<?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-1399137717245806165</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:43:16.950+08:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Parody'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Manga Review'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Original'/><category term='Downloads'/><category term='Anime Review'/><category term='Drawing'/><title type='text'>私の約束</title><subtitle type='html'>だからこれから先もうずっと、さよなら何て言はない</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2088877493541008283</id><published>2012-01-26T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:38:31.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Fall To Fly - Corrinne May</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TCKXdU0moHc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On winter days the snow would glisten&lt;br /&gt;Like a sea of diamonds in the sun&lt;br /&gt;All bundled up in hat and mittens&lt;br /&gt;I'd be out the door and on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the meadow my place&lt;br /&gt;Beneath branches of icy lace&lt;br /&gt;Arms held out eyes shut closed&lt;br /&gt;I'd lean back and just let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;A snow white angel&lt;br /&gt;I'd spread my wings to the sky&lt;br /&gt;How I'd glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon I craved the city lights&lt;br /&gt;They seemed far brighter than the moon on snow&lt;br /&gt;Turned in my wings for earthly things&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the feel of clouds on indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was strong,&amp;nbsp;I was proud&lt;br /&gt;Keeping both feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I feared love like I feared heights&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;A snow white angel&lt;br /&gt;I'd spread my wings to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now you've come along&lt;br /&gt;Like falling snow at dawn you move me&lt;br /&gt;And with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;We'll soarwe will climb straight to the heaven's skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;A snow white angel&lt;br /&gt;I'd spread my wings to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm gonna give love a try&lt;br /&gt;Fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On winter days I wait for snow and then&lt;br /&gt;I know the angel flies once more&lt;br /&gt;Fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;Fall to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2088877493541008283?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2088877493541008283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2088877493541008283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2088877493541008283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2088877493541008283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/fall-to-fly-corrinne-may.html' title='Fall To Fly - Corrinne May'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TCKXdU0moHc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1813112215825222580</id><published>2012-01-26T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:28:55.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga Review'/><title type='text'>Inu x Boku SS (Youko x Boku SS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K40vUqyxK2E/TyD8xniMhcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/j9nseaj4MpA/s1600/inu-x-boku-ss-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K40vUqyxK2E/TyD8xniMhcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/j9nseaj4MpA/s320/inu-x-boku-ss-.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6Av6aV5o4k/TyD8yH0-VqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/JqnuAQVvz8Y/s1600/inu-x-boku-ss-cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6Av6aV5o4k/TyD8yH0-VqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/JqnuAQVvz8Y/s400/inu-x-boku-ss-cr.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) Yes, I've decided to review this manga since I just finished it. Don't worry, I didn't sacrifice any sleep for this or anything. This manga was short, so I managed to finish it within the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this manga is Inu x Boku SS - better known as Youko x Boku SS as a manga. Inu x Boku SS is the title of the anime adaptation. Why they decided to change it, I don't know, so don't ask -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I liked this manga a lot. Well, not to say its storyline is comparable to that of Inuyasha or Rurouni Kenshin, but it was bearable, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written and illustrated by Fujiwara Cocoa, "Inu x Boku SS" tells the story of 15-year-old Shirakiin Ririchiyo, a half-demon and half-human, who takes it upon herself to live alone in a building called the Ayakashi Mansion in an attempt to show others that she can live independently, without relying on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reason for doing so is because of her personality - she intimidates people and doesn't speak much, which makes her an easy target for bullying when she was younger - amongst other complications in her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, her decision to live alone kind of backfires when an SS (Secret Service) Agent is sent to her. Miketsukami Soushi is a half-kitsune *fox* spirit that apparently was saved by Ririchiyo when they were younger. Due to that, he becomes adamant in being her "dog" (hence the title "inu") and obeying her every wish, protecting her from every danger et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things continue to turn upside-down and against Ririchiyo's initial idea of living alone when she meets new people in the Ayakashi Mansion - all of which are half-demon and half-human in one way or another - and becomes friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twist in the story is pretty mild, though. No "boomz" or large-scaled like that. Just nice for a short 11-chapter manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, if you'd like, you can read this on MangaFox :) That's where I read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I'm looking forward to the anime because of two things: 1. It's anime, hello? :P and 2. The anime's illustration looks more interesting than that of the manga :) Can't wait!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1813112215825222580?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1813112215825222580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1813112215825222580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1813112215825222580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1813112215825222580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/inu-x-boku-ss-youko-x-boku-ss.html' title='Inu x Boku SS (Youko x Boku SS)'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K40vUqyxK2E/TyD8xniMhcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/j9nseaj4MpA/s72-c/inu-x-boku-ss-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-136974143179226522</id><published>2012-01-25T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:34:31.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天地</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What are crimes of passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, so... What happened today, eh? I woke up at around... 10 something, as usual. I actually thought I'd slept past eleven, but that was just an illusion -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting up, I freshened up and proceeded to go downstairs where I found out that my brother's friends had already come and were chilling in the music room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also chilled around, watching stuff on my iPad, then watched Delirious with my brother and his friends. They ate lunch after, though I only joined them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12 something, I bathed, then received Cleo. She came at around 1 something and we hung around in the music room, playing with the guitar and singing whilst waiting for Chucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came soon enough. We first played a little with Pepper and Snowy. Stupid Pepper -.- Couldn't stop barking and howling and whining at the sight of them. Peed everywhere too. She's such a scaredy-cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being a dog, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch out. Chicken rice, then I bought &lt;i&gt;ais kacang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to eat at home. We then jammed a little more in the music room before Cleo's parents came to get her :( She couldn't stay longer because apparently her parents were rushing off to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the rest of the day, Chucky and I watched stuff on the computer. We were watching Castle when my parents and aunt decided to go out. They left RM50 with me to order Pizza in. After a few episodes of Castle, we watched Music &amp;amp; Lyrics - by Chucky's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. Didn't manage to finish that, though, because after Snape died, Chucky's mom and sisters came. She left, and since then, I've still been using the computer, but to do tamer things, like read manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stopping soon, though, because my eyes can't take any more rays from the computer. Plus, I want to use my iPad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I'll be posting up a lyric video later. I like the song a lot. Heard it from someone's post on Facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-136974143179226522?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/136974143179226522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=136974143179226522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/136974143179226522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/136974143179226522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_25.html' title='天地'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2204732670773850607</id><published>2012-01-24T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:02:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>なさけない</title><content type='html'>For God's sake, why don't you bloody get a life? There's only so much we can stand if we're stuck with you for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just be a little nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not asking you to jump off a cliff or drown in a tub, are we? What we want is a little respect and trust from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, you turn us all into your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you REALLY want to be hated that badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own decisions, planning your own ideas, fine. We can bloody deal with that. What we &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;deal with, is you saying that the reason you're doing so is because no one else is &lt;i&gt;capable&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you go screw yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all inexperienced and young. If you don't give proper guidance, who the f*ck will help you? I don't care if you think we can do it just because you can; not everyone was born with Einstein's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that you gave us work to do is just some kind of an excuse so you can take it out on us, isn't it? You want to see if we can do it in time and then judge us by what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants that kind of bullshit attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scolding us isn't going to get you anywhere. It'll only make matters worse. Are you trying to make us scared of you? 'Cause if that's it, you're bloody failing, because all it's doing is making us secretly hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I don't think I'm even hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sack me if you want. But the only reason I'm sticking by this is because I love it too much to let it be run entirely by you. Plus, my pride's at stake. After being so fashionably christened my job, I don't want to be found abandoning it on the first month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to have one verbal showdown with you before I leave school. I want to see you cringe in fear, knowing what real intimidation feels like. I want you to know what f*ckery you put us all through. And I want you to know &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; well that brains aren't the only things that matter in life, because there are people who rely on their &lt;i&gt;hearts&lt;/i&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can handle things by yourself? So what if you have to face teachers everyday who have complaints and are not happy with us? And so bloody what if you think we're useless and unreliable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say JUST-ONE-THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nobody asked you to get this job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Not happy? Just quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But don't take it out on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2204732670773850607?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2204732670773850607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2204732670773850607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2204732670773850607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2204732670773850607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_24.html' title='なさけない'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6410374561402741268</id><published>2012-01-24T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T02:40:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~23/01/2012~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: How much can an average person sing before his/her voice breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-ly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd actually pull this off. I mean, seriously? Karaoke-ing for FOUR hours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but before I regale you on tales of our little singing "adventure", let's start with what time I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... 10 something, I think? Very reluctantly, though. My mom came in like several times and it's not nice to keep her waiting. Not because I'm a good girl, it's just that if I don't eventually get up, she'll scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't good luck to scream on Chinese New Year now, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, Happy Chinese New Year to all the suckers that celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy be also part and parcel of that group -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up, freshened up, then got on to finishing up that anime I was watching with my sister. What was it? Oh, right, UN-GO. Remind me to review it, 'cause I've already watched the end. My sister wasn't particularly satisfied - but then again, she's rarely satisfied with regards to how some anime-s end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, at around 12++, we had our lunch. &lt;i&gt;Dong fun&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as usual, on the first day of Chinese New Year. After that, my siblings and I rushed into the toilets to bathe before we received our very first guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "meeting", we lazed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my sister help me bake a cake, though. Mwahaha. It was hilarious because she was kind of clueless - I didn't get it right the first time either, though - and it got a little messy at one point. Had to take the cake out and then put it back in again too, since there was something wrong with the damn stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammed a little with the guitars in my sister's room and listened to Sam Tsui's 2011 medley before going down to check on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't turn out too bad. Could've been better. My sister was hilarious, trying to squirt out the white chocolate icing from the piping bag. I think I cut the end a little too thick this time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next time I do it, it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next time?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while after that, we set out for Publika. We were adamant about having &lt;i&gt;yu sang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Ichiban Boshi again since it was so bloody delicious the first time. Had sushi and California Roll too. You know, the usual, when my sister and I go for Japanese cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to drop our aunt off after dinner. She didn't want to join us at Gardens, and our intention was to actually drop our grandpa off too, but he wanted to come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did. We went straight to the Red Box in Gardens after parking the car and immediately started to sing. What? Can't waste money doing nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We were supposed to be singing with our afternoon guests, that's why*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we sang all kinds of songs. We sang "Top Of The World" by the Carpenters, "Why" by Rascal Flatts, "Beauty and the Beast" by Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson, "That's The Way It Is" and "You And I" by Celine Dion, "Endless Love" by Jackie Chan, "Truth" and "Endless Story" by Yuna Ito, "A World To Believe In" by Celine Dion and Yuna Ito, "Someday" by All4One and SO MUCH MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we had Sprite :P Surprisingly, I didn't touch the buffet outside. I can't believe it either, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four hours of non-stop singing, we finally packed tent and left for home. It's currently 2:38a.m but I'm still blogging since I haven't done an actual post in a while. I'll rant more tomorrow if I have time, but till then, CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6410374561402741268?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6410374561402741268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6410374561402741268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6410374561402741268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6410374561402741268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/23012012.html' title='~23/01/2012~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5659651270614340292</id><published>2012-01-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T02:40:29.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Miles - Boyce Avenue feat. Alex Goot *Vanessa Carlton* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h297vLkHijQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Making my way downtown, walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass and I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead, just making my way&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making a way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time would pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know&amp;nbsp;I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always times like these when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every thing's so wrong and I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Living in your precious memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I could fall into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your memory&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let this go&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making my way downtown,&amp;nbsp;walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass and I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead, just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making a way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I still need you&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I could fall into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time would pass us by?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I could fall into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time would pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see youIf I could just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tuacbiofbb4qy88"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?tuacbiofbb4qy88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Remember, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5659651270614340292?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5659651270614340292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5659651270614340292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5659651270614340292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5659651270614340292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/thousand-miles-boyce-avenue-feat-alex.html' title='A Thousand Miles - Boyce Avenue feat. Alex Goot *Vanessa Carlton* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h297vLkHijQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8693391442615704020</id><published>2012-01-16T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:24:11.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Numb - Jason Blaine + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T_cx6E7mWHc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung my jacket on the back of the kitchen chair,&lt;br /&gt;Slung my keys back behind me, on the counter somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Laid sideways 'cross the bed, closed my eyes and tried&lt;br /&gt;To make some sense out of your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel,&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I will when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting on that wave of pain to roll over me&lt;br /&gt;And that “what the hell just happened”, to start sinking in deep&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should cry or just get mad?&lt;br /&gt;Curse your name, or miss you bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel,&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I will when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must've thought that I was something,&lt;br /&gt;Standin' there, saying nothin',&lt;br /&gt;Watching you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel,&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I will when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?v5dk62cevbmz83v"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?v5dk62cevbmz83v&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I don't own anything :) Lyrics were copied off &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/"&gt;www.elyrics.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8693391442615704020?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8693391442615704020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8693391442615704020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8693391442615704020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8693391442615704020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/numb-jason-blaine-d.html' title='Numb - Jason Blaine + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T_cx6E7mWHc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5833461381528137035</id><published>2012-01-14T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:30:52.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~13/01/2012~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: If a product had a tendency of being spoilt, why the hell would you put it on sale?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today. Bloody hell. 6:15a.m, because I was so friggin' tired and lazy to wake up. I didn't want to go to school but I wanted to try getting that certificate for full attendance throughout the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~ Fat chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, this morning was absolutely retarded. Not only did I forget to TIE-MY-HAIR, I also forgot to wear my SOCKS. AND I brought no MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we stayed up in the library the whole of the assembly time, so no prefect caught me. After we were dismissed from morning briefing, we went back to our respective classes. We had Moral first. It was okay, I guess. Studied about three moral values before we were allowed to rest. During that time, I talked with Dellie about DragonVale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was PJK. We didn't do anything, really. I wrote a little more of my new story, then sang a little with Kanga and Cleo before going for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nuggets again, bought my NILAM book (FINALLY), then went back to the classroom. Discussed our Add Maths homework with our Add Maths teacher. Fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had Chemistry. Ugh, teacher kept talking about us not doing our file properly. Now I've gotta print everything again. Once again, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the report's graph and got homework to do. At 12:30p.m, I went to the library for our rehearsal on Monday today. Until 1:30p.m, that is. Then, within the next hour, I perused the computer as well as talked with Sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home then. Used the iPad for the next few hours searching for historical stuff. Watched X-Men: The Last Stand, then used the computer to search some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with my dad, then continued using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching The Nanny now. You know, I really hate Maggie? I prefer Brighton and Gracie. The both of them are so much cuter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to read this manga called Koko Ni Iru Yo, but it got a little too cliche for me. Within the first two chapters, the main characters had already a "thing" for each other. Chapter 3 and the guy's already confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~ Not exactly the kind of manga I like -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, really :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5833461381528137035?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5833461381528137035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5833461381528137035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5833461381528137035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5833461381528137035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/13012012.html' title='~13/01/2012~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2643752826329772925</id><published>2012-01-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:16:28.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Solo - Jason Chen + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/egihhmdXti0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zgh4kvajyof6yv5"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zgh4kvajyof6yv5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Please purchase this song on iTunes if you like it :) I know I did. I do not own anything AT ALL. Read that sentence again, please? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2643752826329772925?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2643752826329772925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2643752826329772925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2643752826329772925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2643752826329772925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/solo-jason-chen-d.html' title='Solo - Jason Chen + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/egihhmdXti0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2556477481488075324</id><published>2012-01-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:01:13.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>学校が嫌い</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Why do we study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 o'clock today again, as usual. The alarm clock on my phone obviously only works as something that wakes me up before my maid does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting ready, my dad sent my brother and I to school. My brother wanted to go to school because he needed to get his trial results from the school. He lost his, that's why -.- Cacat fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, morning briefing was... tiring. Lined up according to our seating positions on Monday and rehearsed our &lt;i&gt;ikrar&lt;/i&gt;. Not long after, we left for our assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was our first subject that day. Studied Number Bases. Got homework as well. For BM, we studied &lt;i&gt;Syair Makna Riak&lt;/i&gt;. Our teacher is pretty awesome, so BM was bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After BM, I rushed outside to the school entrance because my dad was helping me drop off some potatoes. They were for my Bio class afterwards, to answer your question. I forgot to bring it with me in the morning so my dad was being a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so sure enough, we did an experiment on potatoes today. In the process of skinning the damned potato, though, I cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPoOZFgpbmY/Tw7wuadPMoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Gg85PpNuCoE/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-12+at+22.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPoOZFgpbmY/Tw7wuadPMoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Gg85PpNuCoE/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-12+at+22.36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, that's my middle finger. Bloody thing wouldn't stop bleeding. I felt like Guam for a minute there - like... a few seconds before my friend plastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, forever injured, no? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was next. Finally, a subject I actually looked forward to. We were doing a continuous writing exercise today, thank God. I missed writing so much - explains why I started a story yesterday (but that'll be between you and me, kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no extra class today. The teacher didn't come in. Thank the heavens. Continued with my English essay in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 2:30p.m. Dad was late, though, again, so technically I went home at 2:58p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate then bathed. Ooh, after I bathed, I actually tried to French braid my hair!! :P It was damn hard for me since it was my first time doing my own hair. Arms got so bloody tired halfway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdarX14H9wg/Tw71ek5_iZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ek7kC0SzWEI/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-12+at+22.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdarX14H9wg/Tw71ek5_iZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ek7kC0SzWEI/s320/Photo+on+2012-01-12+at+22.58.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, no? This is pretty damn good for a complete first-timer. Didn't think I could even make it even look &lt;i&gt;remotely&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like a braid, what more a French one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a short 30-minute nap before my Add Maths teacher arrived. Class was alright. Learned the first chapter of the Form 5 syllabus. She finished the whole bloody chapter within an hour and a half, complete with enigmatic question to help screw with my brain mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson ended, I ate some veggie with my mom then continued my new story at 8 o'clock. At nine, I continued my Add Maths homework before finally packing up for the night. I'm currently waiting for a friend to send me some stuff I have to print. I thought she forgot. She'd better thank God I asked or I would've gone to sleep first -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how I'm getting so detailed with my posts, by the way? It's because of my trusty Twenty Twelve Diary. It's absolutely awesome :) Full page diary posts. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2556477481488075324?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2556477481488075324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2556477481488075324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2556477481488075324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2556477481488075324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_12.html' title='学校が嫌い'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPoOZFgpbmY/Tw7wuadPMoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Gg85PpNuCoE/s72-c/Photo+on+2012-01-12+at+22.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2866780689027208370</id><published>2012-01-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:55:06.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>血と水と</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Why is bloody thicker than water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5:32a.m today because my parents wanted to go for golf that morning. Dad sent me up to the school entrance because I was early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our librarians' morning briefing session, we all went downstairs to the assembly hall where our assembly started. Sang our national anthem, heard various announcements, then proceeded back to our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our case, though, we headed for the Chem lab. Conducted an experiment today. Something to do with zinc granules and dilute hydrochloric acid. Hallelujah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher even asked us to write a reflection on today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? If we're going to be doing this every lesson, I'm going to need much more paper. If I ever run out, you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chemistry, we had BM. Learnt about active and passive sentences today as well as how to change them from one to another. Wasn't too bad a lesson. Handed our books in like good students, then went for our recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought nuggets again for recess. There was nothing else I could eat that was any healthier. The buns, I saved for after school since I was only returning home at 4 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, for two periods, we had our &lt;i&gt;unit beruniform&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;meetings, so we set off to our respective classes. Kanga, Cleo and I were, obviously, in brass band again this year. We didn't hold positions in the club because nobody calon-ed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kanga got one, but she didn't get enough votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo and I voted for her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want a particular person to be the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that this meeting was pretty much based on popularity votes. So much for democracy. Democracy my gigantic tush. Nobody votes by ability now. It's all based on how popular he/she is. I'm not being a boob. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be sad, but I'm glad enough I didn't get up there because I knew I never would've gotten the job even if I had prepared a half-hour speech about how good I'd be if I were President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me the agony and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meeting ended, my class had Add Maths for two periods. Our teacher wanted to take our extra lesson and join it with our Add Maths lesson so she wouldn't have to come in twice. Our History teacher took the last two periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I dislike our new Add Maths teacher. She speaks in BM, so sometimes I can't catch things as fast (isn't Add Maths&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be in English??). Plus, she forgets how things are done, so it's damned confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History made up for it, though. Our teacher is hilarious and this is the first time I haven't forgotten anything I've learnt in history class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta apply that to my Form 4 syllabus. Do you think she'll teach me individually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came back from school, all I did was eat, use the computer, finish my English homework, get started on my Chemistry homework, attempt my Physics homework and then eat veggie for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The stakes are high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The water's rough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This year'll be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2866780689027208370?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2866780689027208370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2866780689027208370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2866780689027208370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2866780689027208370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_11.html' title='血と水と'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5060340196382792596</id><published>2012-01-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:28:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>私のせ？</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Is it really my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask this again: Is it &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my fault? Am I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;exaggerating? Should I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;not have talked to you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me in school for two goddamn hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already pretty much eff-ed up that day. Not to mention I had to stay back in school for my librarian discussion regarding our elections next week and the bloody fact that I had NO time to rest because it was a whole school day's worth of studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;blame me for being angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell was your excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to &lt;i&gt;entertain&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;some big shot person. Does he &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;matter &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;much so that you would actually leave your daughter in school for two hours without prior notice whatsoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky I had money with me. What if I had none? I couldn't have called you to ask you if you were coming. And I haven't my phone with me, so what if something happened to me? How would I be able to contact you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I &lt;i&gt;bloody&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;did was sleep there until you came. I could've studied, of course, but that's &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;what I did until I couldn't function anymore. I swear, I could've just made camp there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you could do was get Kuku and Koko to come and get me if you were going to be so &lt;i&gt;fantabulously&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grab my spectacles and throw them onto the floor and watch them break into a thousand and one pieces. Who the hell bloody cares? I can't give a f*ck about studying anymore. So what if I fail? Let me fail. Then I commit suicide and have no single bloody care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off your hands too, so you should rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can't believe the most is that you had the &lt;i&gt;nerve&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to restrict me where my diet is concerned. The &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of you left me in school until 5:00++, the &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you could offer me was some FREEDOM for once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLINGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you seriously think that I wouldn't have minded? Did you assume that I would be alright if you did something like that? That kind of shitty excuse, who the hell will accept it? What happened to "blood is thicker than water"? You're telling me you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;couldn't leave halfway? That he was enjoying himself &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;much that it would be a &lt;i&gt;sin&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to detach yourselves from him &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;so you could fetch your daughter from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be real, for God's sake. Do I mean lesser to you than he does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can apologize for my "rudeness" (apparently) just now, but I can't f*cking bring myself to regret &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~#~#~#~#~#~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just excuse me, okay? Let me rant. It's good for me to do that once in a while so I don't keep it clamped up inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5060340196382792596?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5060340196382792596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5060340196382792596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5060340196382792596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5060340196382792596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='私のせ？'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5208381437371816794</id><published>2012-01-10T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:50:19.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Safe and Sound - Megan Nicole &amp; Tiffany Alvord *Taylor Swift feat Civil Wars* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5DeVLSVF6mg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember tears streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When I said "I'll never let you go"&lt;br /&gt;When all those shadows almost killed your light&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone"&lt;br /&gt;But all that's dead and gone and past tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare look out your window&lt;br /&gt;Darling everything's on fire&lt;br /&gt;The war outside our door keeps raging on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Even when the music's gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INSTRUMENTAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?8vew49u3nkjd43t"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?8vew49u3nkjd43t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I don't own anything. Support these artistes by buying their stuff on iTunes. Got the lyrics from &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/"&gt;www.elyrics.net&lt;/a&gt;. You can get them there too. Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5208381437371816794?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5208381437371816794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5208381437371816794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5208381437371816794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5208381437371816794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/safe-and-sound-megan-nicole-tiffany.html' title='Safe and Sound - Megan Nicole &amp; Tiffany Alvord *Taylor Swift feat Civil Wars* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5DeVLSVF6mg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8221859969611905366</id><published>2012-01-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:03:50.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Years - Jake Coco feat Alex G *Christina Perri* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/USdywFyq9Ic" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats fast&lt;br /&gt;Colors and promises&lt;br /&gt;How to be brave&lt;br /&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;To fall&lt;br /&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;br /&gt;All of my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly goes away somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Beauty I know she is&lt;br /&gt;I will be brave&lt;br /&gt;I will not let anything &lt;br /&gt;Take away&lt;br /&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, &lt;br /&gt;Every hour has come to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I believed&lt;br /&gt;I would find you&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought&lt;br /&gt;Your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I believed&lt;br /&gt;I would find you&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought &lt;br /&gt;Your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zwfvgthzygj7lvg"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zwfvgthzygj7lvg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I do not own anything. Purchase this song on iTunes to support the artist :) I really like this cover of the song. I'm sure you'd agree :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8221859969611905366?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8221859969611905366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8221859969611905366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8221859969611905366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8221859969611905366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/thousand-years-jake-coco-feat-alex-g.html' title='A Thousand Years - Jake Coco feat Alex G *Christina Perri* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/USdywFyq9Ic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6432833304215810920</id><published>2012-01-08T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:56:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~08/01/2012~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is it like to be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was just reading Sakura's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today. 10:17a.m. My teacher was already outside the gate -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology was alright. Learnt about Form 4 Nutrition. My teacher, having a huge family, explained some of the deficiencies using her cousins as examples. She used to have a cousin with rickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I used the computer to watch more episodes of The Nanny 'cause I wanted to laugh. Not long after, I went for lunch with my parents, aunt and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organic. Nice. Tried new stuff. Shared this set thingy with my dad and &lt;i&gt;roti canai&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;too. The usual, mostly. Had black sesame soup. Awesome shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bad head ache after that, though, so I skipped English tuition as well as Theory class to sleep. Can't say I was sad I missed 'em 'cause I'm not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very nice sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, it was time to go out for dinner. We went to Publika to eat at the Food Village. Nice. Had &lt;i&gt;char siew meen&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;gong fu chao&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;fu kin meen&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a whole bunch of other stuff. We shared pretty much everything, so I could eat a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went around to look at BIG. Shopped for all the necessities: milk, cabbage, whatever it is we're lacking in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got canned evaporated milk, whipped cream, and all the things I need for my baking. Mwahaha. I just finished my cake today, that's why I intend on baking another one to bring it to school on Monday. I hope it turns out as well as my choco chip sponge cake did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, after shopping in BIG, my mom, aunt and I went to put the stuff in the car whilst my dad and brother went ahead to Over Time first. Joined them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band that sang today was nice :) I actually videotaped them singing one of the songs. It was the Jacky Cheung one that my dad and sister sang for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time, I played with my mom's Cluster Master game on her iPad. Got the highest score. Mwahaha. First time 100 000++ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10:30p.m, we went home :) Since then, I've been watching The Nanny whilst blogging. I thought I'd finally start blogging again before Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie then. It's 5 minutes till 1 o'clock and my mom is gonna start calling me again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6432833304215810920?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6432833304215810920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6432833304215810920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6432833304215810920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6432833304215810920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/08012012.html' title='~08/01/2012~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-815359430317280495</id><published>2012-01-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:51:39.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Dear Mum - BEDLAM</title><content type='html'>A mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Mum' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worst premonition; she opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older &lt;br /&gt;than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not only the passion, Mum. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS,so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Mum, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. &lt;br /&gt;Some day, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your son, Nicholas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mum, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on my desk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Read more on BEDLAM's website in my link list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-815359430317280495?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/815359430317280495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=815359430317280495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/815359430317280495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/815359430317280495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mum-bedlam.html' title='Dear Mum - BEDLAM'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-203774969897921238</id><published>2012-01-04T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:47:11.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Old Couple &amp; The Therapist - BEDLAM</title><content type='html'>An Arizona couple, both well into their 80s, go to a sex therapist's office. The doctor asks, 'What can I do for you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, 'Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor raises both eyebrows, but he is so amazed that such an elderly couple is asking for sexual advice that he agrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the couple finishes, the doctor says, 'There's absolutely nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thanks them for coming, he wishes them good luck, he charges them $50 and he says good bye. The next week, the same couple returns and asks the sex therapist to watch again. The sex therapist is a bit puzzled, but agrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens several weeks in a row. The couple makes an appointment, has intercourse with no problems, pays the doctor, then leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 3 months of this routine, the doctor says, 'I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, 'We're not trying to find out anything. She's married; so we can't go to her house. I'm married; and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $98. The Hilton charges $139. We do it here for $50, and Medicare pays $43 of it, leaving my net cost just $7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Got the joke from BEDLAM :) Go to his site to read more and more and MORE~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-203774969897921238?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/203774969897921238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=203774969897921238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/203774969897921238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/203774969897921238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-couple-therapist-bedlam.html' title='The Old Couple &amp; The Therapist - BEDLAM'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1768305728704162920</id><published>2012-01-03T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:51:59.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Seizure - Kathy Reichs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIEIR3uUpCA/TwLW4rDiWXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/4NjaZuTHhCI/s1600/Kathy-Reichs-is-the-author-of-Seizure-A-Virals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIEIR3uUpCA/TwLW4rDiWXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/4NjaZuTHhCI/s320/Kathy-Reichs-is-the-author-of-Seizure-A-Virals.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... And so I've finished the second book in the Virals series. Quite unfortunately, Kathy Reichs only wrote two books regarding the Virals and their adventures. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Seizure depicts the tale of Tory Brennan and her usual clique. As Virals, they have decided to practice controlling their powers in secret, especially since now that there's no one to reverse the effects of the 'new and improved' parvovirus. Hiram Stolowitski still places first in being the fastest to flare, Tory takes second, Shelton struggles more but no one's slower in flaring save for Ben Blue. The only way anyone's gonna make him flare is if they piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as if having to deal with their newfound abilities is not enough, things get worse when Tory's father, Kit, comes home from work one day only to tell her that LIRI will no longer be funded under the Charleston University. This means Kit will be left with no job and Tory can no longer stay in Bolton Preparatory Academy as well as stay on Morris Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you know where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, they go through various troubles. What with the Tripod skank and Tory's frustration with Jason, things weren't going to be all smooth sailing. Tory seemed to be running into trouble after trouble after trouble. Just when they thought they've be able to find something significant, it turns up empty. Many times have they contemplated on giving up. It was Tory's inborn stubbornness that kept her - and eventually, them - going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention her understanding of her new ability within her abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I'm sure you can find the rest out by yourself. I bought this for RM55.50. They should be available in all the staple bookstores: MPH, Borders, Kinokuniya and Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1768305728704162920?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1768305728704162920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1768305728704162920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1768305728704162920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1768305728704162920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2012/01/seizure-kathy-reichs.html' title='Seizure - Kathy Reichs'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIEIR3uUpCA/TwLW4rDiWXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/4NjaZuTHhCI/s72-c/Kathy-Reichs-is-the-author-of-Seizure-A-Virals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6716218621357464421</id><published>2011-12-31T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:32:50.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Virals - Kathy Reichs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpUXIGUoQzk/Tv7ButlK51I/AAAAAAAAA1A/3p11it_BIQY/s1600/Kathy+Reich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpUXIGUoQzk/Tv7ButlK51I/AAAAAAAAA1A/3p11it_BIQY/s320/Kathy+Reich.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VrFemUZsHQ/Tv7BvGoS9-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/W0dJxyiHGAA/s1600/Kathy+Reichs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VrFemUZsHQ/Tv7BvGoS9-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/W0dJxyiHGAA/s320/Kathy+Reichs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my-God. This is a book you most certainly should not skip out on. Well, this might only be from my point of view, but if you are interested in forensics, a little mystery and a dash of humour, you might want to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by the author who inspired the hit TV series, BONES, in Virals, Kathy Reichs tells the story of young Victoria 'Tory' Brennan. After losing her mother to a drunken driver, Tory was sent to Morris Island where she learnt of the existence of her father, Christopher 'Kit' Howard, a research scientist/veterinarian at an institute on Loggerhead Island, LIRI (I can't for the life of me remember the full name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit was unaware he had a daughter, though, so it was pretty much awkward for the both of them. Nonetheless, Tory settled down reasonably fast. Since then, she'd been attending the Bolton Preparatory Academy (a school for the rich and elite) and made a few other friends. There's Hiram 'Hi' Stolowitski, Shelton Devers and Ben Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, though, Tory, Hi, Shelton and Ben aren't wealthy people from wealthy families. The only reason Bolton Prep accepted them is because at least ONE member in their respectful families has a job in LIRI. Therefore, the facility funds their studies in Bolton Prep. Quite unfortunately, since they're not rich by name, they get picked on by the people in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, they're all they've got. Each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is together that they get into trouble. It began with just curiosity. Tory, being naturally curious about everything, found rusted dog tags buried somewhere in Loggerhead Island and was determined to find out what was written on them. So, with her friends, Tory broken into an abandoned research facility in hopes of being able to use their gear to get rid of the rust and decipher the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after they managed to do just that, Ben hears something upstairs. Once again beaten by curiosity, Tory and her friends went to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They certainly did NOT expect to find what they found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start to go haywire from there. They not only broke in to the facility that night, but they also broke something OUT. As if that's not bad enough, they run headfirst into more trouble: gunmen - after THEIR lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not help when they uncovered a dead girl's skeleton either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tory is certain everything is connected, but how? And is the Head of the facility in on the secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much the gist of the story. It gets much more interesting after this, though. I personally think it's awesome. The book has a sequel, thank God for me. Haha. It's called Seizure (I know, right??) I'll be sure to review that once I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virals is available in various bookstores such as Times, Borders, MPH and Popular. This 454-page paperback costs a whooping RM32.90 but I assure you, it's worth a read. 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I'm actually too darned lazy to listen properly to the lyrics. I know the song is pretty much repetitive, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?vv7l41g91bwxc7r"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?vv7l41g91bwxc7r&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I do not own anything, yeah? Go and support this artist by buying this on iTunes. The file attached is only the cropped version. Sorry to disappoint you. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3648401369505861536</id><published>2011-12-21T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:19:53.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Worldwide - Big Time Rush + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2EDCpDXMowc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute before you tell me anything&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I been missing&lt;br /&gt;You by my side, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I awake you out of your dream?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;You calm me down&lt;br /&gt;There's something about the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;As far away as it may seem no&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;We'll pick up right where we left off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, London, Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;It's just one thing that I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can hardly take another goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Baby, won't be long&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I'm waiting on&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone, woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;That know my name&lt;br /&gt;But don't you worry, no&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy to keep on moving city to city&lt;br /&gt;Just get up and go&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br 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always remember&lt;br /&gt;(Worldwide)&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, girl, you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, London, Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;It's just one thing that I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can hardly take another goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Baby, won't be long&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I'm waiting on&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone, woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll be thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;That know my name&lt;br /&gt;But don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/worldwide-big-time-rush-d.html' title='Worldwide - Big Time Rush + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2EDCpDXMowc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5893948250247152543</id><published>2011-12-21T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:00:57.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~20/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What's overweight, distraught and finds comfort in dying before next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) I woke up at 10 o'clock. I know this precisely 'cause we were supposed to leave for home at &lt;i&gt;nine thirty&lt;/i&gt;. I know, right? Kinda super late, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke my sister up and we quickly freshened up (not to mention, pressured my brother and his friends to do the same). We then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed McD's at the outlet near our house. Quite unfortunately, the idiots there didn't take my order, so I was made to share my sister's McChicken burger. Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning home, I busied myself with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used the computer to download more stuff. Movies, I mean. Ooh, I rewatched episodes from Kimi ni Todoke Season 2 (since it's the only season I have -.-). I was also reading manga whilst watching that. I was reading Skip Beat, Koukou Debut and perusing other works from Yuu Watase. That's the authoress and artist of Fushigi Yuugi by the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened. At around 5 something, I went out to 8P Concept with my sister to get some stuff for my Christmas baking. Spent a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, a lot is A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting that done, I had an early dinner with my sister at the organic shop near my house. Shared two dishes with my sister with an iced soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I'm currently really engrossed in A Cinderella Story: Once Upon A Song, so I might not be paying 100% attention when I'm writing this. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Castle up until just now 'cause I absolutely think that the sixth episode of the fourth season is FUREAKYY(??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had shake later in the night because I was hungry like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about it for today. I've got nothing else important to tell. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5893948250247152543?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5893948250247152543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5893948250247152543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5893948250247152543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5893948250247152543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/20122011.html' title='~20/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6903719292260044404</id><published>2011-12-21T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:06:06.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~19/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What was the 19th's million-dollar question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) Today I woke up at either 7 something or 8 something. I can't remember, precisely. I was really sleepy but my sister insisted on my waking up. I hated it. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with my gramps, sister, brother and his friends at Kashmir. I had &lt;i&gt;roti canai&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the others had other stuff. Can't remember exactly what everybody else had so I'll just leave that detail out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned after eating. Not long after, my sister and aunt went to send my brother and his friends to Sunway. My mind's all foggy trying to remember what I did, but I can't, so I'm just gonna take a stab and say that I was using my iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's most probably the case, 'cause either that, or I was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I think that's more likely, because they were showing the E! News Specials. They were showing a short clip of Britney Spears' current life, then the specials for Taylor Swift (which I've watched before) and then the Jonas Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't finish the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother and all that came back, I had already finished bathing because we were headed out for a church presentation at Glad Tidings later. We arrived at our destination at 7 something nearing 8. The presentation started not long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finishing of the presentation was very satisfying. I liked the whole concept of the UV lights and glowing gloves. They also used the song that Sean first introduced to us, "Who Am I" by Casting Crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went home, we ordered pizza in and had a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, we watched Transformers: Dark of the Moon with everyone-minus-aunt-and-uncle. Yeah~ Then, we went to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then. 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I woke up fairly late again, today. My mom was the one who woke me up and related my whole schedule for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was crushed when she said that I wouldn't be able to go to KL Festival City for the half-hour concert because I was to have a lesson with Madame S that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my mom to replace it with another day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad of me, I know, but hey, whatever. I wanted to go to KL Festival City no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after my mom finished her classes, we set off to Festival City. We chilled around in the office first before the concert started at 2:30p.m. Prior to that, my sister and aunt went to Tomei to look at all their silver gold stuff: rings, necklaces, ear rings et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended at 3 o'clock and after my mom treated her students to Gelato Fruity, we went to eat lunch at some kopitiam place. I think it was called Ka Fei Dian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. Should be that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, after lunch, we chilled around a little more - I got my usual Hot&amp;amp;Roll - and then we went home. I can't recall what happened at home, but at around 6 something, we went to OverTime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? We were having dinner with my sister's violin teacher and her family-minus-husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright. My dinner was the venison dish again. I'm absolutely in love with it :P After that, my sister, her violin teacher's daughter (very voluptuous, by the way) and I went to Tutti Frutti for ice cream. I had a vanilla cup, my sister had a choco cup and her violin teacher's daughter, Liu Yi had a green apple cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ We mixed some toppings into our ice cream and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my ice cream, we went back, chatted some more, then left with my aunt, uncle and grandpa (who had just come to pick us up from attending a concert) because we were spending two nights at our grandparents' home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoops, I forgot to mention that my brother's two friends also came along because they were headed to Sunway Pyramid the next day to get to Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways~ at our grandparents' place, after watching Around The World In 80 Days with my sister on my iPad, we went to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, then. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~#~#~#~#~#~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Chucks!! You're the youngest in our form (in our year) but you certainly don't act like it. I'm still glad I met you when I did, though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a really good friend and I know we've had our ups and downs but in my heart and mind, you'll always be one of my top friends :) I hope you find comfort in knowing I don't think I've ever thought bad about you before :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something to be TOO proud of, but it's still something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your hopes and dreams come true, and I look forward to spending our senior year with you and the rest of our friends. I hope that even after our times in high school is up, we'll be able to keep in touch just as much as in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3333727865537100155?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3333727865537100155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3333727865537100155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3333727865537100155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3333727865537100155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/18122011.html' title='~18/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1752070186545009390</id><published>2011-12-17T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:36:07.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~16/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is your favourite theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;i&gt;In vain I have struggled. It will not do&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~#~#~#~#~#~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11 something today. Not a very good thing to be doing, considering I've got to start waking up at 5:45a.m again in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. &lt;i&gt;Two weeks&lt;/i&gt;. It doesn't really register until you say it aloud and realize that two weeks is just fourteen days, right? After Christmas it'll just fleet past and before you know it, I'm 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't dwell too much on the subject, however. I want to savour what little time I have left of the holidays before I'm forced to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my shake today. Been skimping on that. Don't breathe a word of it to my mom, please? :P I had fried rice for lunch. Not much, though. Even then, my mom said I shouldn't have eaten quite so much since I was having a finer dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I finally decided to watch the BBC version of Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice that we bought back from Singapore when I was there on my 10-day trip, visiting my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 4:45p.m, I was sent to bathe because I was told we would be leaving for KLCC in a matter of utmost urgency. Well, I wouldn't call it quite so urgent, it's just that my sister was supposed to be there since she's performing in the MPYO as CONCERT MASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you saw that right. She was invited to be the concert master for the occasion. We were very surprised, as we never thought that would happen (not to say I'm belittling my sister's talent, but... ah... oh well :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the second half much better than the first. They played some 4-movement Cornish stuff that I guess a person like me would never enjoy at all. The concert ended at 10:55p.m and we then journeyed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been stuck in my sister's room, multitasking between reviewing my recently-finished book, Me And Mr Darcy, and posting about the 16th whilst watching the BBC Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Happy birthday, Daddy :) Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1752070186545009390?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1752070186545009390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1752070186545009390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1752070186545009390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1752070186545009390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/16122011.html' title='~16/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6212668525361091390</id><published>2011-12-17T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:03:01.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Me And Mr Darcy - Alexandra Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzh1YppIDeU/Tur1UZ1wGwI/AAAAAAAAA0s/xAtbU1WRg_o/s1600/me+and+mr+darcy" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzh1YppIDeU/Tur1UZ1wGwI/AAAAAAAAA0s/xAtbU1WRg_o/s320/me+and+mr+darcy" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EUWdbZ0Dvk/Tur1U0blklI/AAAAAAAAA0w/LftyeeMEtW0/s1600/Me-and-Mr-Darcy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EUWdbZ0Dvk/Tur1U0blklI/AAAAAAAAA0w/LftyeeMEtW0/s1600/Me-and-Mr-Darcy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. I'm on a book-review spree at the current moment. Especially since I've come in possession with three whole books to call my own. Despite having thought that I was duped into buying "A Kiss At Midnight" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this book was written by Alexandra Potter (also the authoress of "Who's That Girl?", and "Be Careful What You Wish For" amongst other works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of our many young literature-loving readers definitely know (and believe, I think), Mr Darcy is almost every Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice fan's dream companion. He's good-looking, wealthy, a man of impeccable behaviour, and as gentlemanly as a man can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, what excuse could Emily Albright possibly conjure in order to miss out on a chance to go on a Jane Austen book tour? Albeit it was out of pure luck that she should've seen it in an ad in the local newspaper (trying to think of a reason to NOT follow her best friend Stella to spend her holiday partying in Cancun), she did not doubt she would enjoy the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she? It was, after all, a &lt;i&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt; book tour. She absolutely loved Jane Austen as well as her characters (proven by her love for Mr Darcy, whom she professed was her first love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all kind of turns (and flops) upside down when she meets Spike Hargreaves, a &lt;i&gt;The Daily Times &lt;/i&gt;reporter who was supposed to interview all the participants of the tour about why Mr Darcy was voted the kind of person ladies most want to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their paths crossed, and everything in his character (from his hot French girlfriend, &lt;i&gt;Emmanuelle&lt;/i&gt;, to his outrageous behaviour the whole duration of the tour) assured Emily Albright that he was the most disagreeable man she'd ever known in her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can see where this is going :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I guess I can say I pretty much enjoyed reading this. The idea in which this story is based on was very well-planned indeed and though the story's flow might not have been &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; smooth (only in my opinion) and at times, can be quite confusing, generally I think it was an enjoyable read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's through this story that you really find that although Mr Darcy is &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; literature-loving woman's dreamy, fantasy and ideal man, unless you are a woman in that era, such a relationship would never, in a million years, work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then :) This is about all I dare say for now. Should you any inclination of reading this book, I shan't despair you by stopping you in any way at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6212668525361091390?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6212668525361091390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6212668525361091390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6212668525361091390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6212668525361091390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-and-mr-darcy-alexandra-potter.html' title='Me And Mr Darcy - Alexandra Potter'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzh1YppIDeU/Tur1UZ1wGwI/AAAAAAAAA0s/xAtbU1WRg_o/s72-c/me+and+mr+darcy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5073235140185215176</id><published>2011-12-15T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:37:47.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>A Kiss At Midnight - Eloisa James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLxtMnKdJ24/TujH5a0ZouI/AAAAAAAAA0c/NkjT9XkBNLY/s1600/a+kiss+at+midnigh" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLxtMnKdJ24/TujH5a0ZouI/AAAAAAAAA0c/NkjT9XkBNLY/s320/a+kiss+at+midnigh" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCd3XE1ydt0/TujH6BuPtiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tPrch6clcVA/s1600/a+kiss+at+midnight" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCd3XE1ydt0/TujH6BuPtiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tPrch6clcVA/s320/a+kiss+at+midnight" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the books I bought when I was out with Dellie on the 13th. It's called "A Kiss At Midnight" and was written by Eloisa James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Regency tale tells the story of young (do you consider a 23-year-old young?) Katherine "Kate" Daltry. As this story takes after Cinderella, you can imagine her parents are indeed dead. She has no other living relatives except for her stepmother, Mariana - whom her father married not long after her mother's death - and stepsister, Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Kate was treated no more than a girl that did housework. Her mother's dowry became Mariana's - and therefore, Victoria's - and the new missus drove almost everybody out of the estate. So "herself" (as they address her) became the authority of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was enough to drive Kate absolutely bananas, don't you agree? Didn't help at all when Mariana decided on her own that Kate was to masquerade as her stepsister, Victoria (since she had a swelling lip) to have dinner with her betrothed, Sir Algernon "Algie" Bennet (also known as Lord Dimsdale) and his royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, at first, Kate refused with all her might. They had a verbal argument until finally, Kate relented. Only because she actually cared for Victoria, though, since she was nothing like Mariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ball, Kate meets Algie's family, which also includes his uncle, the prince. Instantly, she decides he's anything but charming. And, since Kate Daltry was certainly no romantic (she didn't believe in happily ever afters either), she also takes it upon herself to not mind his presence at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, it didn't work. Gabriel, the prince, was possessive and he wanted Kate. Not a very good idea, since he's already promised to another princess. A Russian princess, to be exact, with a humongous dowry, which he needed (and agreed to marry her for) because the castle came with high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied off the back cover of James' book, a clash of wits and wills ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Kate and Gabriel eventually fall in love, but I shan't ruin the "surprise". I'll leave that for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I did NOT know that when I found this book in the romance section, it would actually be one of those full-fledged romance stories with vivid descriptions of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~ I can't even type it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, with one eye closed and another just enjoying the verbal insults and exchanges, this is really a nice book. Concept of Cinderella &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; there, obviously, though Eloisa James has done her fair share in adding a few of her own ideas as well as omitting the original's ideas where she sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her godmother as well :P Nothing magical, particularly, but fun all the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find this book in all bookstores, I think -.- I found this in the Women's Fiction section in MPH, though. Borders probably has it in the Young Adult's Fiction section. Times and Kinokuniya has it in the Romance section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen the book in the second front-cover image I posted above, though -.- Only the blue one with the glass slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, that's about it :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5073235140185215176?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5073235140185215176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5073235140185215176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5073235140185215176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5073235140185215176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss-at-midnight-eloisa-james.html' title='A Kiss At Midnight - Eloisa James'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLxtMnKdJ24/TujH5a0ZouI/AAAAAAAAA0c/NkjT9XkBNLY/s72-c/a+kiss+at+midnigh' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4936204293002440878</id><published>2011-12-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:52:40.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~13/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Have you sinned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) Today I woke up at 7:30a.m because of my alarm. I was gonna get up and get dressed, but my aunt asked me to sleep until 8 because it'd be stupid to wake up early when I was only going out at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I slept till 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, I drank my shake and all that, bathed and everything, packed my bag, then waited for Dellie and her mom to pick me up. We were going to Mid Valley to catch a movie and hang out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they came to get me, we went to Mid Valley where we spent breakfast eating at McD's. I got the big breakfast a la carte whilst Dellie had a fillet burger set. Then we got the 11:10a.m show for Arthur Christmas. Yes, I watched it again. But, in my defense, I was watching Puss in Boots later on too (which Dellie has already watched) so it's a give-and-take thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Pizza Hut after the movie. Walked around then caught the 3:30p.m Puss in Boots movie. I absolutely loved it. I mean, I was anticipating it since my brother liked it, but this really made my day. I'm so happy I watched it. Can't wait to download it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Tokyo Shokudo on the Ground Floor. That was after we went to Borders at Gardens. We perused their collection of books before I concluded buying the Virals book I was eyeing since that day in Kinokuniya (which my sister refused to let me buy because she insisted my getting it from MPH). Except the MPH card doesn't offer discounts on the books, they give me points. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to be fair, I only bought the Virals book because it was to be 50% off if I got another book with the same sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dellie found Clockwork Prince :P So since they both had the sticker, we both paid for it. I signed up for the Borders card too. Mwahaha. So, technically, I've got an MPH card, a Popular card and a Borders card. All that's left now is Times :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also bought A Kiss at Midnight in MPH prior to watching the first movie, by the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from after all that and then continued to download manga to stuff in my iPad to watch the following day. I chose Mekakushi no Kuni (another of Tsukuba Sakura's works). I actually knew of that manga from Sakura but I didn't finish it before this so... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting for all 40 chapters to download, I read A Kiss At Midnight :) Will review it when I'm done. That's about it for today :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I didn't know about the MPH's Readers' Circle. I feel like a boob. Next time, I'll read there :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4936204293002440878?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4936204293002440878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4936204293002440878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4936204293002440878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4936204293002440878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/13122011.html' title='~13/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4902470199819805038</id><published>2011-12-14T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:14:55.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga Review'/><title type='text'>Penguin Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0nugk-CybI/Tug5wHB9M4I/AAAAAAAAA0M/PXIOXcFMOro/s1600/Penguin_Revolution_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0nugk-CybI/Tug5wHB9M4I/AAAAAAAAA0M/PXIOXcFMOro/s320/Penguin_Revolution_1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn4Op44Ou_Q/Tug5wsxfqcI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_Hn4QOG19yM/s1600/penguin_revolution_ch2_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn4Op44Ou_Q/Tug5wsxfqcI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_Hn4QOG19yM/s320/penguin_revolution_ch2_cover.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopdie-doo, this is the manga I was typing about in my previous posts. This one's called Penguin Revolution, written and illustrated by one of my newly-found favourite artistes, Tsukuba Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACOCK is an entertainment company - technically a talent agency, really - and its star rankings are divided into three levels. We have the Number 1 (the agency's top talent), the Crows (this category consists of 10 people according to their overall performances) and then we have the Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins are the lowest ranked in PEACOCK. They are looked down upon and in the manga, it was also clearly stated that they aren't even qualified to have awards et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Cruel, yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Fujimaru Yukari has a very irresponsible father who left her, with no notice at all, after his newly-built company went bankrupt. In fact, Yukari would've been left to sleep on park benches had she not caught one of PEACOCK's talents in her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say "caught"? It's 'cause Katsuragi Ryou is a 17-year-old masquerading as a girl. She is, actually, a &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;. Naturally, Yukari is more than surprised and shocked to have discovered that. Nonetheless, had she not, she wouldn't have been offered a job as Ryou's manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accepts, needless to say. Doesn't sound to bad, eh? It's just a job as a manager anyway. No big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... except &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;has to masquerade as a guy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, PEACOCK is that kind of company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that sounded way WORSE than what it is actually is. It's just that the company has this kind of... weird policy that all the talents in the agency has to wear disguises in order to protect the company's confidentiality, as well as the talents' privacy when they are just normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, topsy-turvy everywhere and all over the place :) I personally liked this manga. The only bad thing about it, in my opinion, is that I wished the ending would've been more elaborate. Honestly, they should've prolonged the ending and make it take up one whole chapter instead of a few pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to manga and anime :) MWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read this manga at &lt;a href="http://www.mangaeden.com/"&gt;www.mangaeden.com&lt;/a&gt;. Manga Eden is much better than Manga Fox when it comes to its library (Manga Fox doesn't support licensed manga but Manga Eden does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4902470199819805038?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4902470199819805038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4902470199819805038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4902470199819805038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4902470199819805038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/penguin-revolution.html' title='Penguin Revolution'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0nugk-CybI/Tug5wHB9M4I/AAAAAAAAA0M/PXIOXcFMOro/s72-c/Penguin_Revolution_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4913203024666554976</id><published>2011-12-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:44:05.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo へ</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Is eccentricity a defect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) I blogged about the 9th, 10th and 11th in the previous post, by the way :) Before getting into the details of today's events, I'd like to wish one of my very good friends a very happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Cleo! You're probably the youngest person I know (apart from Dellie but that one doesn't really count, does it? :P) in our form. I want you to know that you are a very annoying and irritating person the minute you open your mouth :P But that's also one of your very strong and good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past... (starts counting)... eight years have been very rocky-road for all of us, but I'm glad to say that you've been a constant friend to me :) I mean, like I said, you're annoying, but I guess I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, may your wishes and dreams come true. I hope you have a very wonderful birthday and I look forward to seeing you again next year (I think :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~#~#~#~#~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, it just happened today and I can't remember -.- Anyways, all I remember is that one of the first things I did today was wish Cleo happy birthday via phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have my shake today, although I did have some Essence of Knowledge -.- Bleghh~ Ooh, now I remember what I did. Spent the whole of my morning/afternoon writing that poem. It's part of the Ed board assignment I got from Josh. Have to at least start before I become a mad woman on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the deadline is on the 31st? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;i&gt;mi sua&lt;/i&gt; for lunch before going out to play with the two dogs again :) I set an alarm with my phone at 1:51p.m because my mom was having students again at 2 so the dogs have to be chained and caged before they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much for Snuffly, but Peps has to be in the cage or she'll run out the gates like a lunatic, looking like a mutated rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Peps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3k4pAcs5Vk/TuYDw-Yn2LI/AAAAAAAAA0E/awCMYhOw0GA/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3k4pAcs5Vk/TuYDw-Yn2LI/AAAAAAAAA0E/awCMYhOw0GA/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how bald she is, just in case you were wondering :) I was supposed to upload that picture eons ago but I kept forgetting. It'll take a while for her fur to grow back, but at least her problems would've been gone with time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was mostly just me using my sister's laptop to read manga. I've been obsessed with Tsukuba Sakura's works. She is an excellent and superb artist. I love her drawing style. The manga I'm currently reading is called Penguin Revolution. Not the best title to bestow upon a manga, but it's the story I'm interested in, not the title. If something was to be judged solely on its title alone, nobody would read Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today. Had the same thing for dinner what I had for lunch. But this time I had corn flakes too :P Am looking forward to tomorrow because I'll be out with Dellie watching movies :) Mwahaha. I finally get to watch Puss in Boots!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1963269416"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1963269417"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4913203024666554976?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4913203024666554976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4913203024666554976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4913203024666554976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4913203024666554976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/cleo.html' title='Cleo へ'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3k4pAcs5Vk/TuYDw-Yn2LI/AAAAAAAAA0E/awCMYhOw0GA/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2372972381270865180</id><published>2011-12-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:35:54.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~11/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Which came first: the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) Blogged about the two previous days in the previous posts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wake up early again today -.- Aiseh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had shake for breakfast this time. I was in my sister's room using her laptop. I wanted to finish reading Beauty Pop :) I've read it before but I wanted to read it again. It's a manga, just in case you were wondering. I've reviewed it before. You can read it &lt;a href="http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-pop.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went downstairs to discuss with my mom where to have lunch. Eventually decided on one place. Went there with my mom, brother and my ex-teacher. Lunch wasn't that bad, but since the management changed hands, the place was so bare. Scarce of customers. It was much better before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back after lunch and used either the laptop or computer again. I forgot which one it was, okay? Sheesh. Let my two dogs out in the garden sometime in the evening. The two of them are just so cute when they're playing with each other. Snuffles doesn't like it when Peps goes near her though -.- Understandable, since that retard always annoys her -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Snuffly, she's better now. More hyper and all that. Our maid managed to get her to eat, but only if you put one of those dog treats into her bowl -.- Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the whole family and my ex-teacher again. Dinner was alright. Fun. Lots of entertainment. Someone held a wedding dinner there, that's why. Not to mention someone in the next room was karaoke-ing. I think I nearly went deaf when the girl screeched the high-pitched notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my sister back after dinner before heading back ourselves. I watched Eragon before sleeping :) That's about it for today. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2372972381270865180?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2372972381270865180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2372972381270865180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2372972381270865180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2372972381270865180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/11122011.html' title='~11/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1578695171893506729</id><published>2011-12-12T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:15:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~10/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What makes a good poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) I posted about the previous day in the previous post, by the way. I decided it was time to rekindle to blogging spirit before I never do -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 -.- Not good, I know, but to be fair, I slept very late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's no excuse, but it'll have to do for now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had only 2 hours before my English tuition with the Madame, I did her work first. It was to find out what Robert Browning was doing and how he was feeling when he wrote "My Last Duchess". It's an absolutely fantastic poem. I love that poem a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I haven't read many poems so I'm not qualified to say anything like it being my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My Last Duchess" - Robert Browning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking as if she were alive. I call&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Worked busily a day, and there she stands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strangers like you that pictured countenance,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The depth and passion of its earnest glance,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But to myself they turned (since none puts by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How such a glance came there; so, not the first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her husband’s presence only, called that spot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must never hope to reproduce the faint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For calling up that spot of joy. She had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dropping of the daylight in the West,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bough of cherries some officious fool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She rode with round the terrace—all and each&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would draw from her alike the approving speech,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This sort of trifling? Even had you skill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The company below, then. I repeat,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Count your master’s known munificence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is ample warrant that no just pretence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, right? It's got a lot of meaning too :) But you gotta read between the lines and all that. Absolutely fantastique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after doing that, I did my Theory work. Bleghh~ Class was at 2:30p.m today because Madame came late. There was a lot of confusion regarding the time and whatnot -.- Lesson went well, nonetheless. Shortly before 4 o'clock, my brother came back from his driving school. He had just finished his 5-hour lecture at Surfine. He needs to go back for the test on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm too scared to think what he'll do once he gets behind the wheel. I don't wanna die so fast. I've got a long life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame left at 4:30p.m, so I had to bloody rush to finish my Theory work, then go off to the office for my class. Lesson was okay. I got more homework, but it'll be alright for me because I won't be having lessons with them till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my family dinners et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I went back home where I used the computer for a while before we all went out for dinner with my grandpa, aunt and uncle from PJ. Had it at the restaurant near the Shell station. Nice, as always. We then went to buy &lt;i&gt;apung&lt;/i&gt; from the night market after dinner then proceeded to send my sister off to Bangi for her camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go but I stayed at home. She probably resents me a little for that, but oh well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep at 12 something :) That's it for the 10th. Will blog about yesterday in the next post :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1578695171893506729?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1578695171893506729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1578695171893506729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1578695171893506729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1578695171893506729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/10122011.html' title='~10/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8167509850592150882</id><published>2011-12-12T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:34:24.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~09/12/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is insensitivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) Yes, I've finally decided to blog again. Makes it easier on me to blog on-the-go and I didn't like using my iPad to blog so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you guessed it. I am currently using my sister's laptop. Sorry I logged out of your Google account, Che :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post is about Friday. I woke up late, as usual, and I can't remember if I had shake for breakfast or not -.- That's happening quite frequently lately. Me not having my shake, I mean. Since the Singapore trip I've been a very bad girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I also can't remember what I had for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enter: first bar of Beethoven's 5th*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~ Well, I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; remember what happened the rest of the day. Probably because it involved me booking tickets for a movie whilst my sister attended a concert later on. Wanted Puss In Boots so badly but the only showtime they had that day was 5:15p.m (which was the time I logged on to check -.-) and 9:20p.m (which would've been too late). Tried checking the 3D one but it did nothing to help because the only showtime they had for that was at 11 something and unless my sister was planning to leave me in KLCC that night, it wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next hour or so, I was on YouTube, checking trailers of all the possible movies I could watch whilst my sister was in DFP. Finally settled on Arthur Christmas, since it seemed the most suitable for me. (New Year's Eve was reserved for when I was with my family and I wasn't keen on The Muppets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used my sister's credit card (cheh~ :P) to buy the tickets online first. Not long after, I took a bath and we left for KLCC. First thing we did was meet up with Pascal, who was also attending the concert with my sister. After we got him, we went to the food court to have a light dinner. I had my usual Meatball Carbonara from Cafe Milano. My sister didn't eat anything. Pascal had McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left them halfway because I had to collect my ticket. It was 8:00++ at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the ticket... -.- boy, was it dramatic. Okay, it went like this: I went up to the ticket counter and all that, got out my iPad (because I had keyed in all the numbers I thought would be of importance when I was going to collect the ticket), and showed him all of them so he could pick the right one and gimme my ticket, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the numbers turned out void. I have no friggin' idea what the hell was wrong with it. I even showed him my sister's credit card but no reservations were made with that card, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I was left with no movie ticket and I paid RM15 for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I had to purchase another ticket for the same movie at the same time for RM14. Complete waste of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama don't end there, of course -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had half an hour to spare, so I just stood around one of the pillars there and watched the trailers they were showing. Just then, I felt the urge to check my mail. I knew that after booking the stuff I'd get an email because that's what the website said, right? But they had already given me some info after I reserved the ticket online, so I thought the email would just be a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, you could imagine my relief-cum-shock when I saw the Booking ID (which was what the guy what asking for). Immediately, I went up to the counter again and tried to clear things up with the dude. The convo went somewhere among these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The Booking ID you're talking about is this, right? (shows him the iPad email)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeah, it's this one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it too late to change?? (at this point, the guy's already shaking his head)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Sorry, miss, I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please, please, please, just this once? (at &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;point, he's looking around)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Let me check. (he leaves the counter and talks with some guy) Give me your ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my ticket, he keyed in the Booking ID into the computer, then gave me my ticket and the RM14 I paid. I thanked him endless and then went for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo~ I felt like a complete boob for not opening the mail first -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema, I switched my phone off (like EVERYBODY should do, instead of just switching their phones to silent mode, when watching a movie) and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was alright. Funny, at the very least. But I didn't know until yesterday that James McAvoy was the voice of Arthur. Haha. So cute :P Oh, and Hugh Laurie was the voice of his brother, Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at around 10:21p.m and after getting out of the cinema, I switched my phone on. Not long after, I got a message from my sister saying Pascal was an ass. Instantly I thought, &lt;i&gt;Oh my God, what did that bastard do now?&lt;/i&gt; as I made my way to DFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was already done. We hung around a little more before leaving for home. That was when my sister told me what Pascal did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, used my iPad for a while, then went to sleep :) That's about it for today. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Honestly, I know you're eccentric, but there should be a limit to how insensitive you can be, you know? Don't use your over-exaggerated eccentricity to mask your stupidity, understand? Don't act so high-and-mighty just because you have a few merits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8167509850592150882?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8167509850592150882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8167509850592150882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8167509850592150882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8167509850592150882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/09122011.html' title='~09/12/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7400134784856184750</id><published>2011-12-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:42:55.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>We Are Young - Glee + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ul-pLYo5MJ8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a second I&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my story straight&lt;br /&gt;My friends are in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Getting higher than the empire state&lt;br /&gt;My lover she's waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Just across the bar&lt;br /&gt;My seats been taken by some sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Asking 'bout a scar&lt;br /&gt;And I know I gave it to you months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;But between the drinks and subtle things&lt;br /&gt;The holes in my apologies&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm trying hard to take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if by the time the bar closes&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;All that you got&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I&lt;br /&gt;I just thought maybe we could find a ways to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;But our friends in back&lt;br /&gt;So let's raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Cause I found someone to carry me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's the set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just carry me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Carry me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just carry me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is on my side&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to run&lt;br /&gt;So will someone come and carry me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;The angels never arrived&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear the choir&lt;br /&gt;So will someone come and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;We can burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if by the time the bar closes&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gdll52jx1z5ik8m"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?gdll52jx1z5ik8m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7400134784856184750?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7400134784856184750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7400134784856184750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7400134784856184750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7400134784856184750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-young-glee-d.html' title='We Are Young - Glee + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ul-pLYo5MJ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5660005707633604038</id><published>2011-12-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:51:34.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Euterpe - EGOIST *Guilty Crown* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MnIifxFwRkE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saita no no hana yo&lt;br /&gt;Aa douka oshiete okure&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa naze kizutsuke atte&lt;br /&gt;Arasou no deshou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rin to saku hanabi&lt;br /&gt;Soko kara nani ga mieru&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa naze yurushiau koto&lt;br /&gt;Dekinai no deshou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame ga sugite natsu wa&lt;br /&gt;Ao wo utsushita&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu ni natte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiisaku yureta&lt;br /&gt;Watashi no mae de&lt;br /&gt;Nani mo iwazu ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karete yuku tomo ni&lt;br /&gt;Omae wa nani wo omou&lt;br /&gt;Kotoba omotanu sono hade nanto&lt;br /&gt;Ai wo tsutaeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsu no hi wa kagette&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ga nabiita&lt;br /&gt;Futatsu kasanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikita akashi wo&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa utao&lt;br /&gt;Na mo naki mono no tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?s3lavvm1cyl2c02"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?s3lavvm1cyl2c02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5660005707633604038?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5660005707633604038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5660005707633604038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5660005707633604038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5660005707633604038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/euterpe-egoist-guilty-crown-d.html' title='Euterpe - EGOIST *Guilty Crown* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MnIifxFwRkE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-96626029078191416</id><published>2011-12-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:31:58.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Ours - Taylor Swift + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LZ34LlaIk88" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevator buttons and morning air&lt;br /&gt;Strangers' silence makes me wanna take &lt;br /&gt;the stairs&lt;br /&gt;If you were here we'd laugh about their &lt;br /&gt;vacant stares&lt;br /&gt;But right now, my time is theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there's always someone who &lt;br /&gt;disapproves&lt;br /&gt;They'll judge it like they know about me &lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;And the verdict comes from those with &lt;br /&gt;nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;The jury's out, but my choice is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;The stakes are high&lt;br /&gt;The waters rough&lt;br /&gt;But this love is ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what people have up &lt;br /&gt;their sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at &lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss &lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care, cause right now you're &lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll say don't you worry your pretty&amp;nbsp;little mind&lt;br /&gt;People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;The stakes are high&lt;br /&gt;The waters rough&lt;br /&gt;But this love is ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not theirs to speculate&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong and your hands are tough &lt;br /&gt;but they are where mine belong and&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight their doubt and give you faith &lt;br /&gt;with this song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love the gap between your teeth&lt;br /&gt;And I love the riddles that you speak&lt;br /&gt;And any snide remarks from my father &lt;br /&gt;about your tattoos will be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take what's ours&lt;br /&gt;They can't take what's ours&lt;br /&gt;The stakes are high&lt;br /&gt;The waters rough&lt;br /&gt;But this love is ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?glfmobmoll4ld8w"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?glfmobmoll4ld8w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Nothing belongs to me. Support Taylor Swift by buying her stuff :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-96626029078191416?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/96626029078191416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=96626029078191416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/96626029078191416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/96626029078191416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/ours-taylor-swift-d.html' title='Ours - Taylor Swift + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LZ34LlaIk88/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4060003714928254583</id><published>2011-12-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:30:32.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Wherever You Will Go - Boyce Avenue *The Calling* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s_BU8YCjV1M" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, been wondering&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a greater wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;And fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Then between the sand and stone&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;A way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;And fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Well then I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my hope&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?b9rl8lrac9xzbld"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?b9rl8lrac9xzbld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Everything does not belong to me. The lyrics were lifted off www.elyrics.net so you can go there if you want to find more music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4060003714928254583?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4060003714928254583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4060003714928254583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4060003714928254583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4060003714928254583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/12/wherever-you-will-go-boyce-avenue.html' title='Wherever You Will Go - Boyce Avenue *The Calling* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s_BU8YCjV1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5548062169987181753</id><published>2011-11-26T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:51:23.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~24/11/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Why is blood thicker than water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long-awaited post -_- Unfortunately, I can't really remember what happened on the 23rd. I just know about the 24th and 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the 24th, we woke up at 10 something. Bathed and got dressed then went downstairs to grab some breakfast. My sister got Subway and I got half-boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Subway too~~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, at first, had to go for rehearsals with her other friends, but thanks to someone who called in sick, rehearsals were cancelled. Instead, she studied Jap with me. She had a test at 1 o'clock so she wanted to get as much as possible down before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 something, she sent me off to Kent Ridge Road because Guam invited me to her house for a baking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting for me too because that meant I was going to be using the MRT alone for the first time. The experience was great. I couldn't stop smiling like some stupid idiot who's never ridden on an MRT before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Singapore's public transport. You don't get stuff like that in Malaysia -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the MRT ride, I waited for about 5 minutes before Guam got me. We then went for lunch in a nearby place. I had some meehoon stuff that she recommended. Halfway through, I met my sister's other friend, Law. Not long after, we were joined by Pascal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went shopping for ingredients. At around 3 something, we went back to Guam's house and chilled around for a while. Played the piano whilst Pascal played some game on his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started baking. Well, I did most of the ingredient mixing, but Law and Pascal helped to whisk the eggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister joined us soon after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time it came out of the oven, it wasn't cooked enough -_- Second time it went in, it wasn't cooked enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the third time worked. We definitely gave up :P It didn't taste too bad, though. After eating, we chilled a little more, watching videos and all that, before heading out for dinner. We had dinner at this &lt;i&gt;dim sum&lt;/i&gt; place. Nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to PGP and watched Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood till 2 something :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5548062169987181753?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5548062169987181753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5548062169987181753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5548062169987181753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5548062169987181753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/24112011.html' title='~24/11/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-220936088159145323</id><published>2011-11-23T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:04:10.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime Review'/><title type='text'>Mayo Chiki!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLOlKDrR5w/TsyXzwMGN_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/7pPVItN0Hzs/s1600/mayo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLOlKDrR5w/TsyXzwMGN_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/7pPVItN0Hzs/s1600/mayo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCj1vIVRQAk/TsyX0U1iBEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zUajLTe35XQ/s1600/mayo+chiki%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCj1vIVRQAk/TsyX0U1iBEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zUajLTe35XQ/s320/mayo+chiki%2521.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie :) Another anime review after a long time. This was one of the more recent ones that I fairly liked. It's called Mayo Chiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakamachi Kinji is your average 17-year-old who attends school like every other normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なんてね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anime would allow for such a lame ass story line where the main character is an average person living a normal life. Unlike other "normal people", Kinji has gynophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea what the eff that is, it's a fear towards females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, this wimp is scared of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say he's actually scared of them, but more like his condition prevents him from going anywhere near them. This sickness causes him to suffer from a nose bleed every time he comes into physical contact with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there's the all-popular Suzutsuki Kanade, the very rich single daughter of the high school principal, and her butler, Konoe Subaru, who is loved by all the girls in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;know, however, is the fact that Subaru is actually a very real girl. Kinji just had very bad luck finding out when he accidentally walks in on her in the boys' bathroom - so technically, it ain't even his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't care, nonetheless, so now, he's always being kept a close eye on by Subaru and Kanade because Subaru was only allowed to be a butler (which is obviously so because butlers are always male) on the condition that no one found out about her real gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, that's pretty much how the story goes. This show is quite nice. The first episode might be a bit... pervy, though, just to warn you in case you decide to watch it. Even so, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakamachi Kinjirou *Hino Satoshi*&lt;br /&gt;- Saito (Zero no Tsukaima)&lt;br /&gt;- Yuji (Shakugan no Shana)&lt;br /&gt;- Koichi (Kimikiss Pure Rouge)&lt;br /&gt;- Koichi (Nabari no Ou)&lt;br /&gt;- Riken (Otome Youkai Zakuro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konoe Subaru *Iguchi Yuka*&lt;br /&gt;- Enri (Fractale)&lt;br /&gt;- Tsukihi (Bakemonogatari)&lt;br /&gt;- Sakura (Otome Youkai Zakuro)&lt;br /&gt;- Kaede (Nyan Koi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-220936088159145323?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/220936088159145323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=220936088159145323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/220936088159145323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/220936088159145323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/mayo-chiki.html' title='Mayo Chiki!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLOlKDrR5w/TsyXzwMGN_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/7pPVItN0Hzs/s72-c/mayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2549668118380547742</id><published>2011-11-23T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:48:16.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime Review'/><title type='text'>Astarotte no Omocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVjFpFAmLTE/TsyTfKEKhmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kGHqbiLIJ6Q/s1600/asta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVjFpFAmLTE/TsyTfKEKhmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kGHqbiLIJ6Q/s1600/asta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAQocWQaheQ/TsyTfwA1RdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LKIIJnRm-k0/s1600/astar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAQocWQaheQ/TsyTfwA1RdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LKIIJnRm-k0/s320/astar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I reviewed any of the animes I watched, so I'm just going to review the ones I've watched before, but never really got around to reviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been out for quite some time now. They're in stores too, but I didn't buy it because I watched everything online. This one's called Astarotte no Omocha, which literally translates to Astarotte's Toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells the story of a ten-year-old succubus princess, Astarotte (also known as Lotte), who has just come of age. In this anime, it is customary for a coming-of-age succubus to have a male harem. Quite unfortunately, due to an incident in previous years where Astarotte walked in on her mother and some other dude. Due to this, she is insistent that she will never have a male harem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since everyone around her was pestering her to have a male harem because it was her "duty" as a succubus princess, she relented on the condition that a human male joined the harem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, quite unfortunately for her, they managed to run into Tohara Naoya, whom, under very complicated circumstances, was brought to their world to be a part of Astarotte's harem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he brought his ten-year-old daughter, Asuha, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anime is... quite alright, except for the fact that I think it's twisted because of Naoya's past with Astarotte's mother, Mercelida. I hated Mercelida because she made Naoya part of HER harem too, which means Asuha is a product of their... err... togetherness -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~ That's just SO wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Naoya. He's nice and cute. But he's an asshole as well. They never end up together. It's animes like these - where the main character is just too friggin' young to "end up" with &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- that piss the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, that's just from my point of view. A few ecchi scenes here and there, but hey, animes nowadays are bound to have that sort of element in one way or another in them. Not a personal favourite, but I got by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the ending song, though, "Manatsu no Photograph". You would've seen it already if you've been diligently following my blog previously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astarotte Ygvar *Kugimiya Rie*&lt;br /&gt;- Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)&lt;br /&gt;- Shana (Shakugan no Shana)&lt;br /&gt;- Louise (Zero no Tsukaima)&lt;br /&gt;- Rizel (Rizelmine)&lt;br /&gt;- Hotaru (Gakuen Alice)&lt;br /&gt;- Taiga (Toradora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tohara Naoya *Sato Rina*&lt;br /&gt;- Negi (Negima! Master Negi Magi)&lt;br /&gt;- Ichijo (School Rumble)&lt;br /&gt;- Ibuki (Asu no Yoichi)&lt;br /&gt;- Mayu (Bleach)&lt;br /&gt;- Yumie (Seikon no Qwaser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2549668118380547742?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2549668118380547742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2549668118380547742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2549668118380547742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2549668118380547742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/astarotte-no-omocha.html' title='Astarotte no Omocha'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVjFpFAmLTE/TsyTfKEKhmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kGHqbiLIJ6Q/s72-c/asta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8656071208207127893</id><published>2011-11-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:29:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>サブウェイ</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What did you have for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still blogging. Don't look so surprised. Have a little more faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10++a.m today. My sister didn't have anything planned in the morning so we were allowed to wake up a wee bit later than yesterday. Almost 10 minutes after waking up, we continued watching Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. After four episodes, my sister and I bathed, then went off to have brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to go, though. So we ate in the Student Lounge in YST again. I had the usual tuna sandwich and my sister had the Subway Club, which was also very nice. I might consider that the next time I am fortunate enough to have Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, my sister and I headed to the Seminar Room where she was going to be rehearsing with some other people for something I'm not too sure about. Even now as I'm typing this, I'm listening to them practice. I absolutely love trios, quartets, quintets and all that because the sounds of the instruments blend together much more... nicely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my range of vocabulary hasn't expanded in the past few... years. Haven't been reading. Should find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should stop talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, never mind, then :) Will continue later in the day. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8656071208207127893?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8656071208207127893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8656071208207127893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8656071208207127893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8656071208207127893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_23.html' title='サブウェイ'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6220904391461500518</id><published>2011-11-23T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:13:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~22/11/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: How much does an average female need to consume per day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm sorry I didn't continue from where I left off yesterday. Remember, I've posted about previous days in the previous posts, yeah? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of hours alone in the Lounge Room, waiting for my sister to finish with her own stuff that morning-afternoon, she came and picked me up with Guam. Then, we headed off for lunch in the Cafe Cartel. Don't ask me where that was - I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice dish of chicken and mushroom macaroni as well as a minty lime soda drink. My advise, don't get the minty lime soda drink. It's not as nice as what it makes itself out to be. I was fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal joined us some time during our lunch and ordered his stuff - some humongous burger that he, in the end, had to take apart bit by bit to eat individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, my sister left us because she had something else to do in YST. I, on the other hand, was offered to join Guam and Pascal as they went to have Pascal's hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I followed them. It was absolutely awesome because I got to use the EZ Link card to access the MRT. Guam and I toyed with Pascal camera for a while - but he started taking weird pictures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Pascal got his hair cut, Guam and I watched Kung Fu Panda 2. They served very nice iced lemon tea too. Guam insisted because she was in love with it. Laughed quite a bit thanks to the movie and we managed to catch the whole thing before we left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal's hair... Well, it was okay, I guess. One just needs to get used to it. He looked all the more like Pascal when he took his glasses off, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the haircut session, Pascal, Guam and I met up with my sister for dinner. Dinner was fantastic too. We had a Chinese style dinner with omelette, yam stuff, &lt;i&gt;kangkung&lt;/i&gt;, and salted egg prawns. Nice. Had a nice laugh about some personal stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my sister and I rushed back to YST because she was page-turning for a guy's recital. The guy was absolutely legendary - to me, anyways. He played REALLY well. Oh, and he was the guy who said The Three Musketeers was a great movie too, so I shall dub him D'Artagnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went back to PGP after all that. Made her watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood after getting a late-night snack at the Foodgle place. Nice~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 o'clock, we went to sleep :) Will blog about today in the next post, yeah? CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6220904391461500518?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6220904391461500518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6220904391461500518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6220904391461500518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6220904391461500518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/22112011.html' title='~22/11/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3402973063691129817</id><published>2011-11-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:38:06.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Right Here Waiting - Kurt Hugo Schneider *Richard Marx* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W_F5UkkqDOA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;But how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it, baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it, baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/KurtHugoSchneider?v=app_178091127385"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I do not own anything. 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Kurt Hugo Schneider *Richard Marx* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W_F5UkkqDOA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5984395970386612428</id><published>2011-11-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:08:35.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Did It For You - Charice</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZR6cMtyr2jc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes turn to hours&lt;br /&gt;Hours turn to days&lt;br /&gt;Knew what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Had the perfect story&lt;br /&gt;Stories have an end&lt;br /&gt;Had to turn the page cause&lt;br /&gt;To keep you was a sin oh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I loved you with&lt;br /&gt;(Everything that I had)&lt;br /&gt;But what you needed I&lt;br /&gt;{Couldn't be, held you back)&lt;br /&gt;I cared enough about you&lt;br /&gt;To give you the chance&lt;br /&gt;To find someone who care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Just walked away&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you) Oh ~&lt;br /&gt;For you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want my everything&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Someone you knew that I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever understand me&lt;br /&gt;But its true, its true&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you, for you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Baby what you wanted wasn't for me&lt;br /&gt;Held you by a string&lt;br /&gt;Had to cut you loose&lt;br /&gt;Cause forever something we can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I loved you with&lt;br /&gt;(Everything that I had)&lt;br /&gt;But what you needed I&lt;br /&gt;{Couldn't be, held you back)&lt;br /&gt;I cared enough about you&lt;br /&gt;To give you the chance&lt;br /&gt;To find someone who care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Just walked away&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you ) Oh&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want my everything&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Someone you knew that I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever understand me&lt;br /&gt;But its true, its true&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the ones that you love&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones you hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;For all the pain that I've caused you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm sorry ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you~&lt;br /&gt;(I did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry babe&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Just walked away&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you, for you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't wanted my everything, everything ~&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Someone you knew that I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;(did it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever understand me&lt;br /&gt;But its true, its true&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you, for you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5984395970386612428?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5984395970386612428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5984395970386612428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5984395970386612428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5984395970386612428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-did-it-for-you-charice.html' title='I Did It For You - Charice'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZR6cMtyr2jc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7341003614757406588</id><published>2011-11-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:36:57.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>しんりゅはなに?</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted about the 21st in the previous post so go read that first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, I woke up at 2 o'clock in the morning just to go to the toilet. Bloody pissed me off. Had to run to the toilet. Was so afraid people would see me 'cause I was in my jammies -_- I DID run into someone, but she was wearing jammies too, so it didn't make me look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing was that I didn't have a headache anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 something, my sister woke me up and I had to go and bathe. At first, I thought I'd hate to use the hostel's toilet, but quite on the contrary, I think I prefer that toilet to the one at home. You see, the one at home is either too cold at first or too hot later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to some place where my sister bought breakfast. Kaya toasts and half-boiled egg. Yum~ The kaya was way too sweet, though. Could hardly taste the egg. Sister left me not long after she ate because she had some class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's just me, alone, in the student lounge, using the school's computer to blog -_- Listening to Charice's "One Day" now. Nice to know Cleo likes this song too. Was listening to Jason Chen's "Best Friend" too. I like that song. It's really nice. If you haven't listened to it, listen to it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's only 10:34a.m, there's nothing much to tell of today, so I'll leave the rest to later in the day :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7341003614757406588?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7341003614757406588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7341003614757406588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7341003614757406588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7341003614757406588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='しんりゅはなに?'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-9165742979269626176</id><published>2011-11-22T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:55:23.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~21/11/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is my haven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, you may applaud :P For it is that time of the year where I finally get back into the blogging spirit. Very, very sorry to have had kept my many readers in suspense whilst I decide every day that I am just way too lazy to sit and blog about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-am-SO-egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my writing skills, I mean. Not to say they are anything close to being of the credible sort - I've just recently come across someone who writes much better than the shit I bring myself to write (and he's not even an aspiring author - I think -.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why I'm rekindling my love for blogging, it's probably because I have a lot of time to spare. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. In. SINGAPORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, imma in Singapore. Travelled here yesterday, by bus. As I'm typing this, I'm actually speaking in that 'Uh-huh, yeah, I did it. In your face, suckers' tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I caught the 9 o'clock bus yesterday on Aeroline. Very narrowly missed it, though. My mom thought I was supposed to collect the tickets only 15 minutes before departure time. In actual fact, it was 30 minutes before. I was pretty much 10 minutes late collecting my ticket when we realized. Didn't help that my dad was thinking of cancelling my trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ballistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there were people still collecting tickets when I arrived so I didn't miss the bus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded at 9:08a.m and slept for a while. Not long after, they served breakfast. There was a chicken and ham sandwich, some pastry thing and an apple. Left the apple. Didn't fancy the pastry. The sandwich, though, was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite unfortunately, it didn't occur to me to take a picture of it to post in my blog -_- Not that taking pictures on my sucky phone will help appeal to the audience -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five-hour trip was tiring, though. Passed time by watching cartoon movies on the bus, but I didn't watch any of them till the end. There was "Horton Hears A Who" which I stopped pretty fast because it was quite boring. Then I watched "How To Train Your Dragon" but it was the one of bad quality so I didn't bother continuing. Next, I tried "Chicken Run" but stopped after the pit stop because it was getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at this point of time, I was already feeling really dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie I tried watching was "Despicable Me". That was the longest movie I watched but even so, I didn't finish it. After all, I'd already watched it before, so... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of my time either messaging my parents or my sister. I was too afraid of falling asleep in the bus for fear I might miss passing Malaysian or Singaporean immigrations. Those places are just too damn intimidating. All the lanes look the same. It's hard to tell which one I'm supposed to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I'm just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after passing Singaporean immigrations, it started to rain. Heavily. It's like Singapore knew I was going to invade -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was there to pick me up when I got off the bus. We were all smiles. My sister brought me back to PGP first before we went for lunch. Had chicken rice and bubble tea. Wasn't too keen on my sister leaving me to buy the bubble tea, though, 'cause the dude started talking in Mandarin and I didn't understand -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not until he gestured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I followed my sister to YST where she had to do some photoshoot stuff with her friends, Guam and Pascal. At first, I didn't like Pascal. He seemed way too... err... outspoken. Loud, too. And he wanted me to lick and polish his shoes before he gave me access to his 2TB hard drive which had 1TB worth of anime inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoot, we went back to the room where he let me peruse his hard drive. He also gave me an insight to each of the anime. It was that moment when I decided to give him a second chance. After all, if he could spare his time to explain all that to me, he can't be that bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I forgot to mention he's a photographer. He used to go to my sister's college, MCKL. He takes really good shots of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of anyone, actually. His stuff are awesome. The way he gets protective over his equipment can be quite annoying, though -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I transferred like... 5 animes into my sister's laptop? Absolutely awesome. I think her hard drive's already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we left the place for dinner at this Japanese place in The Cathay called Nihon Mura, which means Japanese Forest. It was really nice. The only thing that ruined my day was that I was having a splitting headache thanks to me watching movies on a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pungent joined us halfway through dinner and ordered more stuff to eat. I was already full so I didn't eat anymore. After footing the bill, we left the place. My sister and I grabbed that 1.20SGD ice cream which she liked - coffee flavour :P Then, we went to this place Guam took us to which sold &lt;i&gt;tau fu fa&lt;/i&gt;. Nice stuff, but I didn't take much. I still had a headache, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to PGP, it was only 10 something, but I was so bloody tired and annoyed with my headache that I fell asleep straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the 21st :) Tune in for today's post! CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-9165742979269626176?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/9165742979269626176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=9165742979269626176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9165742979269626176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9165742979269626176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/21112011.html' title='~21/11/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3375106417568478757</id><published>2011-11-18T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:06:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Pitera</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zp1BYzIVi0U" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3iWFTX1ofQA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister introduced me to this genius. I absolutely love his videos. Especially those where he sings the female lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely fascinating. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3375106417568478757?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3375106417568478757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3375106417568478757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3375106417568478757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3375106417568478757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/nick-pitera.html' title='Nick Pitera'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zp1BYzIVi0U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4239321935850891447</id><published>2011-11-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:47:24.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Best Friend - Jason Chen + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xxIr3dbOJxU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I said I'd always be there. &lt;br /&gt;Ever since we were ten, baby. &lt;br /&gt;When we were out on the playground playing pretend. &lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize you were the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to show it. &lt;br /&gt;Grow old together, &lt;br /&gt;Have feelings we had before &lt;br /&gt;Back when we were so innocent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all your love &lt;br /&gt;Girl our love is so unreal &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna reach and touch you, squeeze you, somebody pinch me &lt;br /&gt;This is something like a movie &lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how it ends girl &lt;br /&gt;but I fell in love with my Best Friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the dudes that came by &lt;br /&gt;And all the nights that you'd cry. &lt;br /&gt;I was there right by your side. &lt;br /&gt;How could I tell you I loved you &lt;br /&gt;When you were so happy &lt;br /&gt;With some other guy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize you were the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to show it. &lt;br /&gt;Grow old together, &lt;br /&gt;Have feelings we had before &lt;br /&gt;When we were so innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds crazy &lt;br /&gt;That you'd be my baby. &lt;br /&gt;But you mean that much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing compares when &lt;br /&gt;We're lighter than air and &lt;br /&gt;We don't wanna come back down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna ruin what we have &lt;br /&gt;Love is so unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the risk that I'm taking, &lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying &lt;br /&gt;You'd fall in love with your best friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I said I'd always be there &lt;br /&gt;Ever since we were ten. &lt;br /&gt;When we were out in the sandbox [playground] playing pretend. &lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/JDCBestFriend"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Everything belongs to the artist. I do not anything at all. Support him by buying his stuff on iTunes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4239321935850891447?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4239321935850891447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4239321935850891447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4239321935850891447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4239321935850891447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-friend-jason-chen-d.html' title='Best Friend - Jason Chen + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xxIr3dbOJxU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2824975358556451319</id><published>2011-11-18T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:16:53.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Elliot Slade</title><content type='html'>Holy shit. I'm in hunk heaven :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3xjr90gXss/TsY9CsHYlRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/cJfsqyFH-pw/s1600/Max+Elliott+Slade+Then.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3xjr90gXss/TsY9CsHYlRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/cJfsqyFH-pw/s1600/Max+Elliott+Slade+Then.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYQCgOzJDIY/TsY9BzMIcCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/SqLoITs0oFQ/s1600/max+elliot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYQCgOzJDIY/TsY9BzMIcCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/SqLoITs0oFQ/s200/max+elliot.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QC5cDEVEJXA/TsY9C9ga_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/I4e5vW46qLQ/s1600/MES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QC5cDEVEJXA/TsY9C9ga_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/I4e5vW46qLQ/s320/MES.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute, no?&amp;nbsp;Che, you recognize him? :P :P I was watching the two movies again. Managed to download them fast because of the awesome Internet connection now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHA. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Che, if you want me to watch the 3 Ninjas and/or 3 Ninjas: Knuckle Up (or even the one with Miyo inside, actually), then you message me on iMessage, yeah? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2824975358556451319?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2824975358556451319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2824975358556451319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2824975358556451319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2824975358556451319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/max-elliot-slade.html' title='Max Elliot Slade'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3xjr90gXss/TsY9CsHYlRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/cJfsqyFH-pw/s72-c/Max+Elliott+Slade+Then.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-9090031953159232156</id><published>2011-11-16T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:12:55.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Mistletoe - Jason Chen *Justin Bieber* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QyLgEoCYGLM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, it's the most beautiful time of the year,&lt;br /&gt;Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, &lt;br /&gt;I should be playing in the winter snow, &lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, &lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop staring at your face,&lt;br /&gt;I should be playing in the winter snow, &lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you, &lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you,&lt;br /&gt;With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gathering around the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Chestnuts roasting like a hot July,&lt;br /&gt;I should be chillin' with my folks, I know,&lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word on the streets Santa's coming tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Reindeer flying thru the sky so high, &lt;br /&gt;I should be making a list, I know,&lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you, &lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you,&lt;br /&gt;With you, under the mistletoe,&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you, &lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you,&lt;br /&gt;With you, under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;Hey love, the Wise Men followed a star,&lt;br /&gt;The way I followed my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it led me to a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye love, don't you buy me nothing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am feeling one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips on my lips,&lt;br /&gt;That's a Merry Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most beautiful time of the year,&lt;br /&gt;Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, &lt;br /&gt;I should be playing in the winter snow, &lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, &lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop staring at your face,&lt;br /&gt;I should be playing in the winter snow, &lt;br /&gt;But Ima be under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you, &lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you,&lt;br /&gt;With you, under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it again!&lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you, &lt;br /&gt;With you, shawty with you,&lt;br /&gt;With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,&lt;br /&gt;Show me baby that you love me so,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,&lt;br /&gt;Show me baby that you love me so,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/jasonchen"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: As usual, I own nothing. Song and everything belongs to the artist. Support him by buying his stuff on iTunes. Lyrics lifted off www.elyrics.net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-9090031953159232156?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/9090031953159232156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=9090031953159232156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9090031953159232156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9090031953159232156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistletoe-jason-chen-justin-bieber-d.html' title='Mistletoe - Jason Chen *Justin Bieber* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QyLgEoCYGLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6706602702702520393</id><published>2011-11-16T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:10:08.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Every Breath - Boyce Avenue + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CrF7wdD5NxE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are in the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://iTunes.com/BoyceAvenue"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: As usual, I do not own anything. Song and everything belongs to the artist. Lyrics lifted off www.elyrics.net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6706602702702520393?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6706602702702520393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6706602702702520393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6706602702702520393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6706602702702520393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-breath-boyce-avenue-d.html' title='Every Breath - Boyce Avenue + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CrF7wdD5NxE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-388013085167298556</id><published>2011-11-16T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:07:34.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>We Found Love - Megan Nicole *Rihanna feat. Calvin Harris* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UpI6y0UCGjQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow diamonds in the light&lt;br /&gt;And we're standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;As your shadow crosses mine&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to come alive&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light through an open door&lt;br /&gt;Love and life I will divide&lt;br /&gt;Turn away cause I need you more&lt;br /&gt;Feel the heartbeat in my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow diamonds in the light&lt;br /&gt;And we're standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;As your shadow crosses mine&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to come alive&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;We found love in a hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/we-found-love-single/id479922983"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: As usual, I own nothing. Song and everything belongs to the artist. Lyrics lifted off www.elyrics.net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-388013085167298556?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/388013085167298556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=388013085167298556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/388013085167298556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/388013085167298556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-found-love-megan-nicole-rihanna-feat.html' title='We Found Love - Megan Nicole *Rihanna feat. Calvin Harris* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UpI6y0UCGjQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2899015313791196533</id><published>2011-11-16T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:04:15.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Hardest Thing - Tyler Ward feat. Kurt Hugo Schneider + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FWBi2Zut1eg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st verse:&lt;br /&gt;still framed photograph&lt;br /&gt;of you and me together&lt;br /&gt;is all i have of you and me&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;we were so inlove and&lt;br /&gt;we thought it would last forever&lt;br /&gt;but we were torn&lt;br /&gt;by the storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;and i won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;and the hardest thing I've done&lt;br /&gt;is how to live without you&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;we both walked away&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;still crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;just turn around come back&lt;br /&gt;because your smile is overdue&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd verse:&lt;br /&gt;If I only knew the words to say&lt;br /&gt;that would make you turn around&lt;br /&gt;I would say the words to you&lt;br /&gt;more than a million times&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever but that hasn't changed&lt;br /&gt;what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;and darling can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;that I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;and the hardest thing I've done is&lt;br /&gt;how to live without you&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why we both walked away&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;still crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;just turn around come back&lt;br /&gt;because your smile is overdue&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all I did&lt;br /&gt;all I said &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the things I hid&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally over me&lt;br /&gt;is that too late for you?&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;if you had never rescued me&lt;br /&gt;you showed me what it is&lt;br /&gt;and now i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;and I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;and the hardest thing I've done is&lt;br /&gt;how to live without you&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;we both walked away&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;still crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;just turn around come back&lt;br /&gt;because your smile is overdue&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-hardest-thing/id456068753?i=456068768"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: As usual, I own nothing. Song and everything belongs to the artist. Lyrics lifted off www.elyrics.net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2899015313791196533?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2899015313791196533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2899015313791196533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2899015313791196533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2899015313791196533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/hardest-thing-tyler-ward-feat-kurt-hugo.html' title='The Hardest Thing - Tyler Ward feat. Kurt Hugo Schneider + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FWBi2Zut1eg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2846368436913479102</id><published>2011-11-12T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:19:57.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>Without You - The Piano Guys *David Guetta* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dfRtPbBFoGg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/without-you-piano-cello-cover/id479428125"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to help The Piano Guys upgrade to the next level? Go to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thepianoguys.com/music"&gt;http://www.thepianoguys.com/music&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to learn exactly just how to do that by becoming a Founder of The Piano Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I own nothing. I'm just helping to promote the Piano Guys 'cause I think they're awesome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2846368436913479102?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2846368436913479102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2846368436913479102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2846368436913479102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2846368436913479102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/without-you-piano-guys-david-guetta-d.html' title='Without You - The Piano Guys *David Guetta* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dfRtPbBFoGg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4813703913592652788</id><published>2011-11-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:47:34.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>One Day - Charice + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uxXj1_fhDSQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Charice - Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna keep me down&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna shut me out&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna do what they do, I'll do me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going against the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning out the doubt&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna do what they do, I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Something original, be unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;One day, got this all I need is&lt;br /&gt;One day, don't try to tell me I can't&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm running the future&lt;br /&gt;Watchout, won't stop I'm a mover&lt;br /&gt;One day, you're gonna know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I'm high and free&lt;br /&gt;It's not fate, wait and see, One day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Charice - Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Too much for something more&lt;br /&gt;But now that I see that it's mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead and try,&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna change my mind&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;One day, got this all I need is&lt;br /&gt;One day, don't try to tell me I can't&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm running the future&lt;br /&gt;Watchout, won't stop I'm a mover&lt;br /&gt;One day, you're gonna know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I'm high and free&lt;br /&gt;It's not fate, wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission, no longer listening&lt;br /&gt;To anyone that says don't try&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel it deep in your spirit&lt;br /&gt;It's like a fire that won't die&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;One day, got this all I need is&lt;br /&gt;One day, don't try to tell me I can't&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm running the future&lt;br /&gt;Watchout, won't stop I'm a mover&lt;br /&gt;One day, you're gonna know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I'm high and free&lt;br /&gt;It's not fate, wait and see, One day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, One day, One day, One day, One day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/pp239fg0bmrx43r/Charice%20-%20One%20Day.mp3"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: As usual, I own nothing. Song and everything belongs to Charice. Lyrics lifted from www.elyrics.net. That's about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4813703913592652788?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4813703913592652788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4813703913592652788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4813703913592652788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4813703913592652788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-day-charice-d.html' title='One Day - Charice + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uxXj1_fhDSQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6089759056565834045</id><published>2011-11-11T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:31:06.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Louder - Charice + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vnkqL2eDXLc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out of my window&lt;br /&gt;And the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;When you left, I was so low&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel somethin' I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna run right through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna dance right through the pain&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart speak louder&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I am over overthinking of how to get you back&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking out for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel somethin' I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna run right through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna dance right through the pain&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart speak louder&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, letting go&lt;br /&gt;Yet it feel so good, so right&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is that I let my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Heart speak louder than my louder than my&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat heart speak louder than my louder than my&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat heart speak louder than my louder than my louder, louder, louder, louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna run right through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna dance right through the pain&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat louder than my head [head, head, head]&lt;br /&gt;Heart speak louder&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel that rhythm, feel that drum&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart beat louder&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart speak louder than my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/1q4iqidc8m3s3e9/01%20Louder.mp3"&gt;Click on my Nuffnang ads!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I do NOT own this song. This is only for entertainment purposes. The song and everything belongs to the artist, Charice, and her alone. Just... click my ads :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6089759056565834045?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6089759056565834045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6089759056565834045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6089759056565834045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6089759056565834045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/louder-charice-d.html' title='Louder - Charice + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vnkqL2eDXLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8821438926215901093</id><published>2011-11-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:28:10.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~30/10/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What's a good love story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about the 29th in the last post, just so you know. Well then, I left off where I slept at 2 o'clock in the morning, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 something in the morning. My aunt just came in and she broke down again. Naturally, I calmed her down. I managed NOT to cry. Well, a lot, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I went downstairs and saw that my grandpa was already up with my uncle. I went to freshen up and then had breakfast. My uncle bought some stuff in the market so I ate some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt was still in quite a bad shape even after we ate, so I just went around watching the workers put up stuff for the funeral service. Popo had already gone to be washed and made up, so the Semenyih people could do their work without any hindrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called a couple of times because she wanted to check on the progress and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while - I can't remember when - Popo's casket came back and this is when the waterfalls came again. My grandpa cried like anything. My aunt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was catching the 8 o'clock bus ride back from Singapore so my parents went to get her before coming to PJ. When they came, my sister pulak cried like anything. She just couldn't accept it, I guess. My mom also started to cry and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had a stone face, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the rest of the day. Well, much, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;remember that we had to stay up late to wait for my granduncle and his family to come over. My sister and I were playing Cluster Master on my iPad and my brother slept a little on the sleeping mat at our feet. My aunt was already upstairs sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, my brother and sister couldn't stay up any longer so they went up to sleep. I, on the other hand, indulged myself in Mr Darcy's Diary. I had my parents bring it over when they went back the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granduncle's family came over at 5 o'clock in the morning. My Kau Kung, Kau Fu, Kam Po, and Ee Po arrived in their black *insert car brand here* and stayed up for the rest of the morning because there was not much to do. Plus, my brilliant siblings didn't know that E E Nan was supposed to share the room with them, so they technically took up all their sleeping space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau Fu had to sleep outside the room on the IKEA chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau Kung went outside to take a smoke, then went to sleep in their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After E E Nan woke up, Kau Fu and Kau Kung went to sleep in the room she slept in. My siblings were still sleeping so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was my turn to retire to bed :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8821438926215901093?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8821438926215901093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8821438926215901093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8821438926215901093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8821438926215901093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/30102011.html' title='~30/10/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1496988386770110469</id><published>2011-11-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:59:32.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit Songs</title><content type='html'>There are some songs that reflect exactly what you're feeling right now. So, here are some songs I think suit some of my family members now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GJ0z1LH6RJc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che, no matter what, I'll always be beside you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0G3_kG5FFfQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Kung, it's okay, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p5Jw-T4dVss" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not gonna work, Jamie. You want her, give her some freedom and don't misjudge situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tRiSHVCib48" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, she'll always be in your heart, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-ImCpNqbJw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're home, Po. We'll miss you, but you're in better hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I've not much time more, so I'll just stop here for now :) CIAO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&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/1399137717245806165-1496988386770110469?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1496988386770110469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1496988386770110469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1496988386770110469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1496988386770110469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/suit-songs.html' title='Suit Songs'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GJ0z1LH6RJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3513208981803962878</id><published>2011-11-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:19:31.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Flawless - Katy McAllister</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oYSBwF417wE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FLAWLESS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing setting the mood,&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like there's candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where you've been&lt;br /&gt;All my life, but this feels so wrong&lt;br /&gt;That it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes, shut them tight,&lt;br /&gt;Throw myself at you, but you don't make a move.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't have anything to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;And you, to me&lt;br /&gt;Are flawless&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, all the way into the in between.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I'm left lingering&lt;br /&gt;On this&lt;br /&gt;And I'm breaking, yeah I'm breaking at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not subtle like I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about stars,&lt;br /&gt;They say they all die.&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm blinded by the ones in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alive.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what's in the cards,&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know pain&lt;br /&gt;Till you looked my way,&lt;br /&gt;There's no winning at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we squared off and started the fight,&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out the rules don't apply.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose everytime, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;The others fell cause there was no seatbelt,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hold tight for my life cause I like this ride,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;You're like the ride that's always dropped my stomach,&lt;br /&gt;And it's something from I'd usually go runnin.&lt;br /&gt;But one glance tucked me in for good,&lt;br /&gt;And you moved me like nobody could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is setting the mood,&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like&lt;br /&gt;There's candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;So lean on in for the kill,&lt;br /&gt;You're blowing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And it's kind of like&lt;br /&gt;I'm dressing up to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I don't think I should be posting any more download links. MediaFire keeps suspending my stuff. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3513208981803962878?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3513208981803962878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3513208981803962878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3513208981803962878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3513208981803962878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/flawless-katy-mcallister.html' title='Flawless - Katy McAllister'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oYSBwF417wE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8762903253222107735</id><published>2011-11-06T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:29:53.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>Yukie Nishimura</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AQG0IfsPNE8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7sBZQNxULaY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;西村由紀江さんなのだ。さあ〜聴いて :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日のためにのリンク:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ei6wzt7dnte4205/%u660E%u65E5%u306E%u305F%u3081%u306B.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/ei6wzt7dnte4205/%u660E%u65E5%u306E%u305F%u3081%u306B.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!! "Nuffnang" の "ads" はたのみます! :) ありがとう!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8762903253222107735?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8762903253222107735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8762903253222107735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8762903253222107735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8762903253222107735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/yukie-nishimura.html' title='Yukie Nishimura'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AQG0IfsPNE8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3177656526657330546</id><published>2011-11-05T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:43:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~29/10/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: If you could resurrect one person, who would you resurrect and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz~ Guess there's really nothing to be happy about. I lost my grandmother that night. You know, she was fine before this. I mean, yeah, she had to be admitted into the hospital, but once she was in there, she gradually got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started eating more, she spoke more, and she even regained her sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was really happy about it. Especially my mom, aunt and grandpa. I'm sure my sister was glad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now I'm wondering, "Why did it have to end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I already knew the reason in my mind: It's to bring her suffering to a stop. And honestly, I think I'm really thankful she finally passed on because she doesn't have to tolerate being an invalid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was never a person who liked to rely on other people. She was very, very independent. From what my sister said, she was the one who took care of her younger siblings. She had a younger sister and a younger brother. I think I mentioned before, but her brother - who is my Kau Kung - is 19 years younger than my grandma. He's only four years older than my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday morning, my grandma was finally discharged from Sunway Hospital and brought back home. I, on the other hand, had a lot of tuition lessons going on. In the evening, my mom and brother went up to PJ to see my grandma at 7 o'clock and I stayed behind to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched the 2-hour simulcast of Terra Nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when my mom and brother came back at 11, not an hour later, my mom got a phone call from my aunt saying my grandma had suddenly stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling when someone says "My grandma just passed away" or "My grandpa just passed away" or just "My granduncle passed away"? When you hear about the death of someone in your friend's family who &lt;i&gt;aren't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;their parents? You automatically think, "Oh, it's probably not such a big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, this was torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad came back and got dressed, the whole family went into the Teana and drove off to our grandparents' place in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have wanted to be there at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was literally wailing. She couldn't stop crying. She kept blaming herself and the people around her. She said she should've noticed the signs and done things quicker. She kept calling for my grandma to wake up because she really couldn't accept the fact that she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching that alone made me cry so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be able to hold it back, you know? But looking at your family member's lifeless body for the first time wasn't something one was supposed to be prepared for. This was a first for me. I'd never seen my paternal grandparents' lifeless bodies before so how was I supposed to react that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa too. He cried and weeped. For someone like my grandpa, who's so frail and weak that we're afraid he might break down any time, we were scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up till 2 o'clock in the morning, whilst the rest of my family members consoled my aunt and went to settle the police reports. The pastor came and so did my ex-music teacher. Auntie Bala and Fi came too. Auntie Bala cried like anything. They were so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was so shocked when she heard the news too. I couldn't imagine how it must've felt for her, because she was the one who'd been with my grandma the longest among us siblings. She stayed with them in PJ for 5 years since her high school was Sri Aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved my grandma so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 I went to sleep because everyone was afraid of my epileptic condition. My parents only went home at 4. They didn't wake me up because they wanted me to get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the 29th. Will blog about the 30th in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3177656526657330546?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3177656526657330546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3177656526657330546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3177656526657330546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3177656526657330546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/11/291011.html' title='~29/10/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6978999254318024356</id><published>2011-10-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:13:27.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Sloss</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7oBUwFUSsWk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H8wh25IMwsM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZxyGrHsKTmo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just watched the Facebook video my sister tagged me in. This guy is to die for. And why the hell is he so cute? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Sorry I haven't been actually blogging :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6978999254318024356?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6978999254318024356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6978999254318024356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6978999254318024356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6978999254318024356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/daniel-sloss.html' title='Daniel Sloss'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7oBUwFUSsWk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2230718128046026048</id><published>2011-10-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:09:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~23/10/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is a memorable day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very, very spoilt today. For one, I was allowed to go for my librarian farewell. Well, it ain't exactly MY farewell, but you know what I mean. I really seemed to be causing a lot of trouble for my parents, so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after some thought, I figured maybe I could ask Dellie's parents if I could "tumpang" their car to Marco Polo. Thank heavens for my parents, her parents said yes. My mom dropped me off at Dellie's apartment and we left to Marco Polo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, we practiced my song as we did on Friday. Made small talk with the other librarians and juniors who already arrived. Particularly pitied Judy because she came at nine, thinking our President was serious when she was actually joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seniors arrived, we got down to business. Started off with speeches from Miss Nina, the Ex-President and then our President. After that, we had lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-ly shit. What a damn spread. There was fried this, fried that, fried rice, fried noodles, spring rolls, bean curd, fruits, salad, even SUSHI!! Naturally, I "sapu"-ed that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. But I didn't bring my water down from the car, so I had to survive on tea. Went to toilet numerous times, most of the time accompanied by Dellie and Miss Jelly (inside joke) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed after some video presentations. Didn't go exactly as how I planned it, but it sufficed. They liked it (at least, I hope to think they did), and they thought it was pretty impressive for me to think it up within half an hour on the Friday before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my best, though. The chorus deserved praise, nonetheless :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performances. They had games. Halfway through, though, everyone started hearing people arguing outside loudly. Turns out it was an argument between the chef and one of the waiters. Don't know why, though. Wanted to record it, but the teachers said it was too dangerous to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was already 2:30p.m and Danya had to go. Stupid girl, she didn't get to eat my cake. Who the hell did she think I made that for anyway? -_- If she doesn't eat it when school reopens, I'm gonna kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for Dellie and I to leave soon too. Her parents actually called and they let me tag along with them after the farewell to other shopping malls. It was incredibly generous of them to allow such a thing. I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set course for Fahrenheit after they picked us up. It's actually the mall opposite Pavilio, but I don't think I've ever been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a little then went over to Pavilion for Starbucks. Wanted to pay for my drink, but they insisted they wanted to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Generous Gesture Number 3. (The first was allowing me to carpool. The second was allowing me to carpool back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for a movie (I got my dad's permission first, of course). And that's Generous Gesture Number 4. Generous Gesture Number 5 was when they paid for my ticket as well. By the time I unzipped my bag, the credit card was already out and swiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what show I watched with Dellie? Three Musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. I don't care what other people say, it was awesome for me. I loved the show, especially since Logan Lerman was downright gorgeous. I didn't even think he was Percy Jackson till I came back home and went CSI :P Not to mention, my favourite Fitzwilliam Darcy was Athos in the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porthos and Aramis were hilarious too. I loved the humour and the plot. Everything, really. Maybe except for some unrealistic parts like when the Milady dodged the booby traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending too. So cute. Loved d'Artagnan (Logan Lerman) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we met up with Dellie's parents and they sent me back. Behold, Generous Gesture Number 7. (Number 6 was when they brought me to Ying Ker Lou for dinner. I shared a dish with Dellie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back home and in the room. I have to post this as the 23rd, though, cause technically it's the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I say goodbye for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIANA!!!!!!!!!! You know I lerr you! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I'll review The Three Musketeers on the actual 24th :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2230718128046026048?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2230718128046026048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2230718128046026048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2230718128046026048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2230718128046026048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/24102011.html' title='~23/10/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5535104464692106258</id><published>2011-10-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:48:28.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime Review'/><title type='text'>Dantalian no Shoka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utrUzhwJGYA/Tp4w3NggMEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9d2BQXiLle8/s1600/Dantalian-no-Shoka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utrUzhwJGYA/Tp4w3NggMEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9d2BQXiLle8/s320/Dantalian-no-Shoka.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Us0Ll4l3pbE/Tp4w1KxM0tI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kqYhZ4-IKdo/s1600/Dantalian_no_Shoka_-_05_-_Large_22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Us0Ll4l3pbE/Tp4w1KxM0tI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kqYhZ4-IKdo/s320/Dantalian_no_Shoka_-_05_-_Large_22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Books are books that contain forbidden knowledge. I'm sorry, but I can't seem to remember how Phantom Books are born, so you'll have to watch it to see for yourself :P Since these books are fairly dangerous, they are preferably kept in the Mystic Archives of Dantalian (also known as Bibliotheca Mystica de Dantalian), housing 900,666 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystic Archive is an actual space in another dimension where a girl keeps track of all the Phantom Books. She's got flowing long light-purplish hair and can't escape from the archives. Her "other self", though, takes form in a young girl with black hair with a purple tint. She is called Dalian, and she's the Black Biblioprincess (Jap: 黒読姫), the custodian of the Mystic Archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Mystic Archives are, well, the Mystic Archives, Dalian considers herself a very important figure and much more knowledgeable than others. She sometimes replies with the English "Yes" rather than in Japanese when answering questions and has a big lock on her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, every lock has a key, right? This is where Hugh Anthony Disward comes in. Commonly called Huey, he is the owner of the particular key which unlock Dalian's lock, allowing him entrance into the Mystic Archives to retrieve Phantom Books. His key was actually left behind for him by his grandfather, Wesley Disward, who was the previous Keykeeper of the Mystic Archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're probably wondering why there is a need for any books to be retrieved if they're dangerous, right? Well, every second of every minute of every hour of every day, new Phantom Books are born, and aren't yet kept in the Mystic Archives. Due to this, ordinary people get their hands on it and every time someone gets involved with these books, they're likely to be either consumed in its knowledge or just use it for criminal activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Phantom Books can undo the spells contained by other Phantom Books, so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is pretty much how the anime goes :) Really interesting, but my personal opinion is that I hate Dalian's other self in the Mystic Archives. She pisses me off. If Huey falls for her, I hate this anime. Begs if there's a second season, he finds that he's got feelings for Dalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that idiot know she likes him too?! Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh "Huey" Anthony Disward *Ono Daisuke*&lt;br /&gt;- Kunisaki Yukito (Air)&lt;br /&gt;- Yagami Kazuma (Kaze no Stigma)&lt;br /&gt;- Sebastian Michaelis (Kuroshitsuji)&lt;br /&gt;- Renjou Hatsuma (UraBoku)&lt;br /&gt;- Hasekura Kohei (Fortune Arterial)&lt;br /&gt;- Saitou Yakumo (Shinrei Tantei Yakumo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalian *Sawashiro Miyuki*&lt;br /&gt;- Shinku (Rozen Maiden)&lt;br /&gt;- Cassandra Jill Warlock (Black Blood Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;- Kujyou Kazune (Kamichama Karin)&lt;br /&gt;- Lag Seeing (Tegami no Bachi)&lt;br /&gt;- Yano Ayane (Kimi ni Todoke)&lt;br /&gt;- Cordelia Gallo (Gosick)&lt;br /&gt;- Haruka Nanami (Uta no Prince-sama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla *Noto Mamiko*&lt;br /&gt;- Rin (Inuyasha)&lt;br /&gt;- Tsukamoto Yakumo (School Rumble)&lt;br /&gt;- Enma Ai (Jigoku Shoujo)&lt;br /&gt;- Hecate (Shakugan no Shana)&lt;br /&gt;- Tiffania Westwood (Zero no Tsukaima)&lt;br /&gt;- Kuronuma Sawako (Kimi ni Todoke)&lt;br /&gt;- Sattelizer L. Bridgette (Freezing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't put anyone else so :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5535104464692106258?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5535104464692106258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5535104464692106258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5535104464692106258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5535104464692106258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/dantalian-no-shoka.html' title='Dantalian no Shoka'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utrUzhwJGYA/Tp4w3NggMEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9d2BQXiLle8/s72-c/Dantalian-no-Shoka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-613892662543539248</id><published>2011-10-18T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:03:08.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>かっこいでしょう？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsobCChrV4/Tp1nDya56EI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Zav7EZs1Uqk/s1600/Harry+Potter+Manga.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsobCChrV4/Tp1nDya56EI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Zav7EZs1Uqk/s400/Harry+Potter+Manga.png" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what, I just HAD to post this now. Isn't it just the cutest picture of Harry Potter EVER?!! I hate to admit it, but Ginny looked pretty in this picture. MUCH better than the actual person :P (Then again, EVERYONE looks better manga-style :P)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, I love how Ron and Hermione look as if they're looking at each other :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't Fred and George Weasley also look super, super awesome? Luna's gorgeous in the picture too. Even Neville looks cute. Hermione kinda looks like the Harry Potter version of Victorique - from Gosick. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmigod, doesn't Lily look absolutely stunning? The first time I saw her, I was like, "Holy shit. Who wouldn't fall for her?!!" :P Then again, she's anime :( And I could get a heart attack taking another glance at James and Sirius. I love their standing pose. Absolutely cool :P Lupin is just plain cute. So good-boy and such a cutie :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought Severus was a girl at first, but he's actually quite cute when you look at him properly. Regulus looks cool too. And I don't really wanna say so, but Lucius also looks handsome. Bleghh~ They sure can make even the worst people look incredibly cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well done, enjoy the picture, I got it from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thatanimeblog.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. Credits to them, wherever they found it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CIAO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-613892662543539248?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/613892662543539248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=613892662543539248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/613892662543539248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/613892662543539248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-matter-what-i-just-had-to-post-this.html' title='かっこいでしょう？'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsobCChrV4/Tp1nDya56EI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Zav7EZs1Uqk/s72-c/Harry+Potter+Manga.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-285126767556059094</id><published>2011-10-18T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:43:05.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Butcher's Shop - BEDLAM</title><content type='html'>It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby... in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed. He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get, and watch the expression on her face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hilarious. Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!! I own nothing, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-285126767556059094?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/285126767556059094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=285126767556059094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/285126767556059094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/285126767556059094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/butchers-shop-bedlam.html' title='Butcher&apos;s Shop - BEDLAM'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2341358268432981391</id><published>2011-10-18T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:39:27.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Euro-English - BEDLAM</title><content type='html'>The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publikenthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f".. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ples klik on my Nufnang ads. Zanks!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2341358268432981391?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2341358268432981391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2341358268432981391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2341358268432981391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2341358268432981391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/euro-english-bedlam_18.html' title='Euro-English - BEDLAM'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8142308682974422507</id><published>2011-10-18T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:37:39.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>At The Dentist's - BEDLAM</title><content type='html'>The female dentist pulls out a numbing needle to give the man a shot. &lt;br /&gt;"No way! No needles. I hate needles", the patient said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist starts to hook up the nitrous oxide and the man objects. &lt;br /&gt;"I can't do the gas thing. The thought of having the gas mask on suffocates me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist then asks the patient if he has any objection to taking a pill. &lt;br /&gt;"No objection," the patient says. "I'm fine with pills." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist then returns and says, "Here's a Viagra." &lt;br /&gt;The patient says, "Wow! I didn't know Viagra worked as a pain killer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't" said the dentist, "but it's going to give you something to hold on to when I pull your tooth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I own nothing, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8142308682974422507?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8142308682974422507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8142308682974422507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8142308682974422507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8142308682974422507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-dentists-bedlam.html' title='At The Dentist&apos;s - BEDLAM'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2381133720109158058</id><published>2011-10-16T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:45:31.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>Faithfully - Boyce Avenue *Journey* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ALph_u2iee8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/yox9fq7fczlalf6/Faithfully%20-%20Boyce%20Avenue.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/yox9fq7fczlalf6/Faithfully%20-%20Boyce%20Avenue.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!! I do not own anything. Buy this on iTunes to support the artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2381133720109158058?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2381133720109158058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2381133720109158058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2381133720109158058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2381133720109158058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/faithfully-boyce-avenue-journey-d.html' title='Faithfully - Boyce Avenue *Journey* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ALph_u2iee8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5028738566172835670</id><published>2011-10-16T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:06:01.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>What Makes You Beautiful - Boyce Avenue *One Direction* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K0czg_TQAcA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're insecure, don't know what for&lt;br /&gt;You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or&lt;br /&gt;Don't need make-up - to cover up&lt;br /&gt;Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room can see it&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else but yo-ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;br /&gt;The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;If only you saw what I can see&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand why I want you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes you beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So c-come on, you got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;To prove I'm right I put it in a so-o-ong&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, you're being shy&lt;br /&gt;And turn away when I look in to your eye eye eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room can see it&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else but yo-ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;br /&gt;The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you saw what I can see&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand why I want you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes you beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na naaaa na na,&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na naaaa na na,&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;br /&gt;The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;br /&gt;The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;If only you saw what I can see&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand why I want you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes you beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/9ccgk0g29e1wlu1/What%20Makes%20You%20Beautiful%20-%20Boyce%20Avenue.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/9ccgk0g29e1wlu1/What%20Makes%20You%20Beautiful%20-%20Boyce%20Avenue.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I don't own anything. Go buy this on iTunes to support the artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5028738566172835670?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5028738566172835670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5028738566172835670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5028738566172835670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5028738566172835670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-makes-you-beautiful-boyce-avenue.html' title='What Makes You Beautiful - Boyce Avenue *One Direction* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K0czg_TQAcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7810028982636639110</id><published>2011-10-16T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:47:55.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano Guys</title><content type='html'>Incredible Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RQ5ljyGg-ig" width="560"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;In&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9fAZIQ-vpdw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's like Music Meets Mr Bean :P But it's still my personal favourite: (no prizes for guessing why :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DRVvFYppU0w" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are beyond awesome, yes, I know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love their stuff. Brother got me hooked. Oh well :P CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!! Oh, and buy their stuff on whatever link they posted in their YouTube vids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7810028982636639110?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7810028982636639110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7810028982636639110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7810028982636639110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7810028982636639110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/piano-guys.html' title='The Piano Guys'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RQ5ljyGg-ig/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2766560497245035757</id><published>2011-10-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:26:56.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Fix You - Boyce Avenue &amp; Tyler Ward *Coldplay* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5n19hMu4yW0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/u7uz7o8kbk98v52/Fix%20You.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/u7uz7o8kbk98v52/Fix%20You.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Kind of late, but yeah~ Support them by purchasing this on iTunes. I own absolutely nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2766560497245035757?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2766560497245035757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2766560497245035757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2766560497245035757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2766560497245035757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/fix-you-boyce-avenue-tyler-ward.html' title='Fix You - Boyce Avenue &amp; Tyler Ward *Coldplay* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5n19hMu4yW0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2128431775204195893</id><published>2011-10-14T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:46:29.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Two Hands for Kenya - Katy McAllister + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xGEQM-F_Lx8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Suffocated by the struggle of a day to day battle&lt;br /&gt;and I can't say that I know what that's like at all&lt;br /&gt;There are people prayin'&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long day and the moon is in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's layin' down their head to cry, to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I've got two hands placed together&lt;br /&gt;lyin' in bed but I am torn&lt;br /&gt;Cuz these two hands are good for prayin'&lt;br /&gt;but they were made for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what pain is&lt;br /&gt;or what a bad day is&lt;br /&gt;To someone without food tonight&lt;br /&gt;and someone's lost their will to fight&lt;br /&gt;And I can sit with my heart breakin'&lt;br /&gt;thinkin 'bout the shame in&lt;br /&gt;The thought of this world being treated less than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But we've got a heart for something&lt;br /&gt;and love is more than anything&lt;br /&gt;Two hands can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;but a heart can change the world&lt;br /&gt;yes a heart can change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in a lifestyle where selfless is a task&lt;br /&gt;for some a simple smile is even much to ask&lt;br /&gt;The news may be depressing but look outside your shell&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the world can be inspiring&lt;br /&gt;once you believe that you can help&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to believe in something you can't see&lt;br /&gt;But who told you you're crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said it's out of your reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread like a fire we can set this heart with one flame&lt;br /&gt;But we can make a change, we can make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around we all share this place&lt;br /&gt;it's one love, it's one human race&lt;br /&gt;Happiness it's all around&lt;br /&gt;we can reach it, it's just a matter of how&lt;br /&gt;Look around we all share this place&lt;br /&gt;It's one love, it's once human race&lt;br /&gt;Happiness it lingers all around&lt;br /&gt;selflessness help them reach it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what pain is&lt;br /&gt;or what a bad day is&lt;br /&gt;To someone without family tonight&lt;br /&gt;and someone's lost their will to fight&lt;br /&gt;And I can sit with my heart breakin'&lt;br /&gt;thinkin 'bout the shame in&lt;br /&gt;The thought of this world being treated less than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But you've got a heart for somethin'&lt;br /&gt;and love is more than anything&lt;br /&gt;Two hands can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;but a heart can change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread like a fire we can set these hearts with one flame&lt;br /&gt;We can make a change&lt;br /&gt;yes we can make a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ddqiid9vq7ycimk/Two%20Hands%20for%20Kenya.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/ddqiid9vq7ycimk/Two%20Hands%20for%20Kenya.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Purchase the full song on iTunes :) Support the artist by doing so and Kenya as well. I own nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2128431775204195893?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2128431775204195893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2128431775204195893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2128431775204195893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2128431775204195893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-hands-for-kenya-katy-mcallister-d.html' title='Two Hands for Kenya - Katy McAllister + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xGEQM-F_Lx8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6495979405327451071</id><published>2011-10-12T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:13:48.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Superwoman - Karyn White + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y0dGDUYZgJc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table&lt;br /&gt;And make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream&lt;br /&gt;Your eggs are over easy, your toast done lightly&lt;br /&gt;All that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you say the juice is sour&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but to wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you're talking 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk the way we used to talk&lt;br /&gt;It's hurting so deep&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride, I will not cry&lt;br /&gt;But it's making me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;And think that everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I am only human&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;As a token of love from you to me, ooh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought my way through the rush hour&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it home just for you&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure that your dinner&lt;br /&gt;Will be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you get there you just tell me&lt;br /&gt;You're not hungry at all&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd rather read the paper&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to think that I'm just crazy&lt;br /&gt;When I say that you've changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced I know the problem&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;And you're not being fair&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride, I will not cry&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't help but care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;And think that everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I am only human&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;As a token of love from you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;And think that everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I am only human&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;As a token of love from you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby, look into the corners of your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you through good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my love, oh, lasting love if you'll return love to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;And think that everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I am only human&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;As a token of love from you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha, if you feel it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you understand me&lt;br /&gt;Stop right where you are&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to realize&lt;br /&gt;That you've got to be sweeter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love, I need just your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;And think that everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I am only human&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;As a token of love from you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/szbj7at70p0h1zs/karyn_white_-_superw.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/szbj7at70p0h1zs/karyn_white_-_superw.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6495979405327451071?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6495979405327451071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6495979405327451071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6495979405327451071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6495979405327451071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/superwoman-karyn-white-d.html' title='Superwoman - Karyn White + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y0dGDUYZgJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7328247328962028559</id><published>2011-10-12T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:45:37.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Domino - Brian Joo &amp; New Heights *Drew Ryan Scott*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocwZKELhwoI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever happens in this town&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old thing when we go out&lt;br /&gt;A new place to hand out with the same crowd&lt;br /&gt;I looked up when you came and sat down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here with you and I'm admiring the view&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never (ever) ever (ever) cut me loose&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin into something real and I can't stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'm knockin over everything&lt;br /&gt;When you just caught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm in this&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let you know, yo&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin  like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin', fallin', fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Fallin', fallin', fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish I promise I'm in this&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let you know, yo&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;I always said true love never happens&lt;br /&gt;A little push caused this chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;I never thought she'd be my distraction&lt;br /&gt;I admit girl, you got me crashin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here with you (now I'm here with you)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm admiring the view (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never (ever) ever (ever) let me loose&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down you gon' have my back (my back)&lt;br /&gt;When the last one falls  baby we got that&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' oooh (hot hot) oooh (hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;Oooh (hot hot) oooh (hot hot) oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said when it all comes down you gon' have my back&lt;br /&gt;When the last one falls baby we got that&lt;br /&gt;Sayin ooh (hot hot) ooh (hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh (hot hot) ooh (hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7328247328962028559?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7328247328962028559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7328247328962028559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7328247328962028559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7328247328962028559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/domino-brian-joo-new-heights-drew-ryan.html' title='Domino - Brian Joo &amp; New Heights *Drew Ryan Scott*'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ocwZKELhwoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5097393306772803217</id><published>2011-10-11T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:54:11.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Alright, this'll be a quickie because I need to sleep and this is giving me a headache again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going on a hiatus because I recently had my jerks. They were growing more and more violent so I've decided not to use my iPad anymore for the time being. I won't be able to use the computer either, of course, so I might as well give everybody a heads up before they come here and see the same friggin' post for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you got that right. A few weeks. At least until exams are over, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on my ads :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5097393306772803217?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5097393306772803217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5097393306772803217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5097393306772803217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5097393306772803217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3612984578968445919</id><published>2011-10-10T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:12:12.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~09/10/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: If you were suffering terribly, would you rather be let go or continue believing in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a dramatic day. I woke up to my mom's yelling, saying, "The two of you (my brother and I) are too much! How late does it have to be before you get up??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was only nine thirty -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went downstairs to use the computer and was ecstatic to find that BOTH the torrent downloaders I used (utorrent and bittorent) finished downloading the Kodocha episodes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if my sister reads this, did you manage to download the episodes? Try removing it from the torrent downloader then transfer it again :) Don't give up, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my shake as usual today too, but this time it was pear and tropical fruit. Bleghh, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom then asked if I wanted to follow her up to our grandparents' place. I was supposed to have English tuition with my teacher as a replacement for her absence next week but I figured, I wanted to see my grandma (and "kau fu" and "E E") so... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was feeling quite good at that point of time. We all had lunch (there was some drama there, and my mom and aunt were at loggerheads but they managed to sort it out) and we attended to my grandma again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the real drama started. E E Wai's baby started to cry and make a hell lot of noise, which discomforted my grandma and she said, "Can you please stop that noise? I cannot stand it." (Or somewhere among those lines.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E E Wai, naturally, took it kind of harshly, so she quickly went upstairs. Found out she was crying later. Then my aunt and mom comforted her, saying that my grandma didn't mean they were annoying, it's just that when she hears a lot of noise, she gets very frustrated. I mean, everyone else is like that too, right? When you're in pain, noise just magnifies it, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the drama didn't end there. AFTER the rest of my family came up, she began to throw tantrums. I don't know how it started because I was upstairs reading manga :( When I came downstairs, I find that my grandma threw three pillows around, pushed my mom away and whacked my aunt's hand off hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt broke down today. She really couldn't stand it anymore. She cried and cried, saying that she couldn't understand why my grandma had to be so violent and that my grandma didn't understand that my grandma was not the only one suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was true, of course. My aunt literally does everything around the house, from finding out the best things to provide her and plans everything daily. She keeps track of every little thing involving my grandma and honestly, that's the only reason my grandma is still around today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt really has nerves of steel, and I commend her for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, she has to be a lot stronger than she is now to be able to handle my grandma, 'cause she ain't to be trifled with either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give details to my sister some other time. I've got little to spare because my aunt and brother are being utter jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner after that, stayed around a little longer, then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I shall be off now. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3612984578968445919?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3612984578968445919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3612984578968445919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3612984578968445919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3612984578968445919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/09102011.html' title='~09/10/2011~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4221021831880339203</id><published>2011-10-06T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:18:55.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffmc2KKGG5M/To0Q1cp6ekI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OU9Lm5sbt_A/s1600/Steve-jobs-apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffmc2KKGG5M/To0Q1cp6ekI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OU9Lm5sbt_A/s320/Steve-jobs-apple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BA5BXZPcJXw/To0Q1z447oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KWB9SK5nCpQ/s1600/steve-jobs-resigns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BA5BXZPcJXw/To0Q1z447oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KWB9SK5nCpQ/s320/steve-jobs-resigns.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bL2JuaT_QKU/To0Q2YS8dNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rlHpF1fnn8c/s1600/stevejobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bL2JuaT_QKU/To0Q2YS8dNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rlHpF1fnn8c/s320/stevejobs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on this sad day that Apple lost a visionary. He was the person who changed the way technology is viewed today. With each product, the people of the world found various new ways to contact their loved ones, share memories and just have plain fun. The Macintosh, the Mac Book, the Mac Book Air, the iPod, the iPod Touch, the iPhone and the iPad are now widely used in more than 80 countries (rough estimate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does not stop just there. Each time a product is released, at least one new software is also introduced to the world. The iOS-es, for example. New concepts are demonstrated and they somehow manage to make it more user-friendly with each new release. The devices itself are marvels to behold with Dual Core Processors, Gyroscope, awesome camera functions, awesome battery life and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now iCloud and the iOS 5 are about to see the light. Once again, it was he that made this all possible, with the help of his trustable and reliable subordinates-cum-friends (I'm pretty sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is Steve Jobs, the man who, on this day - the 6th of October, passed away at only 56 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out, everything I type will be my personal opinion, so don't judge me! (Inside joke :P) Honestly, I cannot believe Steve Jobs is now gone. I've watched every single Apple Special Event in which he appeared in (which technically means I've watched literally every single Apple Special Event) and I've always been amazed at how Apple can come up with such complex-yet-user-friendly stuff that is on the market today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my direct family members own at least &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apple product. We have the Snow Leopard, I'm in possession of an iPad, my sister and uncle use an iPhone 4, my parents each find incredible use in their iPhone 3Gs, my sister has a Mac Book, and my aunt and uncle (my mom's sister and her husband) jointly use an iPad 2. I think the only people in my direct family who have not the fortune of owning personal Apple devices are my brother and my aunt (my dad's sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean our family is rich enough to afford all these things (though I know of one family who literally owns each kind of Apple product :P) but it goes to show that we trust in its functions and abilities to make working, learning and playing so much easier. And I'm very sure Apple users around the world can vouch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Apple, it just works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the magic behind the scenes. Other phone and laptop companies have tried - pretty much in vain - to imitate these fantastic machines but they can only barely scratch the floor at which Apple stands. The BlackBerry, the Samsung Galaxy Tabs, they all try their hardest to emulate Apple but that's just it. All they can do is try their best, 'cause only Apple can stand above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the man standing behind Apple as we watch the world of technology unfold before our very eyes is now dead, I'm certain everyone is left dumbfounded. I actually didn't know of this until my mom told me after I wished her Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it? The celebration of birth of a beloved came in conjunction with the mournful death of a prodigy. In fact, it's been the other way around for me too, because the celebration of birth of a prodigy came in conjunction with the mournful death of a beloved (my grandpa, on the 24th of February - which is the day Steve Jobs was born).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Cook, you'd better keep Apple and Jobs' reputation soaring above the clouds, because they have done the world the greatest good any other machine can possibly jointly offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this tragedy, we mustn't dwell. We shouldn't be sad he passed, but be thankful he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Steve Jobs, and may you silently watch over the growth of your company while you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Keep supporting Apple products!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4221021831880339203?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4221021831880339203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4221021831880339203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4221021831880339203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4221021831880339203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffmc2KKGG5M/To0Q1cp6ekI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OU9Lm5sbt_A/s72-c/Steve-jobs-apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1582649781532405378</id><published>2011-10-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:00:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人間の敵</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: How often does an average person lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. I was either too busy blogging about insufferable people in school or just being plain sloth-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I woke up at 8 something, close to 9. Finished reading Gakuen Alice whilst having my shake, then had lunch downstairs. My lunch consisted of "nasi lemak", which I reluctantly shared with my mom (I'm kidding -_-) and a bite of her "char siew sou".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, my mom and the maid left to my grandparents' place. I quickly bathed, charged my iPad then played some pieces on the piano, which I make a habit of doing every day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher came at 1:40p.m, and my brother and I had our English tuition. Class was funny and fun again today, as usual. The teacher makes endless recounts of what happens in her daily life to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you get a lot of writing-essay ideas from her stories. They just spring out at you like a snake spitting poison and to prevent myself from forgetting any of those ideas, I lightly and briefly penciled them out on my book as she's telling me her stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At four o'clock, she left and I chilled for a while before changing out of my pants because apparently, after visiting my grandma, we were going out to eat at God-knows-where. I'm hoping it's a shopping mall. Leisure Mall would be nice - I could get my books there - or KLCC - I can go to Kinokuniya!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I mentioned the whole "her daily life makes good material for writing essays" thing? I was getting started on one till my dad came and it was time to leave -_- Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm currently in my grandparents' place. My grandma is being as unresponsive as ever, but she manages a "good night", "hello sayang" and "goodbye" every now and then, which makes my heart overflow with undying love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's strike, let her be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for dinner soon. I just finished the NST-NIE Creative Writing Workshop report for the library that was actually due last week. The teacher gave me until tomorrow, so... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I shall be off now. CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1582649781532405378?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1582649781532405378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1582649781532405378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1582649781532405378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1582649781532405378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='人間の敵'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2009992318106528946</id><published>2011-09-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:50:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>バカ人間</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: If quitting law enforcement means you're allowed to break the rules, what do you need to quit to get some brains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't know how many more of these kind of posts I'll be posting before I can actually blog about myself -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's for the jackasses who hurt my buddies in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut-the-f*ck-&lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt;, man. (I know, I know, I'm kinda swearing a lot nowadays, though it's censored :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more pretentious can you &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt;? Were all your years as prefects just for show? Just for ko-ko marks? How could you even bring yourself to &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; that? To a &lt;i&gt;junior&lt;/i&gt;, no less. You friggin' chump assholes only know how to suck up to teachers and then do the exact opposite of what you're supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bunch of two-faced (if not more) bitches ("bastards" is being WAY too nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are wondering what the hell happened, here's a little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-prefects &amp;amp; Co.: *Making a lot of noise. NOT shutting up.*&lt;br /&gt;Probate: Please keep quiet (or somewhere among those lines).&lt;br /&gt;Ex-prefects &amp;amp; Co.: *Still making a lot of noise. STILL not shutting up.*&lt;br /&gt;Probate: Please keep quiet. *After a while* Please keep quiet (or somewhere among those lines).&lt;br /&gt;FATIN HANANI (Yeah, screw her, I ain't making nicknames for her for safety purposes): Ei! Do you know who I am? I used to be the top five, okay? You should know that in these kind of situations, people will NOT listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;F*CK&lt;/span&gt;. Is. That?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. What I would give to be a prefect and to be there at that point of time &lt;i&gt;JUST&lt;/i&gt; so I could give her a big piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHAT you were the top five?! When you passed the prefectorial baton over to the next batch, did you pass your sanity as well? Or were you never in possession of such a thing in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You should know that in these kind of situations, people will NOT listen to you."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Kanga, just because YOU couldn't handle them when something like that happened, it doesn't mean the future generation can't. Honestly, I agree with her when she said your batch was the worst. The Head Prefect was a third-rate lowlife, the Vice President lost her common sense and whichever post YOU held, you definitely didn't do it justice AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw all of you, man. You're all just as bad as all the other students the minute you take your blazers off. When you graduate, don't ever bother coming back and showing your sorry-ass faces around us. The school's better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You intend to walk into the exam hall with THAT kind of attitude? Sorry for the curse (or am I?), but may you never succeed in life. You may get straight A's for SPM, bachelors, masters and doctorates, but you'll never be more than that; a display trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; lead a good life. You'll &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; be what you want to be. And you'll &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; be wanted by &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;i&gt;that'll&lt;/i&gt; make you think twice or three times before you attempt to humiliate someone in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that'll require &lt;i&gt;brains&lt;/i&gt;, won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL the ex-prefects, in fact, think that it's okay to break the laws once you've "retired". The Head actually forgot her tie and needed to see the discipline teacher for a rented one. The Vice actually switched uniforms with her non-prefect friend and the others just don't know how to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of "Please stop talking" do you NOT seem to be able to comprehend? And am I the only one who feels the importance of needing to SHUT UP when the situation demands it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save the assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2009992318106528946?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2009992318106528946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2009992318106528946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2009992318106528946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2009992318106528946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_30.html' title='バカ人間'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5667406269893675414</id><published>2011-09-29T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:57:28.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>嘘つき</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: How many lies do you have to tell before you qualify to be a full-fledged liar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard something unbelievably hilarious the other day. Heck, it wasn't "the other day", it was just yesterday. I was having my BM tuition and my teacher told me something SO funny I had to refrain from toppling over with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my ex-teacher's been telling her all kinds of things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't geddit, you know? I mean, yeah, sure, I stopped your tuition, but it doesn't give you the liberty of backstabbing your ex-students behind their backs, understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-are-&lt;i&gt;such &lt;/i&gt;a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! What the hell is your problem, woman?? Is it not enough that you dissed my family? Now you're spreading lies about me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck you, man. You must be one jealous bitch to want other people to think I did so badly in my exams. Envious of me? I'm smarter than your son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's 'cause I don't go around socializing with God-knows-which school friends outside all the f*cking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike your son, I actually study. Unlike your son, I don't go outside unnecessarily. Unlike your son, I care about my school results. Unlike your son, I feel the need to emulate the smartasses in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very much unlike &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, my mom doesn't find comfort in backbiting other people's children just so they can feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw off, bitch. There's only so much you can hide from the world. I never said a word to you. I never even told your son any of my results. How the heck would you know about them? If you had just said I didn't do so well, I would be able to accept that. But you said I didn't even get a single A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can bloody get your facts right, I got FOUR A's (three of them A minuses, but it's still something). Nothing to be proud of, but they're A's nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start concocting your own conjectures about other students, why don't you try turning your boasts about your son a reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5667406269893675414?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5667406269893675414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5667406269893675414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5667406269893675414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5667406269893675414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_29.html' title='嘘つき'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5684263098646431362</id><published>2011-09-27T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:52:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>英語は楽しいです!!</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Do you like writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at my usual time today, once again, with the help of my brother's alarm clock. He didn't go to school today, though. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having packed my bag and everything - also to check on my Kodomo no Omocha downloads - my mom sent me to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got super annoyed in school today because I only slept at 12 o'clock finishing my NILAM book and I forgot to put it into my bag. Can you imagine? Best part is, I already took it downstairs, with full intention of handing it to Dellie, but I didn't put it in. I-just-didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologized to Dellie, then went on with the morning briefing. Apparently the Form 4s and 2s have to come up with a performance for the Form 5 Librarians' Farewell, but we haven't even met up once yet. I was thinking about another song like last year, but I can't be selfish, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Editoral Board of my school is recruiting new members and I'm in a dilemma. I want to write for the school magazine, but I'm scared of the Head of the English department -_- It's Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dramatic music plays in background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, I'll be able to collect more Ko-ko points. And honestly. I desperately need those. I haven't even handed my ko-ko book in ONCE in my whole life. I won't be able to impress any colleges if I don't excel in any co-curricular activities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, school was actually quite fun today. The first two classes of Form 4 - Alpha and Beta - attended this NST-NIE Creative Writing Workshop in the Pameran room today. Was psyched, naturally, but it was similar to the one I had once attended with Sara, Kanga and Shez once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It was still interesting. I liked our facilitator. Free food was given too. Mwahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only finished at 15 minutes WAY past 2:30p.m, so I was kinda scolded by my mom, who had another class at three o'clock. Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very nice lunch today. My mom bought the "lo mai bao" from my grandparents' marketplace. Played Restaurant City and Virtual Families whilst I ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and everything, then took a nap outside on the couch because I was really, really tired. And I did something completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to my phone ringing. It was my teacher, and she was waiting outside. O.O I know, right? I couldn't believe it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was alright, though. I might actually consider being an actuarist. The pay is fantastic, and it means I get to do more Add Maths :) I really like it, I dunno why. Especially Differentiation. I think Chapter 9 is my favourite chapter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention this earlier, but my Kodomo no Omocha download finished, so I downloaded the next two episodes. If I'm not mistaken - and if God's shining upon me tonight - they will finish before I go to sleep, so I can continue with the following two episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, if my sister is reading this (and I'm sure she will): Have any of the episodes finished downloading??? I wanna know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had shake and a bowl of "mi sua" for dinner. Will be hitting the hay soon because I'm really tired. Like I said, I've been feeling very exhausted nowadays and I can hardly imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be studying hard tomorrow. Finals are in less than two weeks. Buck up, Lou!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: This is suicide, but I have a Tumblr now. God save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5684263098646431362?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5684263098646431362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5684263098646431362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5684263098646431362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5684263098646431362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_27.html' title='英語は楽しいです!!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3015905106846936370</id><published>2011-09-26T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:03:45.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>お休みのキス</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: If Shakespeare was gay, why did he have a wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:36a.m today. Yeah~ Nowadays, it's my brother's alarm at 5:30 that wakes me up. Mine still goes off at 4:48a.m, of course, it's just that I snooze it till it's time for me to get up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after I freshened up and put on my uniform, I went downstairs to pack my bags, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. My brother came down after that, and at 6:30a.m, my mom sent us to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate Mondays, even though I don't go for the Bangsar tuition anymore. I mean, I hate our morning assemblies on Mondays. Way too long. And as if that's not bad enough, our Headmistress didn't come in today, so the second-in-command teacher gave her long, dull speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject for the day was History. Made my way to the Bilik Akses with Andyy after going to the toilet. We talked about various things. Things that I'd rather not disclose here. Not much, then again. Just stuff about what happened after I left her house on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 'cause all the excitement happens when I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second subject was English. That reminds me, I need to get started on my presentation. The last day is on Thursday. Bleghh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I had the coffee cake that my aunt bought from the market and hung out with Sara and the rest of my friends in Alpha. Bought a new corrector and a NILAM book as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess came Moral. My friend, Dellie, went back home quite soon after it started, so she gave me her module to complete since I didn't bring mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost mine, actually -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Add Maths. We were relieved by one teacher, but Sausage gave us some Chapter 9, Differentiation questions that we had to solve. Was really fun, you know? Danya missed quite a lot. I hope she can catch up tomorrow, if she's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was next. Naturally, it was more or less as interesting as it'll ever get. Sara and Kanga were annoyed at the table behind us because they were talking loudly and very annoyingly. God, some of their voices are just so friggin' irritating that you just want to wrench their voice boxes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'm not even making sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was the last subject. I love our Physics teacher, she's so cute and she's great at teaching. You feel as if you get smarter and smarter with each passing lesson. Awesome, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta study yourselves too, of course, bak kata pepatah, bertepuk sebelah tangan tiada bunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. Kanga and Cleo, dear darlings, accompanied me again. Came back home, used my iPad a while, then went to bathe. After bathing, I did something I didn't think I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, like, on the couch outside the music room. I actually napped in a sitting position, leaning against the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around six something, I got around to doing my school work - Chemistry report, which is due tomorrow, and the Add Maths questions we got today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go soon. I actually haven't done my NILAM yet. Dellie would kill me if she found out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie then :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3015905106846936370?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3015905106846936370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3015905106846936370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3015905106846936370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3015905106846936370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_1665.html' title='お休みのキス'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7563002829642007077</id><published>2011-09-26T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:44:04.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>耳を貸して</title><content type='html'>Listen, and listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't understand you guys, y'know? We all go to school for a reason. We all need to study. And therefore we need to listen to every effing word that comes out of our teacher's mouths because they're - no matter how much you deny it - important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't give a damn whether or not you guys want to study. The decision to screw your lives up isn't mine to make. You can do whatever you want to your future and I'd just turn a blind eye to it. It's none of my business, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DO give a damn about, though, is the fact that you're not only too noisy for us to hear our teachers, but also that you're being f*cking rude to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk all you want. I don't care. But the least you can do is use some common sense that you're not the only human beings - or are you? - in the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME of us actually WANT to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a change, why don't you try zipping it?! You can honestly wonder why you're failing Bio with THAT attitude of yours? You can honestly wonder why she can use your not paying any attention in class as the reason to why you're failing in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that you won't change until SHE gets an attitude as well? You want her to punish you and scold you and treat us all like slaves? Is that what you want? Is that what you're waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to study. Kanga, Sara, Chucky and I all want to study. Why is it you are so selfish that you can't understand that? You can't respect that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask you to keep quiet and you take it as we're being stuck ups. We say, "If you don't want to study, just keep your voices down so the rest of us can" and you pretend you didn't hear us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a limit to your ignorance and childishness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake, give her a break. The teacher's so pitiful, having to raise her voice louder and louder all the time just so the people IN FRONT can hear what the buck she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't care if you don't want to study. I don't care if you want to talk in class. But do it so that those who WANT to study don't get disturbed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a no-brainer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7563002829642007077?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7563002829642007077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7563002829642007077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7563002829642007077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7563002829642007077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_26.html' title='耳を貸して'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-3810059038810167252</id><published>2011-09-25T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:42:21.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>悪い?!!</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Where art thou common sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, water everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And not a drop to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Samuel Taylor Coleridge-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ola :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been waking up pretty late these days -_- Woke up at 10 something today - I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That aside, I had quite a nice time yesterday :) There was no Add Maths tuition (for sad reasons), no English tuition (transferred to Sunday), and no Theory class (because I was going for Andyy's open house).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached there quite late. Pretty awkward, though, because Andyy and her cousin DoubleA-Ron were busy doing something else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh-my-God, I'm actually &lt;i&gt;afraid &lt;/i&gt;of even thinking about what the hell they were watching. But I think it's safe to bet my allowance on the fact they must've been watching porn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bleghh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, like I said, the first few minutes were a little awkward for me. I actually had to take a book from my bag and read it just so I had something to do. Not long after, Shez came too. Again, it was a little awkward, till we all went down to have something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had around 6 or 7 sticks of satay with delicious &lt;i&gt;kuah kacang&lt;/i&gt;. Once again, not long after, Danya arrived. Thank God. I was literally waiting for her arrival. Sitting with two people I was never &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;close with was really getting too tiresome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was really entertaining to just listen to them speaking, though. I didn't talk much. I'm a passive person, I guess. Not that much of a sociable person. Never was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At around 7 something, I left Andyy's house to my grandparents' place. We were going to have dinner with my mom's aunt, uncle and cousin - in other words, my grandaunt, granduncle and... I dunno who her cousin's supposed to be for my siblings and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ho-ly shit. My granduncle is bloody young!! He's only FOUR years older than my mom! That's not her uncle, that's her brother!&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;Dinner was rather nice, though I didn't really like the restaurant we ate at. Food was fine. After dinner, we went back to my grandparents' place and talked till a little after 11:30p.m. Reached home at around midnight and I used my iPad till around 1:30a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting back to today (well, whatever that's happened so far), I had shake for breakfast (like always) and then, with my dad, brother and family friend, had lunch at Yap's Chicken, near our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had English tuition (since yesterday we didn't have it) at 2 o'clock. Just recently finished. Watching a few episodes of Castle at the moment (just for the fun of it) and also downloading episodes of Itazura Na Kiss from YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's about it, then, for now :) CIAO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-3810059038810167252?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/3810059038810167252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=3810059038810167252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3810059038810167252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/3810059038810167252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_25.html' title='悪い?!!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-5152025106864117945</id><published>2011-09-21T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:47:46.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明日、来るな!</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Would you be happy to have someone new in your life, or would you be sad now you have one more person to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall mentioning I didn't go to school today in today's earlier post. I'm sorry I haven't been updating, by the way. I was just way too lazy. I know, I know, I'm not supposed to do that, and honestly, the lack of tuition has been the major reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had shake for breakfast today, as usual, as I toyed around with my iPad. Not long after, my mom, sister and brother came back from my grandparents' place, so I had to bathe before that. After they finished freshening up as well, we left to KK's, the restaurant behind the market place of our small little town (is it a town?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following our lunch (which consisted of beancurd, lemon chicken, fish, &lt;i&gt;kai lan&lt;/i&gt;, and egg in wine), we (my mom, aunt and I) "escorted" my sister to Corus Hotel, where she left on Aeroline back to S'pore. Yeah~ She's only been here for four days excluding today. Short, I know. One can wonder why she even bothered coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking, I'm joking! (Inside joke :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping my sister off, we made our way to Bangsar Shopping Centre. My mom wanted to get more Cottage Cheese, but it was sold out when we got there :( It's a sign. God doesn't want me to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you He hates me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought other stuff too, but I can't remember what, so we'll leave it at that :P Dinner was some &lt;i&gt;da-bao-ed&lt;/i&gt; food from a Chinese stall nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorted out all my homework today. Finished whatever I was supposed to finish, did my tactical plan for the Library this year, attempted to complete my Physics Chapter 3 module, drank my chlorophyll (???)... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up for too long now, haven't I? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then. I must say, I've been quite good since I haven't been excessively watching anime and reading manga (unless you count me re-reading the chapters of Gakuen Alice I have in my iPad -_-) since I stopped my Bangsar tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working hard from now on. Or not, my mom will start saying I'm a disappointment again. I'll make sure she gulps them right back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to school tomorrow. Fifi's &lt;i&gt;tumpang-ing&lt;/i&gt; my car back home, so in case she reads this, I'll be waiting either in the library or the canteen. If you're late, I'll be out at the school's entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: You see? Now she's given up. She wants us to let her go. And &lt;i&gt;honestly&lt;/i&gt; speaking, I think I'm more relieved than pained. At least I'll know she won't suffer anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-5152025106864117945?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/5152025106864117945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=5152025106864117945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5152025106864117945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/5152025106864117945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_2424.html' title='明日、来るな!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8937210132138235730</id><published>2011-09-21T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:44:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>嫌な人</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how hypocritical people can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often go to school (duh -_-) and hear at least &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; bad thing about &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; whom they're actually close to. Not to say I'm loved by everyone (which proves my point), but I'm just voicing opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, I don't understand how two people can continue hanging out with each other if they can't stand each other. That's why there are fall-outs, breakdowns, burst-outs and all kinds of yelling during classes et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly care about all this, but unlike quite a few other people, I hardly have anyone I don't like. Maybe &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; smartass, but that's about it. I don't even bother disliking Blackie so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;i&gt;bother&lt;/i&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't like that person, I just avoid him/her. There's no reason for me to &lt;i&gt;pretend&lt;/i&gt; to be nice to him/her and then talk behind his/her back when he/she's not lookin'. I don't care how smart she is, I wouldn't stoop so low as to win my way into his/her heart and then strip it apart in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't like it when people start arguing in class. I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't like it when class is interrupted because half the class is more interested in listening to two people scream their disagreements with each other rather than listen to the teacher teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what annoys me the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those two are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't f*cking care if you don't like each other, and I don't care if you want to spill each other's guts out. What I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; care about, though, is the fact that my friends are arguing and throwing fireballs at each other &lt;i&gt;right in front of me&lt;/i&gt;. It hurts more than anything I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's this: I treasure the friendship we have. I don't want to sever it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN-DON'T-F*CKING-ARGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect, fine, I'll give you that. Even so, if you're friends and sometimes it's just that one point of time when he/she crosses over the line, just swallow the poison that's tempted to spurt itself at him/her and say it nicely instead. There's no reason for you to glare at that person and raise your voice. That's just going to annoy the other party and pour oil into the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'm pretty sure if you tell the opposite person all the things that he/she does that irritates you NICELY, he/she'll understand and try his/her best not to tick you off anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I know &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;would. I hear things about myself from people I never thought I'd hear from either, but you don't hear me talking bad behind their backs or hating them because of it now, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just 'cause I can bear it. And sometimes, I agree with what they say. I mean, like I said, we're not perfect, right? I can make mistakes. I can act stupidly. I can annoy the shit out of people I never mean to annoy and much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; yelling at them now, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you've noticed, but whenever any of you suddenly start yelling at each other, I don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm not going to take sides. I don't know what the hell went on between the two of you, but that's not my problem. All I want is for you to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's, of course, unless it involves criminal activities such as abuse or anything of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you try, for once, to sit down, face the person that annoys you, and talk things out? No raised voices, no angry faces, no physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just-talk. You'll honestly be surprised at how stupid you'll feel about yourselves after you're the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8937210132138235730?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8937210132138235730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8937210132138235730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8937210132138235730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8937210132138235730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_9386.html' title='嫌な人'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-8281433573715851601</id><published>2011-09-21T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:48:09.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>In Heaven - JYJ + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oa5rxv6unDc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Jigeum waseo malhal sudo eobseo&lt;br /&gt;Neoui gijeok geu modeun ge heosang gata&lt;br /&gt;Majimak geu moseubdo seoseohi gieok sogeman&lt;br /&gt;Jamgyeojyeo ganeun geotman gata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]Eodinga-eseo nal bogoisseulkka&lt;br /&gt;Huhwehaedo neujeobeoryeo bol su eobseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC][JS]Chueoge geurimja-e chokchokhan nae nunmulman&lt;br /&gt;Geu jaril jigyeobogo isseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Nan mothae jeongmal mothae&lt;br /&gt;Niga nae gyeothe isseul ttae mankeum&lt;br /&gt;Mianhande geuge andwae&lt;br /&gt;Ijen modeun ge tteolryeowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS]Jogeum deo gidarida&lt;br /&gt;Kkum sokeul hemaeida (hemaeida~)&lt;br /&gt;Gyeolguk ni aneseo nuneul gameulkkabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;br /&gt;[YC]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Jeonhyeo deulijiga anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;br /&gt;[JS]Tto dashi saranghae jugettni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC]Byeolsseo ireon gyeojeol jinawasseo&lt;br /&gt;Neoui heunjeok chajabwado jiwojyeosseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YC][JJ]Majimak ni gieokdo nunmure teoneol sokeuro&lt;br /&gt;Jamgyeojyeoganeun geotmal gata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS]Naneun mollae kkumeul kkullae&lt;br /&gt;Nega neo yeope ittjireul anha&lt;br /&gt;Mianhande iman galke&lt;br /&gt;Ijen neoui gireul ttara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Kkeuteobneun gireul ttara neol chaja hemaeida (hemaeida)&lt;br /&gt;Geunyeoreul irghoseo seulpeomanhalkkabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;br /&gt;[YC]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Jeonhyeo deulijiga anha&lt;br /&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajima kajima isseojeul su ittni&lt;br /&gt;Geojitmal geojitmal deulrijiga anha&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae saranghae boyeojul su ittni&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae saranghae saranghae jugettni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajima kajima isseojeul su ittni&lt;br /&gt;Geojitmal geojitmal deulijiga anha&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae saranghae boyeojul su ittni&lt;br /&gt;Jebal dorawajweo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;br /&gt;[YC]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Jeonhyeo deuliji anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;br /&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Tto dashi saranghae jugettni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/a16i19tpeuai6su/JYJ%20-%20In%20Heaven-1.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/a16i19tpeuai6su/JYJ%20-%20In%20Heaven-1.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: My personal favourite from JYJ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-8281433573715851601?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/8281433573715851601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=8281433573715851601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8281433573715851601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/8281433573715851601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-heaven-jyj-d.html' title='In Heaven - JYJ + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oa5rxv6unDc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1155164664318837077</id><published>2011-09-21T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:37:31.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>いやよ</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Do you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school again today. I shouldn't even be sitting in front of the computer. I'm supposed to be resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick yesterday, that's why -_- Dad sent me to Pantai to see an orthopedic/orthopaedic too, for my foot. He said my knee is weak, that's why my hips started to hurt as well. It was a similar pain to my growth pains before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back, I ate the &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my mom brought back from my grandma's place. Then had my medications. Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad kept pushing me to do stretching exercises for my foot and everything. I just hope I'm hardworking enough to actually do them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out in my sister's room for a fairly long amount of time today. I was downloading Restaurant City on my iPad and playing around with it whilst my sister loaded the first episode of the fourth season of Castle which finally came out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I hadn't, though. 'Cause now I wanna watch the next episode SO much. I was hoping I could wait until the season finished before I started watching it again so I didn't have to wait, but my sister has no such patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cornflakes for a snack later on, then went downstairs to do something I forgot -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was &lt;i&gt;lo mai bao&lt;/i&gt;, which my mom also brought back from my grandma's market place. Watched some Michael McIntyre vids with my sister before baking a marble cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting for the cake to bake, my sister and I watched various videos from Westlife and DBSK (you know, back when they were still the best?). Also watched the Big Bang Parody of Secret Garden again. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize Ji Young could be so cute. Can hardly believe he's G-Dragon, no? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep at around 12 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for "yesterday" :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1155164664318837077?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1155164664318837077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1155164664318837077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1155164664318837077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1155164664318837077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_6069.html' title='いやよ'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-9176264874675492769</id><published>2011-09-21T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:25:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>いつもいつも</title><content type='html'>It can only get worse here on out, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bloody time we see her, she's at least 5% more miserable than the last time we saw her. I can't imagine the pain she's going through even at this moment. I'm left wondering at night if she's awake, anticipating the pain that's gonna hit when she leasts expects it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the thing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as she settles down, the pain kicks in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting her just yesterday, and I didn't realize until then, how much a person could hate his/her "Creator" so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me there's no point in hating the One Up There, but a person can only stand so much, right? All I wanted was for her to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be a full-fledged Christian before You help me? Help &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relied on You. She keeps crying out for You whenever her body hurts. Crying for help. My aunt relies on You too, probably more than the patient herself. She's not about to let the disease take her beloved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like she's the only one that's hurting. My mom cries so often now. My sister's cried twice for her. I've teared - I usually prefer &lt;i&gt;against&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;crying in public (it'll be way too humiliating for me) - and thanks to her needing assistance at all times, my mom (who goes up to see her almost every day now), aunt (who's there literally every day) and at the moment, my sister, is always so friggin' tired after visiting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the disease doesn't ALL go away, at least allow her control over her own body? Her bowels? Her limbs? Her dignity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to "ask and you shall receive"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-9176264874675492769?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/9176264874675492769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=9176264874675492769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9176264874675492769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/9176264874675492769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_21.html' title='いつもいつも'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-1622476154061923903</id><published>2011-09-13T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:09:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夢は?</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What is your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a little later than yesterday today. I only woke up at 5:38a.m, which was kinda bad, 'cause by the time I woke up and got dressed, it was already ten to 6 o'clock. Woke my brother up, checked on the Kodomo no Omocha downloads, packed my bag, then my dad sent us to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For morning briefing, I found out my department was to hand in our file and proposal (not to mention the design of the librarian board) by this week. We also need to hand in our librarian notebooks on Thursday. It would be nice if Danya were to see this and then hand hers in to someone, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely must say the library's really switching to discipline-mode now. Our current Prez is stricter than ever about rules, duties, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I think she'll have my scalp if anything bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs after the briefing then up to our classes after singing the national anthem and listening to our teacher (as always -_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm really thankful I've got great friends like Sara and Kanga who would do things like take my bags, take me to the elevator and wait on me all the time. I feel lurr-ed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject for today was Maths, but since our teacher was busy, we had Chemistry instead. Chem was fun, I guess. We learnt new things and of the like. I'd already learnt the first part of this chapter in tuition, so I could more or less answer the questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanga and Sara (and most of the people in my class, actually) dislike our Chem teacher, but I don't really dislike her. I mean, she seems fine to me. They say she likes to give her students all the work, though. I think her method has some good and bad points. For example, at least then we'll actually do work, you know? :P Plus, if she really was useless, she wouldn't even have bothered preparing her own stuff for us to understand, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is probably that she expects you to know everything -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chem, we had BM. Our teacher came in and gave us an essay to complete on car accidents. After finishing our homework, we handed it in and waited for the bell to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it did, I told Sara to meet me in the canteen whilst Kanga and I went to toilet. The both of us then went down via the elevator and headed to the canteen. Had "nasi lemak" today. Sorry, but let me sin today, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next four periods were free periods for our class. Our Chem class was already postponed to earlier this morning (cause our teacher had to go for a dental appointment) and our Maths teacher was on labour leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun, actually. I French braided, like, four people's hair because they wanted it. It was Sara, Kanga, Laili and Chucks. Haha. Was kinda proud of myself :P Though most fell apart halfway through because they were either too short or I was just lousy -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about all kinds of things during those four free periods. One was about various ways to motivate ourselves to study. We gave all kinds of suggestions, like display posters of our goals all over the place; toilets, dining hall, computer wall, you name it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two periods ranting about just that alone, they decided to play a game. The game worked like this: You write whatever you want on a post-it then stick it to someone else's head. The person with the post-it then has to guess whatever is on his/her forehead. Danya, Azanne, Andyy and others used to play this game (I don't know who came up with this game, though) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with just Sara, Kanga and Chucks. Then, it extended to Laili (it was then that I braided her hair). Gradually, the numbers increased because the guys joined in too. That was also when the phrases and words also got more crude and... Well, s*xual -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were stuff like 'Press my boobz' (that was particularly hilarious), 'Chocolates are disgusting', 'How I met your father' (I know, right?), and even this one, 'Dick'. I helped with that one. Know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't do it without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got one that was 'Suck my dick' and all they had to say was "What would you like a girl to do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about threesomes and other s*xual stuff too, but yeah, I think I've dumped enough filth into my blog to last another decade -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the last subject for today was Moral and after it, I ate lunch with Kanga in the canteen, then she (being the angel that she is) accompanied me to the back where I was supposed to wait for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I bathed, then ate the "nasi lemak" that my mom got from the market at my grandparents' place. Checked on the downloads too, but I think it won't get to download within the night because, for one, it was switched off sometime during the morning and number two, my brother's using the computer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's using it, I can bet my allowance for a year that he'll switch the damned thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after having my shake, I searched for more Sana and Akito (the lead characters in Kodomo no Omocha) AMVs before going upstairs to watch bits of Tangled because Cleo made me want to watch it again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music I posted, please? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I gotta go now. Not much else to post about, and I think I've written enough for today :P CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I'm very glad my blog helps :) At least then I can feel good about myself whenever I sit with my iPad and blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-1622476154061923903?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/1622476154061923903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=1622476154061923903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1622476154061923903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/1622476154061923903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_13.html' title='夢は?'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4748877544997519408</id><published>2011-09-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:40:39.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>World's Gunna End - Megan and Liz + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bsujKFpEY70" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Down to your last move&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew everything about me&lt;br /&gt;Like you were my diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, time, tickin' by&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you come back around&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;When you say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;The sky'll fall down, the sky'll fall down now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day won't come&lt;br /&gt;We're over done&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your twisted ways were&amp;nbsp;nothing new&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Had to handle it this time&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd be doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, time's tickin' by&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you come back around&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;When you say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;The sky'll fall down, the sky'll fall down now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day won't come&lt;br /&gt;We're over done&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end&lt;br /&gt;Now (now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the sun really going out&lt;br /&gt;Am I sure I don't want you around?&lt;br /&gt;If the moon fades to black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, are you ever really gonna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you come back around&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now (the world's gonna end now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back around&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;When you say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;The sky'll fall down, the sky'll fall down now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day won't come&lt;br /&gt;We're over done (yeah, we're done, yeah, we're done)&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;The world's gonna end, the world's gonna end now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/9kbp3ea54bdyhpa/World%27s%20Gunna%20End%20-%20Megan%20and%20Liz.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/9kbp3ea54bdyhpa/World%27s%20Gunna%20End%20-%20Megan%20and%20Liz.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Please support this artist by buying their music on iTunes. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-4748877544997519408?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/4748877544997519408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=4748877544997519408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4748877544997519408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/4748877544997519408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/worlds-gunna-end-megan-and-liz-d.html' title='World&apos;s Gunna End - Megan and Liz + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bsujKFpEY70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6560648577377471411</id><published>2011-09-13T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:01:14.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>If You Were Mine - Gardiner Sisters Official Video + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zBTcBlM66a0" width="560"&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Download link: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ijm5i4znynz5z35/%22If%20You%20Were%20Mine%22%20Official%20Music%20Video-%20Gardiner%20Sisters%20NOW%20on%20iTunes.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/ijm5i4znynz5z35/%22If%20You%20Were%20Mine%22%20Official%20Music%20Video-%20Gardiner%20Sisters%20NOW%20on%20iTunes.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I don't own anything. Please purchase the song on iTunes to support the artist :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6560648577377471411?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6560648577377471411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6560648577377471411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6560648577377471411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6560648577377471411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-were-mine-gardiner-sisters.html' title='If You Were Mine - Gardiner Sisters Official Video + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zBTcBlM66a0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-7462853951761442480</id><published>2011-09-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:45:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>バカ人</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: Can you move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up superb-ly early today. 5:33a.m. Went to my parents room, bathed, then got ready for school. Yeah~ I still hate Mondays, you know -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came down early and my mom came down early as well, I reached school pretty early. I was one of the first ones up outside the library. (Yes, I finally decided to go for my morning briefings :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things had changed since I last went for a briefing. For one, the meeting place changed -_- Now it's being held in the library's AV room. I know, right? Discipline's a whole lot stricter too, now that Sausage is the Head of Discipline. Got penalized for not wearing my librarian badge :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know we were supposed to wear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even the library has "kits" where you rent badges and sell ribbons et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Bleghh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the merit-demerit system too and your starting point depends on your post. Since I'm the Head of Deco, I start at 30. Normal librarians start at 50. The more "geng" your post is, the less points you start at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject of the day was History and we spent it at the PIBG room with the projector. Wasn't too bad. Found out that &lt;i&gt;masjid&lt;/i&gt;-s all around the world were converted into something else -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no English today because our teacher went somewhere else. So we spent one period of it in the computer lab researching our Chemistry homework then spent the second period in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was okay, I guess. Had my cake, then went up to class. Moral was alright. Puan J didn't come for Add Maths, so Puan Ju took over our class. We went upstairs for three periods of Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I think my brain fried. Haha. But it was cool nonetheless. Figured it's never too late to start studying seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bio, we had Physics. Physics was nice too. We just started a new chapter and I was so proud I could answer some of the questions. As for the structure questions, going for tuition in Bangsar helped :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bangsar's tuition, my dad and I decided I should change days because he's busy most Mondays and I think it's a rush for me to come back from school and go straight to Bangsar after gobbling lunch down in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did today -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept for about one and a half hours before going downstairs to continue my Chemistry homework that I finished halfway the day before. (We went to the 100degrees steamboat place again :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am super duper ultra unbelievably happy right now because I just found a torrent that allows me to download Kodomo no Omocha, Japanese dubbed and English subbed. You see, I've been trying so hard to find a site which offered the episodes in Jap dub and Eng sub, but so far, all I managed to find was the episodes, English dubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell was I gonna watch anything that's English dubbed. Bloody annoying accents and ludicrous pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my homework then sent it to Sara cause she wanted to copy-paste some :P Am going to print it and bind it later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today, I guess. Am having shake for dinner, so not much to tell :) CIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Am at a loss on whether I should go to school tomorrow -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-7462853951761442480?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/7462853951761442480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=7462853951761442480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7462853951761442480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/7462853951761442480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_12.html' title='バカ人'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-2118232394723459818</id><published>2011-09-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:25:18.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Mama Will Hold Me - Kristi Nelson + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OzpcNLaoGAQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn't come home last night&lt;br /&gt;And he won't be back next year&lt;br /&gt;There's an empty place at our table now&lt;br /&gt;And our eyes are wet with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known what would happen that day&lt;br /&gt;When our nation's freedom was tried&lt;br /&gt;A hateful act brought our buildings down&lt;br /&gt;And innocent people died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I miss my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold him in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;And mama will hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he waved goodbye, never thought&lt;br /&gt;That's the last of him I'd see&lt;br /&gt;And when he drove away to work that day&lt;br /&gt;My dad was leaving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I love my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold him in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;And mama will hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on he called my mother&lt;br /&gt;Said his last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;He told her that he loved her&lt;br /&gt;And she began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some say daddy's gone&lt;br /&gt;I know he's right here&lt;br /&gt;Watching over all of us&lt;br /&gt;And we no need to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I miss my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold him in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;And mama will hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I love my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold him in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;And mama will hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold him in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;And mama will hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/em24g4mry7s35ys/Mama-Will-Hold-Me%5Bwww.savevid.com%5D.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/em24g4mry7s35ys/Mama-Will-Hold-Me%5Bwww.savevid.com%5D.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: This song is another one of those tear-jerking ones. Unbelievably moving. Awesome song in memory of the heroes of 9/11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-2118232394723459818?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/2118232394723459818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=2118232394723459818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2118232394723459818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/2118232394723459818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/mama-will-hold-me-kristi-nelson-d.html' title='Mama Will Hold Me - Kristi Nelson + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OzpcNLaoGAQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-6033142027998967226</id><published>2011-09-11T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:50:58.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>How To Love - Christina Grimmie &amp; Tyler Ward *Lil' Wayne* + D</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MMy48cpTjc4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of crooks try'na steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now you in the corner try'na put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you was just a young'un your looks were so precious&lt;br /&gt;But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing&lt;br /&gt;But you can't have a man look at you for five seconds&lt;br /&gt;Without you being insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never credit yourself so when you got older&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you came back ten times younger&lt;br /&gt;Now you're sitting here in this same corner&lt;br /&gt;Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you had a lot of crooks try'na steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the corner try'na put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second you were here&lt;br /&gt;Why you over there, it's hard not to stare&lt;br /&gt;Way you movin' I'm thinking that you never had a love&lt;br /&gt;Had a love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of dreams that transformed to visions&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you saw the world affected your decisions&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions&lt;br /&gt;To be the one here talking to me, be the one listenin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I admire your poppin' bottles and grinning&lt;br /&gt;Just as much as you admired the beginning&lt;br /&gt;And you, don't be mad, nobody else trippin'&lt;br /&gt;You've seen a lot of crooks and them crooks still crook, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of crooks try'na steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the corner try'na put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I just want you to know that you deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, beautiful, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You're far from the usual&lt;br /&gt;Far from the usual, far from the usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of crooks&lt;br /&gt;Try'na steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of crooks&lt;br /&gt;Try'na steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of moments&lt;br /&gt;That didn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the corner try'na put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to love, how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ualk7t1bchjmo21/How%20To%20Love%20-%20Christina%20Grimmie%20%26%20Tyler%20Ward.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/file/ualk7t1bchjmo21/How%20To%20Love%20-%20Christina%20Grimmie%20%26%20Tyler%20Ward.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please click on my Nuffnang ads :) Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Vid's on YouTube. I do not own anything, not the video, or the song. Purchase this song on iTunes if you wanna support these artists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399137717245806165-6033142027998967226?l=animerurisa231995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/feeds/6033142027998967226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399137717245806165&amp;postID=6033142027998967226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6033142027998967226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399137717245806165/posts/default/6033142027998967226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animerurisa231995.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-love-christina-grimmie-tyler.html' title='How To Love - Christina Grimmie &amp; Tyler Ward *Lil&apos; Wayne* + D'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281998703438805781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP53WR0uvqs/SNt2MaUMkyI/AAAAAAAAACg/BdQHhOj8dl8/S220/Mico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MMy48cpTjc4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399137717245806165.post-4965258873128158865</id><published>2011-09-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:13:27.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~10/09/2011~</title><content type='html'>Today's million-dollar question: What would you give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*          *          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 something today to go to the toilet. Thought I'd be able to sleep more, but then at 7:40a.m, before my alarm even had a chance to go off, my dad burst into the room, switched the lights on and the air conditioner off, then told me to get ready for my doctor's appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment was actually scheduled at 10:30a.m, but my dad had to go to the Setapak office branch to hand over some business stuff so we had to leave earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Setapak - by then, it had already started raining - we left to Menara BRDB, where my appointment was scheduled at. It was a new clinic, really. Just opened up about a month ago. My doctor said that commuting there would be easier than to Subang Medical Centre, so that's where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my appointment, my dad and I went over to the opposite of the clinic to eat brunch at the Bangsar Shopping Centre. Went to Coffee Bean and shared a Break-o-Day and Egg Club Sandwich with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we went to Cold Storage, where we got Cottage Cheese, mushroom soup and a can of whip cream for my baking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 11:30-ish to my grandparents' place to pass over the Cottage Cheese. Saw my grandma's feet had swollen down, so I thought it was good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she can't even walk anymore. She had no more strength. Yeah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left quite soon after that cause my dad needed to get to the office as fast as possible. He left me some stuff to do as his secretary -.- then headed out to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just used the computer to listen to music and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost went to class late today. Did work, finished it, then went home to watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. Had dinner at Summer Feels then went to grandparents' house to see grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gotta go to sleep. 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