3GHkI/AAAAAAAABjs/L0a15sLIcCA/s1600/DSC05350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537391726861622850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNjEb-3GHkI/AAAAAAAABjs/L0a15sLIcCA/s320/DSC05350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We returned home safely and unharmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2NE1 ROCKS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-731178494935641583?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/731178494935641583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=731178494935641583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/731178494935641583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/731178494935641583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/blast.html' title='A Blast.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNi6DiiCJ_I/AAAAAAAABjc/QBa0XKyvWWw/s72-c/Love-In-Disguise-357x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-4671493607959821595</id><published>2010-11-03T00:20:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:48:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's a song by the one and only, 2NE1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think hurts in Korean is 'apa'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which means 'what' in Bahasa Melayu. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In my blog, I had introduced Big Bang, a Korean group where the handsome T.O.P belonged too. The group consist really talented singers, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not going further into that topic anymore, because this time it's about 2NE1, another Korean singing group. And both Big Bang and 2NE1 are from YGEntertainment. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first song I heard from them was 'I Don't Care' from Audition, again. I really liked the song and I think that time Audition didn't have a playlist and we weren't able to choose the songs we liked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I had to press 'back' and enter the mall you-don't-know-how-many-times to get the song playing. That sounds stupid, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And 2NE1 sang Lollipop along with Big Bang for their debut and also promoting a phone. I think. And that was also the moment they caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNA_Fmn0RiI/AAAAAAAABiM/3e9IrijFrbo/s1600/picture072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534993307537786402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNA_Fmn0RiI/AAAAAAAABiM/3e9IrijFrbo/s320/picture072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Park Bom, Dara, CL, Minzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2NE1, is a one year old rookie but took the world by storm. I personally think they are really special and I love them to the core. I think they are the best, I meant it. I'm sorry if you don't agree with this ): I mean like, they don't act cute in front of cameras like SNSD. I'm just stating my opinions, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I shall introduce the members, then. And uh, I don't know their real names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBBrXJUvpI/AAAAAAAABiU/Eb52yworToc/s1600/20090611033346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534996155241643666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBBrXJUvpI/AAAAAAAABiU/Eb52yworToc/s320/20090611033346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the leader of the group, 2NE1 never fail to amaze me with her attitude. She is the main rapper and she is like the T.O.P in Big Bang, always coming up with new funky glasses. She was the first one I liked among the other members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBCkPcHtCI/AAAAAAAABik/cU0kURR9cKc/s1600/20090608234608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534997132425540642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBCkPcHtCI/AAAAAAAABik/cU0kURR9cKc/s320/20090608234608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Minzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being only 16 years old, which is the same age as my brother, is just totally amazing! Her role in the group is as the rapper, same as CL. I always thought she was the better dancer. And, she's kinda cute, but can also be sexy, as seen in their MV 'Can't Nobody'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBDqUF92YI/AAAAAAAABi0/OMs1BX6m0D8/s1600/bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534998336265640322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBDqUF92YI/AAAAAAAABi0/OMs1BX6m0D8/s320/bom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Park Bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is my favourite. Why? Because her vocals is awesomeeeee. Her voice is unique, just like T.O.P! She's also pretty. I loved a statement I saw someone made, 'Park Bom had plastic surgery, but her vocals are not fake.' So, so, so, true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBERAVIJVI/AAAAAAAABi8/5-Chb51inK8/s1600/dara_2ne1-200907042035582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534999000975418706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBERAVIJVI/AAAAAAAABi8/5-Chb51inK8/s320/dara_2ne1-200907042035582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry to Dara fans, but she's my least favourite member. She's cute and also pretty, I can't doubt it, but there's something that bugs me about her. But there's a thing I can't deny, she's good at acting. She's featured in Gummy's MV 'I'm Sorry' along with T.O.P. Didn't knew it until recently, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2NE1 just realeased their new album and it certainly gained a lot of people's attention. Almost each song made it to the Most Viewed at Youtube and I am never sick of them. Just two days ago, they uploaded their MV 'It Hurts', and oh my god, &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I had plenty to write, but I'm stuck here. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, 2NE1 proved that they are fierce and awesome at the same time. All their MVs are creative and they are just getting better and better everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, their 'It Hurts' MV, which was uploaded on Halloween is really based on Halloween and Park Bom appeared stunning with blue hair and strangely, it suits her! I have been listening to that song the whole day and the song totally touched my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listening to it just makes me sad, LOL. Well, because the lyrics was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBIjVJNiAI/AAAAAAAABjE/WliqHoBa1vo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535003713846740994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBIjVJNiAI/AAAAAAAABjE/WliqHoBa1vo/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone said she looked like she came straight out from an anime, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And their MV, 'Follow Me' made me rewatched it for thousands of times! Showing off cool and strange outfits, they never bore me. Will.I.AM even commented how cool they were. Same goes to other MVs like 'Fire', 'Clap Your Hands', and 'Can't Nobody'. They make me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I listen more to 2NE1 songs than Big Bang songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't think I would be posting anything about my Genting trip, so I'm just gonna sum it up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was great that I get to got up to Genting with a van, not a freaking slow bus. And I was disappointed when we can't get to ride the cabel car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fun seeing my friends with their hair down and wearing their own clothes, not the boring school uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glad there was no rain or too much mist to spoil our fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SPACE SHOT IS UNDER MAINTENACE, THAT &lt;b&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt; SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our apartment is scary. The room beside us were smokers that threw garbage all over the place. And they leave six girls alone at the highest floor with no teachers? Come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slept on a bed that consisted four people, including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the two days, we had to walk like forever to get to the theme park. Going uphill and downhill, breaking our legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBMCobcQhI/AAAAAAAABjM/vRm_11dv9bg/s1600/Copy+of+PA280093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535007550134305298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNBMCobcQhI/AAAAAAAABjM/vRm_11dv9bg/s320/Copy+of+PA280093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The coldness of Genting is &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buffet lunch and breakfast is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SnowWorld with 3A was, a, BLAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was fun, but not really something I would remember for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-4671493607959821595?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4671493607959821595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=4671493607959821595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4671493607959821595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/4671493607959821595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts.'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TNA_Fmn0RiI/AAAAAAAABiM/3e9IrijFrbo/s72-c/picture072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-9098151329587532200</id><published>2010-10-25T20:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:30:57.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAPBIT v.s T.O.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMWODthMIeI/AAAAAAAABg8/RfDqJL4vfRY/s1600/raptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531983911704076770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMWODthMIeI/AAAAAAAABg8/RfDqJL4vfRY/s320/raptop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First of all, I want the whole world to know Rapbit and T.O.P are really good rappers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I have thought for many times, which was better than the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE both of them. I'm serious, so this is going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first noticed &lt;strong&gt;RAPBIT&lt;/strong&gt;'s amazing rapping skills when I came across his cover of Just Be Friends along with Zebra. Just when the song started, he rapped with an amazing speed and every bit of the word he rapped could be heard clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.O.P &lt;/strong&gt;really stood out because of his deep voice when I heard Lies in AuditionSEA. He was my favourite voice in that song, and a long time after that, I took notice of Big Bang again, and then noticed how freakin' handsome he was! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapbit raps Japanese. T.O.P raps more Korean than Japanese. I love Japanese songs more than Korean. Here, I prefer &lt;b&gt;Rapbit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think loads of people know the face of &lt;strong&gt;T.O.P &lt;/strong&gt;since he's Big Bang main rapper. And everyone know how famous Big Bang is. He's handsome and awesomely tall, he makes girls all over the word squeal in delight(I do that). If you don't know how he looks like, your eyes missed an eye candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMaTiM6t6OI/AAAAAAAABhU/cE4UvPLt7PQ/s1600/TOP3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532271408063572194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMaTiM6t6OI/AAAAAAAABhU/cE4UvPLt7PQ/s320/TOP3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SQUEEEAAAAAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahems, Rapbit in the other hand isn't really popular if you're comparing with T.O.P because obviously people are into KPop now rather than JPop. Which disappoints me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While T.O.P has the super star rapper look, Rapbit just seem like a normal person. Unlike T.O.P who trains so freaking hard before and after Big Bang's debut and manages to maintain fit, Rapbit is larger in size and seems, short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMaV_6TxQPI/AAAAAAAABhc/FCBpZvhxjlQ/s1600/Z230001953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532274117487706354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMaV_6TxQPI/AAAAAAAABhc/FCBpZvhxjlQ/s320/Z230001953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rapbit poses! x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're looking for a super hot awesomely handsome charming looking rapper, just look at those nowadays famous Korean groups. &lt;b&gt;T.O.P&lt;/b&gt; definitely wins at appearance and presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever both Rapbit and T.O.P raps, I will go 'kyaah~'. Because I just love listening them blabbering(LOL) the lyrics out. Because Rapbit is a solo rapper artist, he gets to rap all the time during the song, which makes me happy. *shys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meanwhile, because T.O.P is in a group, he gets to show is talent for like a moment! I'm damn disappointed when other sings for like 4 minutes when he only raps for like 20 seconds! I just wish I could hear him singing more. That's why I was damn happy when I heard him singing the chorus part of Lollipop. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of this, I prefer listening to &lt;b&gt;Rapbit&lt;/b&gt;'s rap. At least, there's no one interrupting his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I don't really hear many of both rapper's song but if it's speed, Rapbit proved me that he can rap, REAL fast in his Caramelldansen remix. The subtitles just appear for like a second and then poof he continues with another line of subtitles. I was amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never really got to hear T.O.P rap real fast. I don't know if I didn't heard all of the Big Bang or T.O.P's song or that he just hasn't showed it the whole world. But his voice is definitely unique and special. That's the truth &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be honest, I really liked T.O.P because of his looks. Yes, he's damn handsome and attractive. But he's also the main rapper, elder brother of all members, and really funny. But I guess the main reason of me loving him is still because of his looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So if you asked me which rapper is better, Rapbit or T.O.P, I can't answer you. They're just so awesome. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Night, Good Night by Hatsune Miku and Rapbit, &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm going to post something about my Genting trip soon if I'm not lazy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4911412360396066167-9098151329587532200?l=da-sixth-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/feeds/9098151329587532200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4911412360396066167&amp;postID=9098151329587532200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9098151329587532200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4911412360396066167/posts/default/9098151329587532200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-sixth-month.blogspot.com/2010/10/rapbit-vs-top.html' title='RAPBIT v.s T.O.P'/><author><name>June - ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566600198758809849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TM54JXWk25I/AAAAAAAABhs/6-GcyDUdwmM/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+P9130083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8T9ZNFFJ30/TMWODthMIeI/AAAAAAAABg8/RfDqJL4vfRY/s72-c/raptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911412360396066167.post-5084249700280452814</id><published>2010-10-18T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:12:18.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy, oh daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wonder if you will hear my calls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;even if we are seas apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deep down I always know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you're always watching over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy, my dear daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what I will say might hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so I'm going to say sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My request is to not worry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;whatever things I might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's very hard, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for I miss you too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because your presence is our happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even though we are trained like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for so many years I couldn't bare your departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to apologize, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;before I share a secret that might shake your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please keep it inside and not tell anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let only those who see this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;silently keeping their thoughts to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm so sorry, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but I can't lie anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My brother who creates chaos in our family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;successfully planted hatred in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There is no more love, not even a simple like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to lie, we're total strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm so sorry, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but I can't handle it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm sick sharing the same blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with the monster that kills my mother bit by bit everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Heartless a person he is, destroying his own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy, I'm so sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't stand to be siblings with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Heck, am I even one to him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who calls his other friends his 'brothers' and 'sisters' with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who sometimes even hit us, without any hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I apologize, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but my family is threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not an animal, but even I could sense that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't stand to see it falling apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because of one single person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really don't understand, daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;why is he so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He who doesn't appreciate anything my mother does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;isn't grateful for everytime she saves him from falling off a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Instead, he's the one who pushes her off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-fa
