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Okie)</title><content type='html'>Until time me has to properly edit this and revive this blog, here we go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/likebox.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fpages%2FPT-Project%2F188127664538645&amp;amp;width=292&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;stream=true&amp;amp;header=true&amp;amp;height=427" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:292px; height:427px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow us (lol)! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5474856940534656095?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5474856940534656095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5474856940534656095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5474856940534656095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5474856940534656095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2011/01/shameless-advertising-ver-okie.html' title='Shameless Advertising (ver. Okie)'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4490360977604622832</id><published>2010-05-17T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T05:05:17.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What Is Social Anxiety?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4truuD_xMP0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4truuD_xMP0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Social anxiety is the third largest psychological problem&lt;br /&gt;in the world today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A woman hates to stand in line in the grocery store because she's afraid that everyone is watching her.&lt;/span&gt; She knows that it's not really true, but she can't shake the feeling. While she is shopping, she is conscious of the fact that people might be staring at her from the big mirrors on the inside front of the ceiling. Now, she has to talk to the person who's checking out her groceries. She tries to smile, but her voice comes out weakly. She's sure she's making a fool of herself. Her self-consciousness and anxiety rise to the roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another person sits in front of the telephone and agonizes because she's afraid to pick up the receiver and make a call&lt;/span&gt;. She's even afraid to call an unknown person in a business office about the electric bill because she's afraid she'll be "putting someone out" and they will be upset with her. It's very hard for her to take rejection, even over the phone, even from someone she doesn't know. She's especially afraid to call people she does know because she feels that she'll be calling at the wrong time -- the other person will be busy -- and they won't want to talk with her. She feels rejected even before she makes the call. Once the call is made and over, she sits, analyzes, and ruminates about what was said, what tone it was said in, and how she was perceived by the other person....her anxiety and racing thoughts concerning the call prove to her that she "goofed" this conversation up, too, just like she always does. Sometimes she gets embarrassed just thinking about the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man finds it difficult to walk down the street because he's self-conscious and feels that people are watching him from their windows.&lt;/span&gt; Worse, he may run into a person on the sidewalk and be forced to say hello to them. He's not sure he can do that. His voice will catch, his "hello" will sound weak, and the other person will know he's frightened. More than anything else, he doesn't want anyone to know that he's afraid. He keeps his eyes safely away from anyone else's gaze and prays he can make it home without having to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man hates to go to work because a meeting is scheduled the next day.&lt;/span&gt; He knows that these meetings always involve co-workers talking with each other about their current projects. Just the thought of speaking in front of co-workers raises his anxiety. Sometimes he can't sleep the night before because of the anticipatory anxiety that builds up. Finally, the meeting is over. A big wave of relief spills over him as he begins to relax. But the memory of the meeting is still uppermost in his mind. He is convinced he made a fool of himself and that everyone in the room saw how afraid he was when he spoke, and how stupid he acted in their presence. At next week's meeting, the boss is going to be there. Even though this meeting is seven days away, his stomach turns raw with anxiety and fear floods over him again. He knows that in front of the boss he'll stammer, hesitate, his face will turn red, he won't remember what to say, and everyone will witness his embarrassment and humiliation. He has seven miserable days of anxiety ahead of him -- to think about it, ruminate over it, worry about it, over-exaggerate it in his mind.......again and again and again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A student won't attend her university classes on the first day because she knows that in some classes the professor will instruct them to go around the room and introduce themselves&lt;/span&gt;. Just thinking about sitting there, waiting to introduce herself to a roomful of strangers who will be staring at her makes her feel nauseous. She knows she won't be able to think clearly because her anxiety will be so high, and she is sure she will leave out important details. Her voice might even quiver and she will sound scared and tentative. The anxiety is just too much to bear---so she skips the first day of class to avoid the possibility of having to introduce herself in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another young man wants to go to parties and other social events---indeed, he is very, very lonely---but he never goes anywhere because he's very nervous about meeting new people&lt;/span&gt;. Too many people will be there and crowds only make things worse for him. The thought of meeting new people scares him---will he know what to say? Will they stare at him and make him feel even more insignificant? Will they reject him outright? Even if they seem nice, they're sure to notice his frozen look and his inability to fully smile. They'll sense his discomfort and tenseness and they won't like him --- there's just no way to win --- "I'm always going to be an outcast," he predicts. And he spends the night alone, at home, watching television again. He feels comfortable at home. In fact, home is the only place he does feel completely comfortable. He hasn't gone anywhere else in twelve years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In public places, such as work, meetings, or shopping, people with social anxiety feel that everyone is watching, staring, and judging them (even though rationally they know this isn't true). The socially anxious person can't relax, "take it easy", and enjoy themselves in public. In fact, they can never fully relax when other people are around. It always feels like others are evaluating them, being critical of them, or "judging" them in some way. The person with social anxiety knows that people don't do this openly, of course, but they still feel the self-consciousness and judgment while they are in the other person's presence. It's sometimes impossible to let go, relax, and focus on anything else except the anxiety and fear. Because the anxiety is so very painful, it's much easier just to stay away from social situations and avoid other people altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times people with social anxiety simply must be alone---closeted---with the door closed behind them. Even when they're around familiar people, a person with social anxiety may feel overwhelmed and have the feeling that others are noticing their every movement and critiquing their every thought. They feel like they are being observed critically and that other people are making negative judgments about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst circumstances, though, is meeting people who are "authority figures". Especially people such as bosses and supervisors at work, but including almost anyone who is seen as being "better" than they are in some respect. People with social anxiety may get a lump in their throat and their facial muscles may freeze up when they meet this person. The anxiety level is very high and they're so focused on "not failing" and "giving themselves away" that they don't even remember what was said in the conversation. But later on, they're sure they must have said the wrong thing.....because they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it ever possible to feel "comfortable" or "natural" under these circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person with social anxiety, going to a job interview is pure torture: you know your excessive anxiety will give you away. You'll look funny, you'll be hesitant, maybe you'll even blush, and you won't be able to find the right words to answer the questions coherently. Maybe this is the worst part of all: You know that you are going to say the wrong thing. You just know it. It is especially frustrating because you know you could do the job well if you could just get past this terrifying and intimidating interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world of the socially anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social anxiety is the third largest psychological problem in the United States today. This type of anxiety affects 15 million Americans in any given year. Unlike some other psychological problems, social anxiety is not well understood by the general public or by medical and mental health care professionals, such as doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists, social workers, and counselors. In fact, people with social anxiety are misdiagnosed almost 90% of the time. People with social phobia come to our anxiety clinic labeled as "schizophrenic", "manic-depressive", "clinically depressed", "panic disordered", and "personality disordered", among other damaging misdiagnoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because few socially-anxious people have heard of their own problem, and have never seen it discussed on any media, such as the television talk shows, they think they are the only ones in the whole world who have these terrible symptoms. Therefore, they must keep quiet about them. It would be awful if everyone realized how much anxiety they experienced in daily life. Then what would people think about them? Unfortunately, without some kind of education, knowledge, and appropriate treatment, social phobia/social anxiety continues to wreak havoc throughout their lives. Adding to the dilemma, when a person with social anxiety finally gets up the nerve to seek help, the chances that they can find it are very, very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the situation more difficult is that social anxiety does not come and go like some other physical and psychological problems. If you have social anxiety one day......you have it every day for the rest of your life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I described to you at the beginning of the article are those of people with social anxiety disorder. That is, their symptoms apply to most social events and functions in almost every area of life. I suffered from social anxiety myself for twenty years before I ever saw the term or read about its symptoms in a book. (The first book that specifically dealt with social phobia was not published until the 1990's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all problems, everyone with social anxiety has slightly different secondary symptoms. Some people, for example, cannot write in public because they fear people are watching and their hand will shake. Others are very introverted and they find it too difficult to hold down a job. Still others have severe anxiety about eating or drinking in the presence of other people. Some people with social anxiety feel that a certain part of their body (such as the face or neck) are particularly "strange looking" and vulnerable to being stared at. Others experience a muscle spasm (usually around the neck and shoulders) and it becomes the center of their focus ---"it's so embarrassing that if someone sees it I will be humiliated forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that all socially anxious people share is the knowledge that their thoughts and fears are basically irrational. That is, people with social anxiety know that others are really not critically judging or evaluating them all the time. They understand that people are not trying to embarrass or humiliate them. They realize that their thoughts and feelings are somewhat exaggerated and irrational. Yet, despite this rational knowledge, they still continue to feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is these automatic "feelings" and thoughts that occur around social situations that must be met and conquered in therapy. Usually these anxious feelings are tied to thoughts that are entwined in a vicious cycle of negative expectations and negative appraisals. It is a catch-22 situation: there is no way out without the appropriate therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can social anxiety be treated? Many therapeutic methods have been studied, but cognitive-behavioral therapy is the only modality that has been shown to work effectively. In fact, treatment of social anxiety through cognitive-behavioral methods has the capacity to produce long-lasting, permanent relief from the anxiety-laden world of social anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social anxiety responds to relatively short-term therapy, depending on the severity of the condition. I have seen significant progress in just twelve individual sessions, although most people respond better with sixteen to twenty-four meetings. To overcome social anxiety, completion of a behavioral therapy group is also essential (when people feel ready for this and not before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What socially anxious people do not need is years and years of therapy or counseling. You can't be "counseled" out of social phobia. In fact, socially anxious people who are taught to "analyze" and "ruminate" over their problems usually make their social anxiety and fears much worse, which in turn leads to depression, which just reinforces the fact that "I will never get better". (Shudder...this statement does NOT have to be true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A BETTER LIFE FOR ALL PEOPLE WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY. Without treatment, social anxiety is a torturous and horrible emotional problem; with treatment, its bark is worse than its bite. Add to this that current research is clear that cognitive-behavioral therapy is highly successful in the treatment of social anxiety. In fact, the people who are unsuccessful are the ones who are not persistent in their practice and who won't stick with simple methods and techniques at home. They are the ones who give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is motivated to end the years and years of crippling anxiety, then cognitive-behavioral treatment provides the methods, techniques, and strategies that come together to lessen the anxiety and make the world a much more enjoyable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have been through the crippling fears and constant anxiety that social phobia produces -- and have come out healthier and happier on the other side. You can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Thomas A. Richards, Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~O~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source :: &lt;a href="http://www.socialphobia.org/whatis.html#whatis1"&gt;SP/SAA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me please...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4490360977604622832?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4490360977604622832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4490360977604622832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4490360977604622832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4490360977604622832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad.html' title='S.A.D.'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1584401776115662912</id><published>2010-05-05T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:05:46.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fate's Hand"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Doing a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt;'s story justice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tynged-llaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fate's Hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm wondering if I'm doing much of anything by putting links up here. There's always minimal proof anyone even reads this stuff. I've learnt what blogging really is a while back now and I'm pretty sure I know why, but hey, I do what I do, right? Plus there was always the good thing about not having anyone read some of the crap I write because that just means I don't have to worry about anything stupid getting out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one's famous, things just get hectic -- constant surveilance takes away that freedom to be 'normal'. Guess that just means I'm one of the few people who may actually BE 'normal' in this world. But hey, I guess society always chooses to look at the masses to see what's normal and what's not -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt;? (heck I never learnt World History) O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I've so gotten sidetracked now! Gah, been reading too much. It's really fascinating, mind-blowing stuff though; gets you thinking about the way you 'act' in public and all. About how we've all been taught and conditioned to behave a certain way in social situations...I should really just start on my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :: I think it's great how her (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt;'s) dad is following the story along too. Meh, not like my dad probably wouldn't -- sure he hates the genres I usually write in but my dad almost always makes exceptions for me. Makes me questions things about being a parent sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but of course my dad's an even greater perfectionist than I am when it comes to the written language. He might try to beta everything to the point it isn't even my writing anymore, pffft! XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1584401776115662912?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1584401776115662912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1584401776115662912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1584401776115662912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1584401776115662912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/05/fates-hand.html' title='&quot;Fate&apos;s Hand&quot;'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7700695726292240352</id><published>2010-04-27T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:27:28.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Place I'll Return to Someday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Now if anyone didn't know what talent was before, well here's a clear example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXkcswJQ8hE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXkcswJQ8hE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is pure awesomeness. She has a bit of choir experience and plays a plathora of musical instruments but other than that I believe she's picked up all her amazing skills completely on her own *hails &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/katethegreat19"&gt;katethegreat19&lt;/a&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's paid any attention to one of my few recent posts (scroll down) on dubs, you might remember the 14-girl-choir I mentioned, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stella Voci&lt;/span&gt;'. Well? Do you? Hmph, well if you do and actually looked their members up after being mesmorized by '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scarborough Fair&lt;/span&gt;', you'd realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;'s the leader of that very outstanding bunch of amateur-vocalists. Why amateur? Because they have miraculously missed the notice of professionals for a recording contract -- seriously, there are some AMAZING people on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Final Fantasy Fans&lt;/span&gt; might recognize the melody of the song she's singing in that embed video; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Fantasy 9 &lt;/span&gt;fans in particular (as if the accompanying scenes from the game weren't clue enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF9&lt;/span&gt; is still possibly my favorite of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt; series thus far in terms of characters. Sure many people weren't all too cool with their somewhat cartoon-ish appearances but I think those people really just have to not judge something based on appearance alone. Fact is, it goes much deeper than that. Not only was the story interesting and touching from beginning to end, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF9&lt;/span&gt; had some of the most memorable characters of the entire franchise in my opinion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zidane&lt;/span&gt; was possibly the most alive lead character I've encountered through my plays of the various game titles. Then there are characters like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dagger&lt;/span&gt; (heh, haven't figured out where the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dagger&lt;/span&gt;' in my username came from yet?) who's stories are almost as moving as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zidane&lt;/span&gt;'s themselves -- I could so play through this game again when I get home in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF9&lt;/span&gt; is probably the first game of the franchise (again in my opinion) that appears to have a really happy ending; no weird-funky-creepy-confusing stuff like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF7&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF8&lt;/span&gt;. They really gave us gamers the closure we needed for this game, though that's probably the reason why it's sort of slipped into the background now in comparison with the former two games of the series. Heck I personally even think it has the best soundtrack out of the entire franchise of games thus far (yes that includes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt; and presently-only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS3 FF&lt;/span&gt;s). Maybe not to the liking of everyone out there but it's just classic beauty to me. Of course, if you're listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;'s singing right now you'd so agree with me on this. Lyrics are epic-beautiful too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Look into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Can you see the moon across the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Coming close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can hear the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cry into the void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Let my voice become the hand that reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Out to you and leads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To my long lost memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I lost my way on roads ever weaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Where darkness fades and hearts are ever believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes and cling to you ever dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh don't forget the child for whom you are grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Voice that calls from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And the footsteps of its fallen angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now becomes the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Of my heart so incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Every night I bathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In the blue that washes over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And brings me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In this longing I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I lost my way on roads ever weaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Where darkness fades and hearts are ever believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes and cling to you ever dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh don't forget the child for whom you are grieving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who've played should be able to grasp what the song's talking about and who's POV it likely is -- actually, it's pretty darn clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally an instrumental-only composition of the infamous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobuo_Uematsu"&gt;Nobou Uematsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I will so marry whoever brings me to see '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ffdistantworlds.com/"&gt;Distant Worlds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' at least once in my freaking life!!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;'s self-written lyrics seemed to really capture (yes I'll just tell you) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zidane&lt;/span&gt;'s feelings regarding the search for his home, the other world &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terra&lt;/span&gt;. I really REALLY love this rendition. The girl is practically the epitome of talented! Let it be known she played all the instruments in this and sang all the harmonies herself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I should just turn my blog into a dubbing central for my personal use. I'll probably shift things over to a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt; something when I find the time later on. Till then! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~O~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREDITS:&lt;br /&gt;Music composed by: Nobuo Uematsu&lt;br /&gt;sung and arranged  by: katethegreat19&lt;br /&gt;lyrics written and copyrighted 2008 by:&lt;br /&gt;Kate  Covington / katethegreat19&lt;br /&gt;clips from Final Fantasy IX, owned by:  Squaresoft/SquareEnix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7700695726292240352?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7700695726292240352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7700695726292240352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7700695726292240352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7700695726292240352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/place-ill-return-to-someday.html' title='&quot;The Place I&apos;ll Return to Someday&quot;'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4912599045694730547</id><published>2010-04-25T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:45:53.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Fantasy Idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Can I totally worship &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/montyoum#p/u/1/OFrlFeK8guY"&gt;montyoum&lt;/a&gt;? Heck why am I even asking. Seriously, the dude's got it going on with all the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead Fantasy&lt;/span&gt; episodes. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better he does stuff like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFrlFeK8guY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFrlFeK8guY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Song :: Obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Artist :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF Gals :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tifa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cissnei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoA Gal :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kasumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that wasn't fun enough, he made one with the entire &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead Fantasy&lt;/span&gt; cast of females (minus &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ninja Gaiden&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WcK7Y9VSs5M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WcK7Y9VSs5M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song :: Gee&lt;br /&gt;Artist :: Girls Generation&lt;br /&gt;FF Gals :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cissnei, Tifa, Rinoa, Yuna, Rikku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoA Gals :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kasumi, Ayane, Hitomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH Girl :: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kairi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, pretty awesome how the characters all went &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;K-Pop&lt;/span&gt; on us!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally worth the watch people. I so hope he does more of these stuff eventually. Can't wait for the next episode too!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4912599045694730547?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4912599045694730547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4912599045694730547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4912599045694730547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4912599045694730547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-fantasy-idols.html' title='Dead Fantasy Idols'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-3782525027502095701</id><published>2010-04-18T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:00:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc Dubbing Ventures</title><content type='html'>It's gotten pretty interesting how online communities can somewhat exist outside the realm of an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MMORPG&lt;/span&gt; these days. The internet's really helped bring people together, mostly through shared interests. Anyone stumbling onto this (more or less) dead blog of mine would probably realize how I've just been spamming fandubs I happen to be in, in the few most recent of posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inserts contented sigh here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the existence of online &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-Pop/Rock&lt;/span&gt; fandubbing communities!! Heh, for now, I'm just happy to be a part of one. There are tons of amazing undiscovered talents all across&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Youtube&lt;/span&gt; and the internet connects us all! How else would someone all the way up in say...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt; get to have a duet with someone else living in...heck, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt; (purely example people)? Gotta love the possibilities~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple more dubbys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsxrhTZl0pA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsxrhTZl0pA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/xPinkyTeamx"&gt;Pinky Team&lt;/a&gt;'s (I have no idea how the name came about XP) attempt at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berryz Koubou&lt;/span&gt;'s '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomodachi wa Tomodachi Nanda&lt;/span&gt;'. I'm the second person to solo in this as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miyabi&lt;/span&gt;, pronounciation's a little iffy but meh, whatever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MitsukiUsagii"&gt;Mitsuki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (who dubbed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aa!&lt;/span&gt;'s '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Kiss&lt;/span&gt;' together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; and moi previously) sings after me as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Momoko&lt;/span&gt;. Of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s amongst the voices here too (if that wasn't obvious); she's the second one to sing during the second verse as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saki/Captain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqbfSM1HKQk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqbfSM1HKQk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one was just a random group dub with two people who have only just joined &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinky Team&lt;/span&gt;'s line-up: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Lilacsilk28"&gt;Sayuri&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ReinaLoverai"&gt;Aiko&lt;/a&gt;. I've gotten to know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sayu-chan&lt;/span&gt; quite a bit lately and found out that she's also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; and living in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold Coast&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;. Similar situations? Haha, she's a fun girl who just so happens to be lucky enough to sound so incredibly-alike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airi&lt;/span&gt;; which should explain why she's singing as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Airi&lt;/span&gt; in this two-song dub of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Kiss&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yume to Genjitsu&lt;/span&gt;' (yes, I previously did this with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mitsuki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; but we didn't continue with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yume to Genjitsu&lt;/span&gt;' T_T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike with the later duo though, I wasn't singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miyabi&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiko&lt;/span&gt; does -- and does a splendid job) in this cast but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akari&lt;/span&gt;. I think my voice (being as high-pitched as it is) suits her better in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it's a whole lot of fun, singing with other people that is. Sure I'm not trained or anything and heck I know a near nil about singing techniques but nothing wrong with doing something for the fun of it, right? Even if I suck, lol! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now here's one that's just...beautiful (never really even knew they existed till I caught a glimpse of their works on &lt;a href="http://blabodu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aya's blog&lt;/a&gt; -- she comments on various dubbers across &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;, though mostly in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-Pop/Rock&lt;/span&gt; realm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YDCZHYHXMU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YDCZHYHXMU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/StellaVociStudios"&gt;Stella Voci&lt;/a&gt;'s cover of the song '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scarborough Fair&lt;/span&gt;'. Ever heard it? It's an amazingly serene and charming song; apparently about ex-lovers. They're a total of 9 people in this dub, though word is the group-choir's member count has increased to 14 just recently. Ah, by the way, avid &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; fans will probably recognize (and adore) the various game scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now peeps. Ugh, a long entry for once eh? Well I've tons of blogging to do so hah...kind of got into the mood for this. Till next time!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-3782525027502095701?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3782525027502095701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=3782525027502095701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3782525027502095701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3782525027502095701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/misc-dubbing-ventures.html' title='Misc Dubbing Ventures'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4731617466078608166</id><published>2010-04-03T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:09:04.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another HWEE! moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Believe it or not it's been a while since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ame&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RixieMixiePixieDixie"&gt;Rixie&lt;/a&gt;) and moi sang together as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HWEE!&lt;/span&gt; so...finally, after a whole (freaking!) month, we've released something, lol! Sounds kind of like we're professional or something. Sadly though, we're just hyper-weird-enigmatic-epic amateurs~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; special guest singer with us this time. Props go to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mitsuki&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MitsukiUsagii"&gt;MitsukiUsagii&lt;/a&gt;) for being such a sport and singing this with us despite being sick. We REALLY appreciate it (bleh she's not going to stumble here to read this, haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's our '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znnfOWlcMsM"&gt;First Kiss&lt;/a&gt;' cover/fandub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znnfOWlcMsM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znnfOWlcMsM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; sings &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Airi&lt;/span&gt; here, the lead and center girl for most of the song; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mitsuki&lt;/span&gt;'s singing as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Akari&lt;/span&gt;, the girl to the left of the screen with a pink picture on her shirt; and I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miyabi&lt;/span&gt; this time, to the right side of the screen with knee-high boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, this was really fun~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4731617466078608166?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4731617466078608166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4731617466078608166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4731617466078608166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4731617466078608166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-hwee-moment.html' title='Another HWEE! moment'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2027371626058351053</id><published>2010-04-02T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:23:26.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCALOID-IE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Probably the most unbelievably tough song I've tried singing yet. What amazed me though is that I  pulled it off pretty well, or so I think anyways, haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98yxF9nUyoc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98yxF9nUyoc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2027371626058351053?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2027371626058351053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2027371626058351053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2027371626058351053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2027371626058351053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/vocaloid-ie.html' title='VOCALOID-IE'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2128391426381362162</id><published>2010-03-30T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:17:33.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Dumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Bwahaha, solo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, bleh, I'm a crappy singer by myself, but hey, I don't care~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6GigRYE3Ao&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6GigRYE3Ao&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masayume is such a pretty song~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2128391426381362162?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2128391426381362162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2128391426381362162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2128391426381362162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2128391426381362162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-dumping.html' title='More Dumping'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2208200132633604923</id><published>2010-03-23T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:19:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording Notions</title><content type='html'>Okidokies peeps (heh, I'm pretty sure no one comes on here now that I'm hardly putting up anything worthwhile of reading -- wait a sec, did I ever? Pffft!), tentative fact but I'm probably coming home for the mid-year hols in June. It's likely I'll stay for a little shy of a month while before returning to then-winter Melbourne for my second semester of Year 2 as an RMIT Media student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of an interesting to test out while I'm home though -- something I'm going to need either a test subject (guinea pig, lol!) or an accomplice; basically an extra set of hands or a face to stick infront of a freaking camera (if not me, that is). I'll probably bug Ame-chan to help me do it, or be my (so-called) Guinea Pig. Odds are she won't mind since what I intend to do is try shooting a music video, lolz! Yeah, I'll give it a shot, just something stupid and basic. It's a way of practicing/applying the knowledge I've supossedly gained while I'm studying here in RMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2208200132633604923?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2208200132633604923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2208200132633604923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2208200132633604923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2208200132633604923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/recording-notions.html' title='Recording Notions'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8745338509199392853</id><published>2010-03-22T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:30:07.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I So Knew It</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mentalhelp.net/poc/view_doc.php?type=doc&amp;id=973&amp;cn=5"&gt;Goldberg Depression Questionnaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Goldberg Updated: Jan 18th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;54 and up Severely Depressed&lt;br /&gt;36 - 53 Moderate - Severe&lt;br /&gt;22 - 35 Mild - Moderate&lt;br /&gt;18 - 21 Borderline depression&lt;br /&gt;10 - 17 Possibly Mildly Depressed&lt;br /&gt;0 - 9 No Depression Likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored a total of 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear to be suffering from severe depressive symptoms commonly associated with serious depressive disorders, such as major depressive disorder, bipolar disorder or dysthymia. These symptoms appear to be causing you some serious impairment and distress in your normal, everyday functioning. You would likely benefit from the immediate attention of your physician or a trained mental health professional for further evaluation and a more accurate diagnosis and treatment. If your employer offers an Employee Assistance Program, you might also contact them for help and referral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores on this test are not meant as a diagnosis tool! You should not take this score to represent a mental disorder diagnosis or any type of behavioral healthcare treatment recommendation. Always consult with a trained mental health professional if you are experiencing depressive feelings and/or difficulties in your daily functioning that cause you anxiety or worry. If you are suffering from feelings which are causing you concern and interfere with your daily functioning or if you are having thoughts of killing yourself or someone else, you should seek immediate treatment from a licensed mental health professional or physician within your community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8745338509199392853?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8745338509199392853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8745338509199392853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8745338509199392853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8745338509199392853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-so-knew-it.html' title='I So Knew It'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5358948914529672196</id><published>2010-03-15T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:44:09.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Things that provoke thought never fail to amuse me somehow. It's that sense that things aren't exactly what they seem. We may think we're all our own individual people. But really, ARE WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, guess what people, we're all being manipulated! Everytime you watch a movie, listen to a radio piece, read an article, listen to someone talk or state their opinion, etc. you (that's right, I'm pointing) are being influenced. And no, I'm not going to take the time to pour my reasonings here -- have to do it on my &lt;a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3240211/blog2/"&gt;student blog&lt;/a&gt; anyway, bleh. Still, fascinating stuff; so THINK about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, but here's a little something worth watching - and then - thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gmP4nk0EOE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gmP4nk0EOE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5358948914529672196?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5358948914529672196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5358948914529672196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5358948914529672196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5358948914529672196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/web-20.html' title='Web 2.0'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2083687558099569644</id><published>2010-03-12T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:42:55.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Pokes* No Response</title><content type='html'>Heard some good news today about my little bro's SPM results. Nono, it's not my information to give away so I'll not mention them (the results). Hint? He gets to keep his iPhone, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations dudey!! Though I bet you never read anything I put on here. Heck, the guy probably doesn't even acknowledge the fact that his sister HAS a blog, hmph! Tried expressing congratulations to him earlier during the day too in real-time but apparently he must be too busy celebrating with friends -- ever the socialite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he's missed his 'congratulations' from me then, mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2083687558099569644?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2083687558099569644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2083687558099569644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2083687558099569644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2083687558099569644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/pokes-no-response.html' title='*Pokes* No Response'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4272773792213254129</id><published>2010-03-09T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:57:37.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words need not be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a phenomenon all on her own.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4272773792213254129?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4272773792213254129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4272773792213254129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4272773792213254129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4272773792213254129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6377891552752565282</id><published>2010-03-08T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:41:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking Myself to...Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Alright, now just because I'm expect this blog to be pretty inactive (dead) till I can somehow get my head above water again (in terms of dealing with workload), figured I'd post the link of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RMIT student blog&lt;/span&gt; here in the un-likely-hood that someone might just want to have a look at it, and maybe even...read the stuff I put on there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, who am I kidding myself. How many people even come on here? Hello??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yup, any nobodies missing my long-crap-ish rants on here can entertain yourselves with my long-crap-ish rants on this student blog instead -- only difference is it's stuff that has to do with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/%7Es3240211/blog2/"&gt;My RMIT student blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves, kiddies~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6377891552752565282?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6377891552752565282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6377891552752565282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6377891552752565282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6377891552752565282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/linking-myself-tomyself.html' title='Linking Myself to...Myself'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1137017728441560405</id><published>2010-03-03T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:13:19.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Optus Whale Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yeap, like I mentioned, this blog really is on pause in terms on updates on what I do. Still, there're going to be a couple of these short stuff as posts from time to time. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose because they catch my attention? In some form or another, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Optus&lt;/span&gt; is one of the main communication technology service providers here in Australia. But no need to go into that. Was shown this advert during my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Communication Histories and Technologies'&lt;/span&gt; class on Monday. Really just thought the advert was kinda...cute? Eh, well...as a classmate said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's a very romatic idea, though completely unrealistic"&lt;/span&gt; -- which is true. Still, that doesn't change the fact that the idea really IS 'romantic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a watch and see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PnWFlzF3dE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PnWFlzF3dE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1137017728441560405?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1137017728441560405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1137017728441560405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1137017728441560405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1137017728441560405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/optus-whale-song.html' title='The Optus Whale Song'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-3943165565849972117</id><published>2010-03-02T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:08:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byaooo Intermission</title><content type='html'>Okay peeps, I ain't going to be saying much. In fact, I'm not going to be saying much for (perhaps) quite a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggings great and all but since I have to manage two others (blogs) for the purpose of my studies at RMIT, well, obviously managing three blogs is getting to be a bit much -- I'm so not one of those people who're good at juggling a ton of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I've decided to put my blogging activities on this here blog aside till further notice; pretty much so I can concentrate on the other two and the rest of the things I've got going on at the moment in RL. Now that doesn't mean there won't be any updates here from time to time. Odds are they just won't be much in terms of content at all -- sort of like the few previous posts of my dumping dubs onto this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I'll even get the URL adds for the other two blogs posted up here some time in the future so the rest of you people can check out what I've been up to...or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see, till then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-3943165565849972117?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3943165565849972117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=3943165565849972117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3943165565849972117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3943165565849972117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/03/byaooo-intermission.html' title='Byaooo Intermission'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6857024118971385908</id><published>2010-02-24T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:56:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appearance of "HWEE✿BANG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Lol, okay, so this blog is starting to turn into a place for me to dump dubs onto. Honestly I've found various other things to do with my time than blog these days. There was also the juggling of a second blog for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer Semester&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Networked Media&lt;/span&gt; subject. *sighs* Perhaps I'll return to updating on 'life' eventually. We'll see. I've learnt a lot about 'blogging' this semester and part of me feels like starting over again with this one -- well, mabe I'll just keep this here and make a new one or something. Meh, anyways...back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;) and moi have been collaborating as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'HWEE!'&lt;/span&gt; for quite a while now and (I'm surprised) we've actually gained some attention as a duet group, lol! Go figure that! Guess I'm not that bad of a singer as I first thought after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time we've to have someone else sing with us as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'HWEE!'&lt;/span&gt;. A fellow friend and dubber I got to know through one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube H!P dub groups&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izumi&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faraBANG&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;) had basically been following mine and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt;'s progress since a while back and asked to sing with us. Now she's a pretty epic singer (as everyone who even read's this is about to find out) if I do say so myself, so like heck was I gonna refuse that request!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EVERYONE already knows I'm a crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Buono!'&lt;/span&gt; fan, right? Well I've never got to sing and put up one of their songs before...till now! You might (because odds are some people just don't care XP) be able to imagine, it feels like one awesome accomplishment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHEK6wkAqxg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHEK6wkAqxg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's three girls and three of us, do the math! I'm singing as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Momoko&lt;/span&gt; (small girl in the center), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt; sings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miyabi&lt;/span&gt; (girl to the right with dyed, bobbed hair) and our 'special guest', &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izumi&lt;/span&gt; is singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airi&lt;/span&gt;'s (girl with long hair to the left) lines. If that's still too hard to get, it's basically me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izumi&lt;/span&gt; in terms of solo hearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :: Do note people, this is the Auto-tuned version (that's why the voices are all robot-ish). You can find the original one here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIQvfvtvOyU&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6857024118971385908?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6857024118971385908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6857024118971385908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6857024118971385908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6857024118971385908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/02/appearance-of-hweebang.html' title='The Appearance of &quot;HWEE✿BANG&quot;'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4463654707816342265</id><published>2010-02-20T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:40:03.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Romeo and Cinderella"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, a little side-step away from the realm of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello!Project&lt;/span&gt; for this dubby of ours. As far as I can think...all the details should be in the vid itself so heck, beats me crappy explanation on what's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our voices are pretty different so odds are no one will have probs distinguishing between who's singing when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0D3FrKt2aFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0D3FrKt2aFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the &lt;a src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhQ6GQW2lA8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Nico Nico Chorus&lt;/a&gt; version I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/span&gt;) and moi did reasonably well -- which is a surprise! XP&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4463654707816342265?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4463654707816342265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4463654707816342265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4463654707816342265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4463654707816342265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/02/romeo-and-cinderella.html' title='&quot;Romeo and Cinderella&quot;'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5291664766301417488</id><published>2010-02-16T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:42:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walks...Walks...Walks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kd4KnOsba0A&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kd4KnOsba0A&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5291664766301417488?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5291664766301417488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5291664766301417488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5291664766301417488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5291664766301417488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/02/walkswalkswalks.html' title='Walks...Walks...Walks...'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1524449633170954297</id><published>2010-02-02T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:26:52.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid - Charice Pempengco</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stones, heavy like the love you've shown&lt;br /&gt;Solid as the ground we've known&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna carry on&lt;br /&gt;We took it from the bottom up&lt;br /&gt;And even in a desert storm&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy as a rock we hold&lt;br /&gt;Wishing every moment froze&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earthquakes can shake us&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can break us&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can take away our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep on going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, never ever wear any clothes&lt;br /&gt;We will never let it fall&lt;br /&gt;A story that was never told&lt;br /&gt;Something like a mystery&lt;br /&gt;And every step you took we've grown&lt;br /&gt;Look how fast our time has flown&lt;br /&gt;A journey to a place unknown&lt;br /&gt;They're going down in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earthquakes can shake us&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can break us&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can take away our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, just just like that&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, just just like that&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, call me up, oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, just just like that&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, just just like that&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, call me up, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, keep it going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep on going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;Together at the top, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall just keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pyramid, pyramid, pyramid, pyramid&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, pyramid, pyramid"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I so love her singing~~~ XDD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1524449633170954297?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1524449633170954297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1524449633170954297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1524449633170954297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1524449633170954297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/02/pyramid-charice-pempengco.html' title='Pyramid - Charice Pempengco'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6153572158761734175</id><published>2010-01-15T00:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:52:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murderers, We All Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Addressed to those of you who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;-freaks, or at least even BOTHER giving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; a try – darn those of you ignorant fools who don’t! Okay, so that sounded a tad harsh. Still, ignorance isn’t always bliss. I’m ignorant enough, I should know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, ever watched ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Maiden Arjuna’&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Earth Girl Arjuna’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Chikyu Shojo Arjuna’&lt;/span&gt;) by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoji Kawamori&lt;/span&gt;? Well, HAVE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now if you’re thinking “no”…than you might just want to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, unlike some of the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-dramas&lt;/span&gt; though, I’m not going to attempt force-feeding this particular one onto you people if you REALLY don’t want to watch it. Why? Because it’s basically one of those ‘you either love-it-to-death or hate-it-to-death’ kinds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;; that and it’s insanely ‘in your face’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm…seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind’&lt;/span&gt;? Well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Earth Maiden Arjuna’&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt;) shares quite a ton of similarities with it, and yet, there are just as many differences between the two. Oh yeah, probably with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Cameron&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘AVATAR’&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, I’d be in for a rough time if someone told me I had to pin a specific genre to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt;. It’s just…in an entirely different category all on its own to me; the series is almost unlike any other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; I think I’ve ever seen and I definitely, DEFINITELY recommend everyone out there to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/S09xhKefvoI/AAAAAAAABxg/oDurhb7qku8/s1600-h/arjuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/S09xhKefvoI/AAAAAAAABxg/oDurhb7qku8/s320/arjuna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426680890566622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story opens with (lead character) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; telling her boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokio&lt;/span&gt; that she feels too ‘cramped’ in the city and they decide to take a trip to the sea. Unfortunately, during the drive they get in an accident and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; dies. As her spirit leaves her body, she sees the dying Earth. The planet's suffering is visualized by worm-like creatures known as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Raaja’&lt;/span&gt;. The Raaja vary in size, from microscopic to those entwining the planet. Soon, a young boy named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; appears before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; and offers to save her life if she will help the planet. Though initially hesitant, she agrees and is resurrected. Supported by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEED&lt;/span&gt; (yeah yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF8&lt;/span&gt;), an international organization that monitors the environment and confronts the Raaja, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; hopes for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Basic synopsis courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; (to an extent) there for you. Does it arouse interest enough for anyone to go and watch it? I don’t know. I can’t say. After all, I first stumbled across this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; some two years ago, one night when I had trouble sleeping, went downstairs and turned on the telly. What channel did I flip to? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animax&lt;/span&gt; (duh!), and this (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt;) was on. Lucky me too – first episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That episode alone got me interested enough and I curiously stuck around (never mind my sleeping problems) for episode two. Sadly, that’s where that encounter ended because I can’t remember episode three ever airing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animax&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I missed it or something (though I distinctly remember scrolling through the channel guides like crazy…). Nonetheless, I remembered this series…and so here I am now, finally having found somewhere I could watch it online and got to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And what do I have to say now that I’ve seen the whole thing? Summing it up, that would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“wow…”&lt;/span&gt;. Now I don’t think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt;’s the greatest, most amazing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; I’ve ever watched or anything (lots of problems with it) but there is no denying it is pretty good (e.g. epic CG Animation and beautiful soundtrack); though maybe not in the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shugo Chara&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is undeniably…different (I cannot stress that enough).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt; mainly (you bet there are other stuff in there besides this) addresses the idea of our dying planet (and other things that more or less relate to it in some way): pollution, the natural cycle/circle of life, processed food, etc. It is pretty hard for me to explain in words but…there’s a connection there…and that connection being the crucial message &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawamori&lt;/span&gt; is probably trying to stuff down the throats of everyone who watches it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The intriguing bit though is the way in which he tries to deliver this message across to everyone throughout the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the big question is there, he keeps jabbing it in our faces almost every episode…but the answer remains as vague, and yet, as clear…every single time! (though odds are most people might not see it till they’ve been full-circle – watched till the end).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay, the thing is it’s all so confusing, yet so crystal-clear-right-under-our-noses at the same time! As far as I’m concerned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawamori&lt;/span&gt; did one heck of an excellent job making his audience ‘think’…REALLY ‘think’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;***Hangs SPOILER alert up***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Because I’m going to rant on my revelations in watching this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Personally, I think there’s a lot of reading in-between the lines one has to do in watching this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty hard to get for me and I really had to re-watch quite a number of parts over and over to form the conclusions I have in my head now. For the record, I’m convinced they’re pretty obvious, but the way in which they were presented seriously makes me feel at awe. It’s really amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For starters, I was really impressed with the portrayal of character &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt;, he wields the same power (can go into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Earth Sympathy’ &lt;/span&gt;mode – that’s what I like to call it). Nevertheless, unlike her and pretty much every other character in the series, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;’ personality and actions…made him seem like some higher, otherworldly being or entity; but I guess that was the idea all along. It was…how we were meant to see him? As in, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawamori&lt;/span&gt; intended for his audience in general to sort of…view &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;’ character that way…or so I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I mean, when I thought about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; couldn’t speak verbally but through telepathy (not every character can hear him in the series though – watch it and you’ll understand better), was sick and crippled, and was so very unnaturally kind and patient (emphasized MANY times throughout the series).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What am I getting at? Well, the theme here IS our DYING PLANET. Got it? Honestly, I’m only assuming this but it just fits so well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; REPRESENTS the planet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Whether we like it or not people, our planet IS dying thanks to pollution and etc. Earth has a voice, it’s pleading for us to stop hurting it but hey, guess what, WE’RE NOT LISTENING! (turned on air-conditioning today? Drove somewhere? Yeah, that’s what I mean). That’s why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; remains on the brink of death throughout the whole show. It’s probably also why only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; can hear his telepathic voice because they’re the ones who are choosing to do something about the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; isn’t the only character in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Arjuna &lt;/span&gt;who represents something (though the way I see it he definitely represents the most significant entity, that entity being Planet Earth). For example, both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokio&lt;/span&gt; (who are practically the two main leads of the entire series) possibly represent two different kinds of audience – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; being the one who wants to do something about Earth dying but not knowing ‘what’ to do or ‘how’ to do it, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokio&lt;/span&gt; seems the general type who thinks there’s nothing anyone can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bleh, so pushing the representations aside, I need to get what I really gained from this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; out here before I go crazy for not having anyone to tell it to. Basically, it has to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juna&lt;/span&gt; always trying to ‘become one with the target’. Ah, and then we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; saying that he ‘is’ the Raaja and that the Raaja ‘is’ him in the final episode. Basically:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The earth and its inhabitants are the same. We are one. If we damage the Earth, we are harming ourselves…so, take care of it.”&lt;/span&gt; [Quoted from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Somebody wrote it there and I just thought the way this person said it made it easier for others to understand. Plain, straightforward, obvious…but effortlessly true. I’d say more about this but that could touch upon religion so…I really don’t want to go there. Still, in hurting Earth, we really are hurting ourselves. Think about it, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;***Removes SPOILER alert…sighs…***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You know, I’m not even going to lie. This series brings up a bunch of…disturbing (somewhat) issues. Still, the discomfort one feels in watching them being addressed here does sort of prove their validity, don’t you think? It did for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt; questions the choices we all make in our daily lives, our sacrificing the environment for convenience. Don’t be daft, we all do it! We’re ALL guilty! And yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt; doesn’t literally point fingers but simply asks us “Is it worth it?” (2012 is two years away people!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So everyone, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;PS :: Just try eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; after watching this...hehe~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6153572158761734175?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6153572158761734175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6153572158761734175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6153572158761734175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6153572158761734175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2010/01/murderers-we-all-are.html' title='Murderers, We All Are'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/S09xhKefvoI/AAAAAAAABxg/oDurhb7qku8/s72-c/arjuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2976133393918442494</id><published>2009-12-23T19:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:41:28.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Bleh, so I told myself I'd leave some massive update on the things I did/encountered during my visit home to &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;, some month and a half ago. Honestly, back then it seemed like a good idea because I had lots and lots of fun back home and did a whole bunch of cool things. Now though, I can barely remember half of the things I did in much detail at all. They're mostly hazy recollections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened over &lt;em&gt;Spring&lt;/em&gt; sem. It's been one heck of a ride/journey and I've learnt and taken notice of so many other things I failed to do so before. Maybe it's true that varsity life is where all the soul-searching stuff happens. It's the turning point where people really figure out who they are or where they belong or something (heh, &lt;em&gt;'Honey and Clover'&lt;/em&gt; influence here). If so, I'm on my way perhaps. Just sadly not there yet -- sucks to me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what I do remember is the yummy-ness of &lt;em&gt;Jap&lt;/em&gt; food when my parents took me to &lt;em&gt;Zanmai Sushi&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Pyramid&lt;/em&gt; for dinner. Besides that, I remember surprising the life out of my relatives (gosh some of them had lol-worthy reactions). Some of my uncles had to stare for a while just to make sure it WAS me, haha! Best reaction award goes to my &lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt; cousin though -- she did the epic-freak out thing splendidly!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Sidetracked ::&lt;/strong&gt; [Oh yeah, to &lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt; (who I'm going to assume only stumbles onto this blog of mine say...as often as she comes online -- ain't often, trust me! XP), I appreciate the effort you went through to try planning an outing with me while I was home despite your finals being on. Of course, we couldn't manage it in the end but thanks soooooooooooo much honey!!~ ^^]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it was great being home, and thus, close to that awesome oven my mom got a while back since our old one kept burning everything. I had fun baking cupcakes for &lt;em&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/em&gt; (which she claims were yummy, haha! XP) and that heavenly chocolate-cheesecake (which is just too good!). Made some epic roast chicken with the thing too, which was probably my favorite meal while home (excluding the &lt;em&gt;Jap&lt;/em&gt; food from the account).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/em&gt; took me mic shopping on one of the days. Truthfully, buying the mic only took like 20 mins tops and the rest of the time we wandered around &lt;em&gt;One Utama&lt;/em&gt; doing who knows what (oh right, just to entertain her, "Tekken fi-six" XP). Got to go over to her place too the day after. The initial plan was for her to teach me the dance for &lt;em&gt;Momosu&lt;/em&gt;'s latest single, &lt;em&gt;'Kimagure Princess'&lt;/em&gt;. Of course, guess we should have known better~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, neither one of us could concentrate on the dance because we kept laughing uncontrollably every few seconds into the teaching/learning process -- oh yes, we're crazy together! (fear us people! FEAR US!!! XD). Gosh &lt;em&gt;Ame&lt;/em&gt;! Thanks to you that first move of &lt;em&gt;'Kimagure Princess'&lt;/em&gt; will forever be known to me as the "Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I'm sure I did other entertaining stuff too. I certainly remember watching &lt;em&gt;Micheal Jackson's 'This is it!'&lt;/em&gt; and being entranced by how talented the late &lt;em&gt;King of Pop&lt;/em&gt; was; not to mention how capable he was for his age. I'm learning though that that's probably what the director of said film wanted to make us all feel when we watched that film. It's one person's vision of &lt;em&gt;MJ&lt;/em&gt; and it doesn't mean all of it's true. Still, I don't think there's any way of denying &lt;em&gt;MJ&lt;/em&gt; was an amazing artist and performer -- plus he had some great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that movie was practically the last thing I did while home in &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; before catching my flight back to &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt;. Things proceeded pretty smoothly all throughout the flight. However, getting back to my apartment at &lt;em&gt;Unilodge&lt;/em&gt; made me realize for the first time how much I really missed home and the company of those I live with. I'm alright here by myself. I know I am; but it's just kind of hard...being away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I just wish I could keep a pet cat or something so I wouldn't be talking to &lt;em&gt;Mokona&lt;/em&gt; (stuffed plushie) all the time, haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :: I am still in a major AVATAR hype. Therefore, I'll end this post with the film's main theme song. It's called &lt;em&gt;'I See You'&lt;/em&gt; by the great &lt;em&gt;Leona Lewis &lt;/em&gt;and pretty much proves that point about the whole opening-our-eyes business. Just listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsM6iK_OBFU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsM6iK_OBFU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2976133393918442494?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2976133393918442494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2976133393918442494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2976133393918442494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2976133393918442494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick?'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7728164836489840454</id><published>2009-12-17T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:56:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Behold…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416160818073304290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SyoRkWel_OI/AAAAAAAABxI/TB8m_e7jiIs/s320/avatar-French-Hi-res-1024x723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go ahead and be ignorant and say…I don’t care what anyone else has to say about this film…ever…because I think it’s wicked, epic, and freaking awesome! And I seriously mean all that. Forget &lt;em&gt;‘Iron Man’&lt;/em&gt; or ‘&lt;em&gt;Transformers’&lt;/em&gt; and whatever else; &lt;em&gt;James Cameron&lt;/em&gt;’s &lt;em&gt;AVATAR&lt;/em&gt; literally blew me away on a level beyond any of those other films. It’s so spectacular I just…gah! I don’t even have words in my vocabulary great enough to praise it. Oh, and for once it’s not centrally the story that drew me into the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so not that the story was boring or anything – it’s actually pretty interesting (oh no, don’t expect me to give it away here). Although, it does seem like an old idea that’s been used one too many times to me (heck &lt;em&gt;Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/em&gt; did it in &lt;em&gt;‘Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind’&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;‘Princess Mononoke’&lt;/em&gt;); mind you, those two were pretty spectacular films too, plus &lt;em&gt;AVATAR&lt;/em&gt;’s story does deviate from that idea quite a bit so I ain’t exactly complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That aside, along with the fact that I actually myself have suggestions for improving the film (haha, I’m studying too much here people!), let’s get on to what really interested me about &lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt;’s &lt;em&gt;AVATAR&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, quite obvious but I would so have to say I fell deep in love with the movie’s graphics. &lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt;’s directing makes it almost painfully evident that he’s trying to draw viewer attention to the world around the story’s protagonist, somewhat urging those watching in the cinema to look (and I mean ‘really’ look) at his envisioned world of &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt;; and perhaps immerse themselves in it. Gotta hand it to the famed director, he sure knows how to frame his shots and use his characters well to achieve this (if it even was what he was going for, haha!) – making &lt;em&gt;Jake&lt;/em&gt; play around with all that unbelievably-eccentric flora noticeably near the start of the film. It injects curiosity and humor too, which is good, since it sort of slips in there the reminder that &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt; is a world alien to us humans (or those in the film in this sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; fans are sure to love the film’s many landscapes and sceneries. &lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt;’s chucked a whole lot in there and &lt;em&gt;AVATAR&lt;/em&gt; is practically a dream-come-true for people like me who have always been aching for something like this to be put on the big screen. Think &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy 12&lt;/em&gt; (sort of), only way better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t know if it’s just me but locations such as the tropical-marine-ish (lol, watch the darn movie and see for yourselves!) forest, as well as the floating mountains in the film really made me feel as if I was in this epic game world; especially since those floating mountains reminded me of &lt;em&gt;Bhujerba City&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;FF12&lt;/em&gt;. You can bet there were various other angled extreme-long shots of &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt;’s landscape in the film that jilted my memory of something from one of the &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; titles too. And if that wasn’t enough, one has to marvel at all the unique wildlife that was created to be a part of &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt;’s world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit, when I first watched the film’s trailer several months back, I remember my mind being in heated debate on whether those ‘blue people’ were computer generated or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SyoRkxaLexI/AAAAAAAABxQ/OSc4Fhl0ERw/s1600-h/Avatar-Movie-Wallpapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416160825302547218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SyoRkxaLexI/AAAAAAAABxQ/OSc4Fhl0ERw/s320/Avatar-Movie-Wallpapers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise, they are! (Yeah yeah, they just looked so real). We’ve come a very long way since the days of ‘&lt;em&gt;Tron’&lt;/em&gt; people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, graphics equal a definite plus for this film. And what else captured me? Being honest, I loved the themes (I guess this is somewhat related to the story) of the film. For anyone who has watched it, I would think they already know what those themes are then. After all, director &lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt; is practically spoon-feeding them to us viewers rather forcefully throughout the entire film; so forcefully in fact that you might just have to be asleep in the cinema to not get it. Still, let’s get real: no one would be sleeping through this movie unless they hadn’t had any sleep seven days prior or something. Anyways, seen &lt;em&gt;‘Princess Mononoke’&lt;/em&gt; before? Then go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, yeah, I’ve just went through what basically got me into the film. Everyone who reads my blog should honestly know by now that I can so go on with that. However, a certain ‘somebody’ is waiting on me to finish this here blog post and update the freaking thing so she can read it now though, so I guess I’ll just move on to what literally…made the film for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, I suppose I would describe it as the main message&lt;em&gt; Cameron&lt;/em&gt; was trying to get across to his viewers through the film. Oh, it’s not hard to grasp, but probably something people might just have to either pay attention to as the film progresses, or reflect critically on the whole she-bang after watching it. I was lucky enough to actually get it at the very end of the film, though I had picked up hints of it along the way (yay, my awareness is improving! Lol~). Here’s a clue – it’s in the post title…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I see you.” One simple phrase, yet so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt; had his two leads constantly repeating that one phrase, over and over throughout the film (or so it seemed like it was being repeated over and over to me). Yes, I have to admit I thought the repetitions got a little corny after a while and were somewhat overdone...and then when I saw the ending…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It. Seriously. Just. Hit me! – it’s all about opening our eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole darn freaking film is about that one stupid quote! The camera angles, the shots, the excessive amount of screen time &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt;’s landscape gets, the characters constantly looking about their surroundings…it’s all crapping there! GOSH!!! Ok, so yes, I sound crazy right about now but how many people who watched &lt;em&gt;AVATAR&lt;/em&gt; actually saw/thought that/came to that conclusion the first time around? It is probably my theory anyway that this was what &lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt; was trying to do; open our eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I’m quite positive of it. Man, what I would give to be a director of such caliber. The movie posters (well, some of the first – I think) kept showing the eyes (or eye?) of a &lt;em&gt;Na’vi&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, and I think the way the film opens and closes is proof enough – it actually opens (more or less) with &lt;em&gt;Jake &lt;/em&gt;opening his eyes and ends with the same thing: &lt;em&gt;Jake &lt;/em&gt;opening his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ok, I am so amused by this film, seriously. I’ll need to watch it again to try to see if I can get anything else from it though. I guess that is a huge part of why I think I’m doing the right thing for now: studying media at &lt;em&gt;RMIT&lt;/em&gt;. There’s just this thrill about being able to watch and try to comprehend films like these and so much more. I should probably stop my rant now. Know what, here you go oh-bored-maggie-mee-lover-friend-of-mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go! Entertain yourself with tis post which will probably only catch your attention no longer than the 5 or 10 minutes you'll take to read it and then forget it right after. Pffffft! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS :: By the way, thanks to everyone who wished me Happy Birthday this year~ I'm really happy! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7728164836489840454?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7728164836489840454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7728164836489840454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7728164836489840454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7728164836489840454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-see-you.html' title='I See You'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SyoRkWel_OI/AAAAAAAABxI/TB8m_e7jiIs/s72-c/avatar-French-Hi-res-1024x723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6537531714860926805</id><published>2009-11-09T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:27:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yes, I know I need to blog about the trip home to my place of birth dear &lt;em&gt;Ame&lt;/em&gt; but today's first class just totally captured my attention--this is going to be one funky Spring, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what's got me so hyped? Obviously I attended my first Monday of Spring Semester Classes; &lt;em&gt;Writing Media Text (WMT)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Editing Media Text (EMT)&lt;/em&gt;. Seeing as there weren't many people who started mid-sem like I did, one can imagine the pretty small number of people in the lecture theaters and the even more dwindling numbers in the classrooms. &lt;em&gt;SH&lt;/em&gt; seems to have gotten herself exempted from the Spring subjects by some miracle (I'm just saying that cause I don't know how/why she got the exemption~ XP), which leaves me to darn freaking fend for myself. Oh well, always a nice time to make new friends since there looks to be lots and lots of group work involved. Plus I know quite a few of my classmates already--just never really had the opportunity to get close with them in the last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back onto topic (though I bet I'll get sidetracked again), let's just put it this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if  your lecturer literally told you this: &lt;strong&gt;"You are encouraged to play."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking what I'm thinking...you're either rolling on the floor in uncontrollable laughter or staring at this here screen with some blank-disbelief sort of look on your face. Well, (quotes Naruto from the annoying English dubs) &lt;em&gt;'Believe it!'&lt;/em&gt; cause both the lecturers I met today said the EXACT SAME LINE!!! (not the &lt;em&gt;'Believe it!'&lt;/em&gt; by the way XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think &lt;em&gt;RMIT&lt;/em&gt; might have just been the best thing that may ever happen to me in this silly little life of mine. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ready to 'play'~ (and there goes the &lt;em&gt;Ouena&lt;/em&gt;-ness--only my &lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; peeps will get this, lol!) XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basic stuff happened: introduction to what would be learnt, focus, objectives, grading criteria, what we need, blah blah. Am so dreading the presentation at the end but meh, people here really are a lot friendlier than I remember back in &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturers and staff are graciously helpful too and they really want what's best for you; like...sincerely! Looking at my timetable I was expecting to feel completely drained by the end of the day but heck here I am, still full of energy (meh, not really, but hey I still have the mood to write all this XP). I guess it helps too that the &lt;em&gt;EMT&lt;/em&gt; lecturer is another hottie (I so need to stop that, lol!--but he's real funny too!!! Meh XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what, ignore me. But seriously, this is getting pretty interesting~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6537531714860926805?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6537531714860926805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6537531714860926805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6537531714860926805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6537531714860926805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here!!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2874439254494054079</id><published>2009-10-27T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:33:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terminal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;No, I'm not stuck in the same situation as &lt;em&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/em&gt; was in the movie--his was way more severe; I've just got my flight delayed. Haha! Apparently the plane that was supposed to arrive from &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; has experienced some mechanical problems or something (the check-in counter lady said this) and isn't here yet. And so, flight's been rescheduled to leave &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt; 6.25am (3.25am &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt; time--if I remember right). This means check-in time is at 4.00am--so much for not travelling at weird hours huh? XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, you're probably thinking I should be all sour and moody about this but looking at the accommodation I've been arranged to spend the night at...I can't say I'm all that sour at all about this--after all, it is the &lt;em&gt;Hilton Hotel&lt;/em&gt; (in short, WAAAAAAAAY better than my &lt;em&gt;Unilodge&lt;/em&gt; apartment; so who's complaining?)~ XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Decided to snap some pictures to remember this funny turn of events:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZohgXuOTI/AAAAAAAABvw/ciJgAIfqC3U/s1600-h/DSC01489-722438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116128284522802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZohgXuOTI/AAAAAAAABvw/ciJgAIfqC3U/s320/DSC01489-722438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, you'll be finding this odd--girl gets to stay at the &lt;em&gt;Hilton&lt;/em&gt; for free and the first thing she snaps a picture of is the bathroom (lol!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoh2w8aDI/AAAAAAAABv4/bEDkYeDZmzs/s1600-h/DSC01490-723353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116134295889970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoh2w8aDI/AAAAAAAABv4/bEDkYeDZmzs/s320/DSC01490-723353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I sure haven't seen a bathtub for a while--so going for a soak later~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoiHYitbI/AAAAAAAABwA/Pg6vT75EMsk/s1600-h/DSC01491-724684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116138756945330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoiHYitbI/AAAAAAAABwA/Pg6vT75EMsk/s320/DSC01491-724684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lol, you know what that is XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoiajBS9I/AAAAAAAABwI/W5M-6tvo538/s1600-h/DSC01492-725531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116143901166546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoiajBS9I/AAAAAAAABwI/W5M-6tvo538/s320/DSC01492-725531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's the shower, with my reflection in the glass XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoi7_274I/AAAAAAAABwQ/g4t9mF4zPoo/s1600-h/DSC01493-727546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116152880492418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZoi7_274I/AAAAAAAABwQ/g4t9mF4zPoo/s320/DSC01493-727546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's the actual room~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojB2Dj5I/AAAAAAAABwY/fsJF6wgS_eM/s1600-h/DSC01494-728822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116154449989522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojB2Dj5I/AAAAAAAABwY/fsJF6wgS_eM/s320/DSC01494-728822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Heh, the &lt;em&gt;PS1&lt;/em&gt; controller that got me excited--reminds me I can play the &lt;em&gt;PS&lt;/em&gt; again once I get home~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojTXwApI/AAAAAAAABwg/JXc4iSqxWIc/s1600-h/DSC01495-729784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116159154717330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojTXwApI/AAAAAAAABwg/JXc4iSqxWIc/s320/DSC01495-729784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Nice full length mirrors there~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojiUxLYI/AAAAAAAABwo/28y4HcmBFeA/s1600-h/DSC01496-730928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116163168742786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZojiUxLYI/AAAAAAAABwo/28y4HcmBFeA/s320/DSC01496-730928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;You know, little me is going to feel very awkward about sleeping on a king-size bed...by myself, lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZokOTr_zI/AAAAAAAABww/Ikqy651b6Tk/s1600-h/DSC01497-732076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116174975369010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZokOTr_zI/AAAAAAAABww/Ikqy651b6Tk/s320/DSC01497-732076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A way more comfortable study chair than the one back at &lt;em&gt;Unilodge&lt;/em&gt;--thank you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZokivYz3I/AAAAAAAABxA/unRydppTx2E/s1600-h/DSC01499-734220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397116180460261234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZokivYz3I/AAAAAAAABxA/unRydppTx2E/s320/DSC01499-734220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And finally, the view out the window--the airport~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Will probably have to walk over there later for dinner or something. Oh well peeps, till next time. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2874439254494054079?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2874439254494054079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2874439254494054079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2874439254494054079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2874439254494054079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/10/terminal.html' title='The Terminal...'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SuZohgXuOTI/AAAAAAAABvw/ciJgAIfqC3U/s72-c/DSC01489-722438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-3210093362551679472</id><published>2009-10-19T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:02:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Decided</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A lot has happened, and yet, all the same nothing really has. Does that make sense? Well, it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my first semester as an &lt;em&gt;RMIT Media&lt;/em&gt; student has come and gone (though I still have an essay haunting me for completion). And how do I feel about the experience? Well, it’s an interesting one to say the least; definitely different. Throughout the semester I’ve made some friends and discovered a few interesting notions; things that have provoked lots of thought and a reinvention of my view of the world in some cases. It’s funny what people can learn as they grow older, only to realize they could have so used such knowledge ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be different. Heck they sure would. If I knew half the stuff I do today and had the ability to turn back time and do it over…I so would. I’d definitely change a few things—not quitting artistic gymnastics for one (I so could have gone national, bah!). I would definitely change the way I was in primary school too, along with my behavior throughout middle and high school—cause now I know life doesn’t revolve around good grades and living up to your parents' wants or expectations of you. Sure that’s a big deal all the same but still, I’ve realized that it really is MY life to lead. So I should lead it MY way, be who I want to be (lol, there comes the &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/em&gt; influence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I little too late of a discovery in my opinion—it’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world to switch your life around a 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Beware:&lt;/strong&gt; Another one of my foolish reflections on my way-too-unlived life which will likely face deletion (this post I mean) some weeks down the road, lol~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far back as I can remember I’ve never been particularly happy about the way my life is. Day by day I’d wake up only to another boring, unfulfilled day: dress in the same clothes or uniform, eat the same boring thing for breakfast, exit the same front door, ride the same car to school or college, learn the same subjects, all over and over again. To me life was this stupid, almost pointless repetition of tasks I had to put up with, almost all of which I seriously had no heart in doing. There was nothing in school for me, I know that much. Lessons were bordering on too easy and acing subjects even without studying became the way of things—well, until I hit the important years of Forms 4 and 5 and had to deal with the dreaded SPM exam (which nearly destroyed me in a way, thank you very much!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it didn’t have to do with the subjects being too hard, or me not understanding what I was being taught or anything like that. Plain and simple, I finally realized the past 16 years of my life was this huge, fat lie. The world around me was changing and I couldn’t deal with that change (darns me). I didn’t know who I was anymore. I didn’t know why I woke up everyday only to face a day more depressing than the one before it. I didn’t know why I kept going back to school when I knew there was nothing to be learnt, when there were no real friends waiting to see me. I really didn’t understand why I continued to live my life when I clearly, outright hated it to the core. There just seemed no reason to go on and before I knew it I’d landed myself in a deep pool of pitch-black darkness. I wasn’t eating, had trouble sleeping, couldn’t concentrate on my studies, entirely refused to go back to school, and locked myself in my room more than half the time I was home (which was practically the whole time XP). What upsets me most I suppose was that no one else seemed to care of my slipping into darkness. Day after day of absence from school and not one 'friend' (should have known) bothered calling or saying anything to me through the web. It felt like nobody cared. It felt like I could just lay down and die and no one would even feel sad and mourn. Was I so insignificant to this world? I needed something to prove me wrong and I still do—need something that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I found myself observing others, mostly the people I called friends. It bugged me how they all seemed capable of leading ordinary lives in comparison to mine. I watched them bond with each other, forming all sorts of relationships; some lasting, some not. There were times when they took their own tumbles in life and me, being there for them (simply because I had nowhere else to be), would let them rant out their frustrations to me. Always listening, never really doing or saying anything worthwhile in return. I think some people thought this weird. I just wasn’t the kind who could comfort people. All I really could do was listen. And yet, half the time I bet I was aching to question whoever why they were so upset over the simplest of tribulations. A boyfriend or girlfriend cheating, lying, a break-up, financial problems, a fight with a best-friend. It really all seemed so trivial (minus financial problems XP); maybe because I’ve never had any real experience with either situation before. I guess I find myself so desperate for closeness with another person these days because I want to understand better—hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the rest of the world was weird and I used to think companionship was useless. But as always, those are mere perceptions and perceptions can change with time, age, or experience. Cheerleading has greatly awakened my desire for companionship, the spotlight and the hope that there’s something better out there in life. I guess because of this leaving the sport was what nearly crushed me. Still, in the end memories of my time as a cheerleader in itself (I suppose) have kept me going and remains the primary reason I decided to pick myself up when no one else would so much as bother to lend a hand. For half a decade it has been my light in the pitch-black darkness (meh, and here's the &lt;em&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/em&gt; influence XP). That first routine on the competition mat, performed with my group of enthusiastic teammates, listening to the deafening roar of a cheering crowd was unbelievable, indescribable. I think till today that it is the sole moment in my life when I truly felt alive and is definitely something I’ll always treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am now, I believe I know what I want. Unfortunately those wants may as well stay just that—unrealized dreams, existing only within my mind. It doesn’t really bother me so much anymore (something I find surprising) and I’ve realized that I can live with things the way they are. Life isn’t great, that’s fact; but it isn’t exactly terrible either. I’m still young anyway (or so people tell me), maybe I’ll find something out there that’s really worth living for soon. Besides, I still have my imagination and the online world to live that so-called dream through—a somewhat satisfactory alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I write all this? Well, it's my blog: I can write/say what I want about myself and the way I see things (it's not like I'm typing out some evil plot to overthrow the U.S. government or something--or am I? Lolz!). Honestly, I've just been blog-hopping and reading what some people I know have been writing about their lives and somehow felt compelled to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall leave you all with something that totally caught my attention. Now I haven't been the greatest &lt;em&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Momosu&lt;/em&gt;) fan out there but they've been getting a lot of nice songs lately, not to mention just about every member of the group is a great dancer and singer with really nice voices. This is, in my opinion, their best single yet; especially since member &lt;em&gt;Eri &lt;/em&gt;blew me away (I'm usually for &lt;em&gt;Ai&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Reina&lt;/em&gt; more). In any case, presenting &lt;em&gt;'Kimagure Princess'&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiQlzNwSdDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiQlzNwSdDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out peeps! ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-3210093362551679472?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3210093362551679472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=3210093362551679472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3210093362551679472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3210093362551679472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/10/lot-has-happened-and-yet-all-same.html' title='Because I Decided'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5153681579305331459</id><published>2009-10-04T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:11:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-A-T-I~~~ XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay, so this is ONLY a preview but what the heck, here I was thinking there was no way &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; could ever release another song that would top either of their previous singles, &lt;em&gt;'Renai Rider'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'My Boy'&lt;/em&gt;; seriously, like EVER! But gosh must they prove me wrong!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's only the preview and already I'm brainwashing myself with it--totally can't wait for the actual single to be out~ Why do I love it? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;, it's ROCK! *whoots about*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Airi&lt;/em&gt;'s freaking center again!! Hwee~~ ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt;, the awesomesauce costumes and hair~ XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;, what else, CHEERLEADERS!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;, that catchy P-A-T-I exclamation~~ *major whoots about* XP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, you bet I'm totally digging this right now. Know what, &lt;em&gt;Japan&lt;/em&gt; will always have the best music by my books; and this song so proves it. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eqM-42YZxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eqM-42YZxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5153681579305331459?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5153681579305331459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5153681579305331459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5153681579305331459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5153681579305331459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-t-i-xd.html' title='P-A-T-I~~~ XD'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5723786893399444033</id><published>2009-09-26T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:59:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-M-U-I-!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, so &lt;em&gt;SH&lt;/em&gt; ad I figured we'd have some fun, visiting the &lt;em&gt;Royal Melbourne Show&lt;/em&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;Melbourne Showgrounds&lt;/em&gt; (pretty much the same place as &lt;em&gt;Manifest&lt;/em&gt; previously). So, basically how was my day? Brrr...*shivers*...COOOOOOLD and tiring (since I had to keep moving to feel anywhere near warm).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;We met at 12 noon, headed over to &lt;em&gt;Flinders Station&lt;/em&gt;, hopped on the express train and were there in like 13 minutes. Convenient huh? So gotta love public transport here! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;By the way, if it wasn't obvious enough, it rained a lot throughout the day (so much for me liking Spring &gt;.&lt;), pretty much resulting in the excessive cold. It's FREAKING cold here when it rains, even if only a little. To make things worse the showgrounds are practically wide open spaces of land so the wind was totally impossible to escape, escept when we ran into one of the few buildings. I tell you I almost lost my umbrella thanks to the darn weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Oh wells, I'll leave the pictures to do most of the talking from here on out peeps. Have fun! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGD67OcI/AAAAAAAABpE/HQHciD7LLbE/s1600-h/DSC01404-720510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728014862203330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGD67OcI/AAAAAAAABpE/HQHciD7LLbE/s320/DSC01404-720510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, it was sunny at first - Mr. Orange-ball-in-the-sky is honestly teasing us &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGUJ7J_I/AAAAAAAABpM/_ClixhesKes/s1600-h/DSC01405-721810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728019220080626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGUJ7J_I/AAAAAAAABpM/_ClixhesKes/s320/DSC01405-721810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Bought some yummy jam donuts from this place - seriously yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGwD6FsI/AAAAAAAABpU/BttZVupMa4o/s1600-h/DSC01406-723538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728026711037634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGwD6FsI/AAAAAAAABpU/BttZVupMa4o/s320/DSC01406-723538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Meh, other food options...not an option for Muslims living in a non-Islamic country like me XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zH-JdXSI/AAAAAAAABpk/_dlBeZyoNKQ/s1600-h/DSC01408-727010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728047672286498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zH-JdXSI/AAAAAAAABpk/_dlBeZyoNKQ/s320/DSC01408-727010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Alot of those rides were scary...this one included - you try imagining how high it went XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIP9IS5I/AAAAAAAABps/bnSKYzsOknU/s1600-h/DSC01411-728228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728052452412306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIP9IS5I/AAAAAAAABps/bnSKYzsOknU/s320/DSC01411-728228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;One of many game booths ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIZPUXTI/AAAAAAAABp0/OYYXK8ph6GM/s1600-h/DSC01412-729756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728054944619826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIZPUXTI/AAAAAAAABp0/OYYXK8ph6GM/s320/DSC01412-729756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Check out all the stuffed animals!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIpys6lI/AAAAAAAABp8/j5z6uaX3_gI/s1600-h/DSC01413-730940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728059387996754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zIpys6lI/AAAAAAAABp8/j5z6uaX3_gI/s320/DSC01413-730940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;If it wasn't for the cold I so might have gone on that thing~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zJcf4_UI/AAAAAAAABqM/6lM0mMLaPCo/s1600-h/DSC01415-733699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728072999304514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zJcf4_UI/AAAAAAAABqM/6lM0mMLaPCo/s320/DSC01415-733699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;One of the many educational animal shows around - so love horses XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zJ6M4-AI/AAAAAAAABqU/eBH4or5dMmg/s1600-h/DSC01417-735274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728080972675074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zJ6M4-AI/AAAAAAAABqU/eBH4or5dMmg/s320/DSC01417-735274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Inside of the &lt;em&gt;Patting Pen&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKGeDRsI/AAAAAAAABqc/-6MZcyWPYkk/s1600-h/DSC01418-736524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728084265879234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKGeDRsI/AAAAAAAABqc/-6MZcyWPYkk/s320/DSC01418-736524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Little puppies XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKYlQFvI/AAAAAAAABqk/sasd-5ve8N0/s1600-h/DSC01419-737641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728089127917298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKYlQFvI/AAAAAAAABqk/sasd-5ve8N0/s320/DSC01419-737641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;SHEEP!!!!! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKgqqLbI/AAAAAAAABqs/BgrVciFysOA/s1600-h/DSC01421-738763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728091298082226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zKgqqLbI/AAAAAAAABqs/BgrVciFysOA/s320/DSC01421-738763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And...LAMBS~~~ XD (aren't they just adorable?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLD_SlBI/AAAAAAAABq0/Q7RJa4RBxvY/s1600-h/DSC01422-740173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728100779856914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLD_SlBI/AAAAAAAABq0/Q7RJa4RBxvY/s320/DSC01422-740173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Rabbits snuggled together~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLSK4UnI/AAAAAAAABq8/-EDGaJZ4KSY/s1600-h/DSC01429-741396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728104586564210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLSK4UnI/AAAAAAAABq8/-EDGaJZ4KSY/s320/DSC01429-741396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Pat a lamb? Makes me miss my kitty more XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLm_tteI/AAAAAAAABrE/BrKmC9DsarU/s1600-h/DSC01430-742589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728110176876002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zLm_tteI/AAAAAAAABrE/BrKmC9DsarU/s320/DSC01430-742589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Cattle~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zL3TuDnI/AAAAAAAABrM/_SPEtFeDw7U/s1600-h/DSC01431-743761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728114555752050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zL3TuDnI/AAAAAAAABrM/_SPEtFeDw7U/s320/DSC01431-743761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SH&lt;/em&gt; and the Chicken (this was before we learnt we weren't supposed to pick'em up - Oops! XP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zMWV7-OI/AAAAAAAABrU/XyQlebrHRY0/s1600-h/DSC01432-745217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728122886551778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zMWV7-OI/AAAAAAAABrU/XyQlebrHRY0/s320/DSC01432-745217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Thought this guy was cute~ ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zMltQ5yI/AAAAAAAABrc/GlVCo322EwU/s1600-h/DSC01434-746406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728127010924322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zMltQ5yI/AAAAAAAABrc/GlVCo322EwU/s320/DSC01434-746406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, you're probably wondering why I'm wearing specs in all these pics - I blame the harsh wind XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zM2UKubI/AAAAAAAABrk/F35ZOzuTnY8/s1600-h/DSC01436-747458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728131469064626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zM2UKubI/AAAAAAAABrk/F35ZOzuTnY8/s320/DSC01436-747458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A...dog show?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zNJ0_KZI/AAAAAAAABrs/2x8dEU12X_0/s1600-h/DSC01437-748699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728136706992530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zNJ0_KZI/AAAAAAAABrs/2x8dEU12X_0/s320/DSC01437-748699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El&lt;/em&gt; should like this~~ XD (if she ever sees it, lol!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zNSjhKGI/AAAAAAAABr0/472Mz0hS4XQ/s1600-h/DSC01438-749970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728139049642082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zNSjhKGI/AAAAAAAABr0/472Mz0hS4XQ/s320/DSC01438-749970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Totally don't know the breed but heck they're cute~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zN9gU2hI/AAAAAAAABr8/GPNPyHrX2e0/s1600-h/DSC01442-751425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728150578977298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zN9gU2hI/AAAAAAAABr8/GPNPyHrX2e0/s320/DSC01442-751425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Gah!!!! I wanna pat'em too!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOF_jykI/AAAAAAAABsE/ji4rbKkP2ZU/s1600-h/DSC01444-752412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728152857463362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOF_jykI/AAAAAAAABsE/ji4rbKkP2ZU/s320/DSC01444-752412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Okay, if I COULD have a dog, I'd totally want one of these!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOdBbKbI/AAAAAAAABsM/NNwMvrKPZwA/s1600-h/DSC01445-753840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728159039302066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOdBbKbI/AAAAAAAABsM/NNwMvrKPZwA/s320/DSC01445-753840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;KAWAII!!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOzERRwI/AAAAAAAABsU/pxdzrtLbRxs/s1600-h/DSC01446-755208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728164956817154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zOzERRwI/AAAAAAAABsU/pxdzrtLbRxs/s320/DSC01446-755208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lol, switching gears to the cats - didn't see many of them though since the Cat Shows seem to be over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPMBbDSI/AAAAAAAABsc/Eks4xDr_70o/s1600-h/DSC01448-756334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728171655761186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPMBbDSI/AAAAAAAABsc/Eks4xDr_70o/s320/DSC01448-756334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This guy had pretty fur - he looked mighty mountain cat-ish!! And those green eyes!! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPdNabGI/AAAAAAAABsk/kULelhDDY5g/s1600-h/DSC01449-757469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728176269454434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPdNabGI/AAAAAAAABsk/kULelhDDY5g/s320/DSC01449-757469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Sleeping kittens~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPgcAsGI/AAAAAAAABss/faIyVN_2M1Q/s1600-h/DSC01452-758606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728177135988834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zPgcAsGI/AAAAAAAABss/faIyVN_2M1Q/s320/DSC01452-758606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Check out the Alpaca~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQLCmlWI/AAAAAAAABs0/5_TdaogF0Hk/s1600-h/DSC01453-760179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728188572144994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQLCmlWI/AAAAAAAABs0/5_TdaogF0Hk/s320/DSC01453-760179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So enough with the animals, this was where everyone went for Showbags to take home~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQZ5YQbI/AAAAAAAABs8/4yT9Ko2u7ic/s1600-h/DSC01454-761637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728192559989170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQZ5YQbI/AAAAAAAABs8/4yT9Ko2u7ic/s320/DSC01454-761637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lol, yeah, you can start laughing now XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQmpDwKI/AAAAAAAABtE/wWzafRgAvLY/s1600-h/DSC01456-762907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728195981197474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zQmpDwKI/AAAAAAAABtE/wWzafRgAvLY/s320/DSC01456-762907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;SH and I ended up stuck in the Foods department thanks to a sudden pour of heavy rain - don't think we can complain much there (ignoring our freezing limbs and wet clothes despite our useless umbrellas) XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zRXDk9iI/AAAAAAAABtU/lRzfzr3XxTA/s1600-h/DSC01459-765486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728208977327650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zRXDk9iI/AAAAAAAABtU/lRzfzr3XxTA/s320/DSC01459-765486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Shall start tempting people now - cookies and gingerbread men!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zRsjZMAI/AAAAAAAABtc/5kOX3LHPLe4/s1600-h/DSC01460-766748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728214747918338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zRsjZMAI/AAAAAAAABtc/5kOX3LHPLe4/s320/DSC01460-766748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Cupcakes!!! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zSAgdoKI/AAAAAAAABtk/MEG1E2tjls4/s1600-h/DSC01461-768269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728220104335522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zSAgdoKI/AAAAAAAABtk/MEG1E2tjls4/s320/DSC01461-768269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Chocolate, Vanila and Strawberry fountains~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zSXFwvsI/AAAAAAAABts/inwvPBvTeR0/s1600-h/DSC01462-769762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728226166357698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zSXFwvsI/AAAAAAAABts/inwvPBvTeR0/s320/DSC01462-769762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;NUTS!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zS2tYKaI/AAAAAAAABt0/rOEkU--t3lY/s1600-h/DSC01463-771892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728234654017954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zS2tYKaI/AAAAAAAABt0/rOEkU--t3lY/s320/DSC01463-771892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A cup of heavenly yogurt goodness and Raspberry sauce~~~ *licks* XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zTaF9tXI/AAAAAAAABt8/brx1JSH5BuU/s1600-h/DSC01465-773132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728244152382834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zTaF9tXI/AAAAAAAABt8/brx1JSH5BuU/s320/DSC01465-773132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Coca-Cola Arena&lt;/em&gt; where fireworks were supposed to take place later on - &lt;em&gt;SH&lt;/em&gt; and I decided to scram since we so couldn't take the darn cold anymore XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zTjOA_8I/AAAAAAAABuE/Zj9frCr5Uj4/s1600-h/DSC01466-774781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728246602072002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zTjOA_8I/AAAAAAAABuE/Zj9frCr5Uj4/s320/DSC01466-774781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Looks like a dressage competition - heck I dunno since I missed the whole thing XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUAWPxsI/AAAAAAAABuM/z-5LNROtMxk/s1600-h/DSC01467-776135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728254421223106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUAWPxsI/AAAAAAAABuM/z-5LNROtMxk/s320/DSC01467-776135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Visited the stables~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUSY-daI/AAAAAAAABuU/ffuqQn60FIw/s1600-h/DSC01469-777505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728259264509346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUSY-daI/AAAAAAAABuU/ffuqQn60FIw/s320/DSC01469-777505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And now I miss horse riding &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUkB-S4I/AAAAAAAABuc/968OzI09lE0/s1600-h/DSC01470-778760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728263999867778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zUkB-S4I/AAAAAAAABuc/968OzI09lE0/s320/DSC01470-778760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And on to the art gallary~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zValW0XI/AAAAAAAABus/43qX7PgojfU/s1600-h/DSC01472-781332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728278643790194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zValW0XI/AAAAAAAABus/43qX7PgojfU/s320/DSC01472-781332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It's...&lt;em&gt;PIPLUP&lt;/em&gt;!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zV9HjdiI/AAAAAAAABu0/w_aetpmBuyg/s1600-h/DSC01473-783015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728287914030626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zV9HjdiI/AAAAAAAABu0/w_aetpmBuyg/s320/DSC01473-783015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Mwahahaha, more food!!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zWJh7njI/AAAAAAAABu8/OGwp5eS3ZpI/s1600-h/DSC01474-784199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728291245891122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zWJh7njI/AAAAAAAABu8/OGwp5eS3ZpI/s320/DSC01474-784199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Honestly wonder if anyone's gonna end up eating those?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zWk3B2HI/AAAAAAAABvM/SF_HvIO6nQo/s1600-h/DSC01478-786493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728298582136946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zWk3B2HI/AAAAAAAABvM/SF_HvIO6nQo/s320/DSC01478-786493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I spy &lt;em&gt;Spongebob&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Elmo&lt;/em&gt;, do you? XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, I'm way too lazy and tired to elaborate on details. People say "a picture's worth a 1000 words" anyway. I got like over 40 here. That should do it, right? ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5723786893399444033?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5723786893399444033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5723786893399444033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5723786893399444033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5723786893399444033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/s-m-u-i.html' title='S-A-M-U-I-!!!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sr3zGD67OcI/AAAAAAAABpE/HQHciD7LLbE/s72-c/DSC01404-720510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5404019525657887884</id><published>2009-09-24T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:21:37.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Spicy' Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Hmm...saying life is boring now as it is wouldn't be a lie...but it wouldn't really be the truth either. I guess it's just somewhere in between--usually really routine with a touch of 'spicyness' kicking it in every once in a while. Gotta admit though, this week might just be the 'spicy-est' yet! Why?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made a list:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Relations&lt;/em&gt; presentation's over for me--scraped a distinction (whoot!!) XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both alarm clocks phailed (spelling error on purpose XP) me on Monday morning--nearly missed this week's movie screening entirely!! O.O Thanks to &lt;em&gt;SH&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Cal&lt;/em&gt; for waking me up, lol! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Did you come to see my boobies?" ROFL!! &lt;em&gt;Julie Andrews&lt;/em&gt; is a hilarious actress!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WATCHED &lt;em&gt;POWER RANGERS: THE MOVIE&lt;/em&gt; ON &lt;em&gt;KAMUTUBE&lt;/em&gt; ('kamu' = you ^^)AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!! ROFL XD~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Previous problem...eh...making progress? Lol--I will get somewhere~ XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noxy&lt;/em&gt; has made a blog!!!! MAJOR WHOOT!!!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noxy&lt;/em&gt; now owes me a picture of mohawk-him~ (get to it dude!!) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have plans to checkout &lt;em&gt;Melbourne Leisure Fair&lt;/em&gt; this weekend--hwee!!! LAMBS (wait a sec, why lambs? o.O) here I come!!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hottie-of-a-&lt;em&gt;MASS&lt;/em&gt;-subject lecturer praised me...and I feel...O.O...ZOMG!!! Here I go again?!? GAh!!! &gt;,&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fire alarm rang this morning whilst I was in campus library--haha, fun!! No fire though, ah wells (not that I really wished for one~) XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yep, this is turning out to be a pretty entertaining week. I shall hope for more 'spicyness' in my life here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne peeps!! ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5404019525657887884?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5404019525657887884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5404019525657887884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5404019525657887884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5404019525657887884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/spicy-things.html' title='&apos;Spicy&apos; Things'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6105519045483180178</id><published>2009-09-19T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:38:37.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SrSRxoiob1I/AAAAAAAABo8/C2A3IPjm_74/s1600-h/singer-taylor-swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383087736496877394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SrSRxoiob1I/AAAAAAAABo8/C2A3IPjm_74/s320/singer-taylor-swift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah, you've really gotta be living under a rock or something if you don't know the girl in the picture above. Still, just incase you REALLY don't, I'll fill you in. Her name's &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;; a 19-year-old American country singer-songwriter who exploded onto the scene some three (3) years ago with her debut single &lt;em&gt;'Tim McGraw'&lt;/em&gt;. That single was of course followed up by the song that led me to knowing of her existence: &lt;em&gt;'Teardrops on My Guitar'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are stellar-ly beautiful songs in their own way if you haven't (by some miracle) listened to them. Ah, but by no means are these the only amazing songs she has up her sleeve. Some of my favorites include the all-famous number&lt;em&gt; 'Love Story'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'Our Song'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'You Belong With Me'&lt;/em&gt;; all of which have very moving lyrics and a nice (somewhat pop/country) tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I dedicating a whole blog post to her? Well, frankly I think she quite deserves it. Having read her interview on a &lt;em&gt;Seventeen&lt;/em&gt; magazine not too long ago, I pretty much realized that this was no ordinary 19-year-old. The way she answered the many questions of the interview...you'd think this was someone who had experienced the world and had some darn exquisite bags of wisdom in that brain of hers to prove it--yet she's 19?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I'd encourage everyone to find that interview of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt; seems incredibly mature for her young age, if I do say so myself. She is (after all) only a year my senior. I guess though that her somewhat born-to-be-a-writer talents have contributed to this a great sum. Apparently she either writes or co-writes all her songs and they are even often enough based on her own personal experiences making them easily relatable and truthful (though mostly about the trials of love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that a voice isn't all it takes to succeed in the music industry. &lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt;'s music reaches out to people and I guess that's what I like about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it the girl's got it made--she's pretty and tall, definitely wise if not smart, humble (judged on the mny times I've spotted her on TV), and obviously she has talent others would probably die for (I know I would--to be able to write beautiful and honest lyrics like she can). Sure she's not the greatest performer and in no ways can she belt like some other country singers such as &lt;em&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/em&gt; but this girl is special in her own way and it's uplifting...watching someone like her make it bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think &lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt;'s an inspiration to a lot of people out there; me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go &lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt;!! ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6105519045483180178?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6105519045483180178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6105519045483180178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6105519045483180178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6105519045483180178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-deal.html' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SrSRxoiob1I/AAAAAAAABo8/C2A3IPjm_74/s72-c/singer-taylor-swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1703915638790996836</id><published>2009-09-10T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:07:05.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLwwy-g2wkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLwwy-g2wkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She walks to school with the lunch she packed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what she's holdin' back&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She hides the bruises with linen and lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;br /&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cries in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors hear but they turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate&lt;br /&gt;When morning come it'll be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;br /&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue stands in a shaded place&lt;br /&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face&lt;br /&gt;Her name is written on a polished rock&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;br /&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete angel"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Salutes Martina McBride*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone not like country music?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1703915638790996836?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1703915638790996836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1703915638790996836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1703915638790996836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1703915638790996836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7459669072499194127</id><published>2009-09-07T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:51:57.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Shoots Self For Randomness* XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yep, 'random' title as can be. I seriously owe &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt; a biggie for all her strange but totally welcomed influence on me--thanks dearie!! (lol, never called you that before, huh &lt;em&gt;Ame&lt;/em&gt;? XP). She may or may not proceed to glomp or shoot me now, though I personally shall hope for neither, despite the unlikelyhood of it being neither less she never read my blog again--mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back down to Terra people. *clears throat*. It's time to key in on a rather solemn note. Prepare yourselves everyone, I feel a tragic rant session coming on, starting....now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sill witnessing the get-togethers and moving-ons of some of my friends; pretty much through means of the internet though. And while I am sure that the prospects of being 'alone' are not bothering me at the moment, something else is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a month now since my 'weird' night--like anyone remembers anyway. An unforgettable conversation shared with a persona I consider 'friend', whom now I have no idea what to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I was somewhat blur that night, maybe from lack of sleep? No, I can't possibly blame that. I'm as blind and clueless as a bat when it comes to advances of the heart--I know I am, no one be trying to prove me otherwise. Believe me when I say I'd probably never realize if a person liked me or was even flirting with me unless they maybe spelled it out for me, point blank: "I like you!" *stares meaningfully, rolls eyes* "Yes, in 'that' way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Now everyone knows I'm a hopeless romantic! Yay me! (non-enthusiastically spoken/written).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. I think...I was actually confessed to...*ponders uncertainly*. Yeah, I had to repetitively recollect that conversation several times, words spoken, possible meanings behind each one to even come to that conclusion--if it even is a conclusion. I even asked for &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt;'s perspective by typing out part of the conversation for her to read. Her reaction...honestly left me in an even bigger panic (lol) cause she saw what I had completely missed when I partook in said conversation. I clearly mistook every-darn-thing for 'friendship' that night. Heck even now I have my doubts if I'm merely reading too into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it was a confession? What if it wasn't? But I specifically remember the words "like you alot" in there! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm too scared to ask. Too scared to admit I probably missed the whole point. To top things over it seems he's been avoiding me lately; or so it feels like he is. Either that or he's just too busy or having family problems or that with the computer again. Truthfully speaking I don't like this avoidance and not speaking thing. It's weird. Sure it's gone on longer than the present before (not speaking that is) though then it was usually stuff like exams and actual...I don't know...problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why though? What did I say? Or do? I really don't have any idea--yep, blurgirl here *raises hand*. Was it the nature of how our last conversation panned out and ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regardless I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and wait things through. Who knows, maybe there is some kind of situation going on? Meh, he'll have to clue me in sooner or later anyway. I really just wanna breach the weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, you know, when it all boils down to it, I've been down this road before, once back in high school. Similar situation, only then it never progressed to...a confession? Yeah, I need to stop being so darn innocent and start noticing how people are behaving towards me. I'm clearly missing the few chances I get here (lol)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over people, I'm out! Peace~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7459669072499194127?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7459669072499194127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7459669072499194127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7459669072499194127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7459669072499194127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoots-self-for-randomness-xp.html' title='*Shoots Self For Randomness* XP'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8998715295678159286</id><published>2009-09-01T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:50:15.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yeah, unknown to many (until they decide to read this, lol) I remained rather cooped up in my room over the first weekend of my sem break. Was honestly too lazy to go out, what with fasting month being around and all. Plus I'd turned semi-nocturnal thanks to &lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; being back on--though I'm really happy about that (yay!). Have been taking it reasonably easy too where studies are concerned - hey, it is a break - but no worries, I'll get myself back on track in a jiffy; just have a fanfiction chapter to get drafted first (lol!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Anyways, so I was reallyreallyreallyreallyREALLY bored having stayed indoors for most of the time except for groceries, dumping the trash or the short walk to campus for printing subject readings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;What did I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Call up someone I figured was still in town for the sem break (haha); thank goodness he was bored too and we ended up hanging out. Mind you, with no real plan or idea of what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Turns out &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; already had a hair appointment fixed for the day at 4pm so that was a start. Yeah, you bet, I cut my freaking hair in &lt;em&gt;Aussieland &lt;/em&gt;(term courtesy of&lt;em&gt; Noxy&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; XP)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Pictures at the end of this post--promise! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;So yeah, we spent quite a bit of our time at &lt;em&gt;Borders&lt;/em&gt; (the book store, duh!), where &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; couldn't resist buying some fashion magazines (drools!). We then figured we'd check out some of the exhibitions on the upcoming &lt;em&gt;Fashion Week&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Melbourne Central&lt;/em&gt; since we were there. Nothing very much from what I saw. Oh, not that they weren't nice or interesting--just that there was practically no life about the exhibitions. Once again, pictures below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;We browsed the many streets of &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt; to pass the time later on. Pretty much walking from one end of the &lt;em&gt;City Center&lt;/em&gt; to the other, snapping random shots of branded stores along the way--come on, we so had to! And of course, checked out a pirated (lol, no judging me XP) CD/DVD store in the vicinity which we stumbled upon some time back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Heh, pretty darn random day, huh? Obviously I came home after the hair cut. It cost me a bomb (no, not literally) but heck I think my hair's never looked any better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Take a look!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq0eIP60I/AAAAAAAABns/fX9HMSjMKuk/s1600-h/DSC01380-713110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430242335288130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq0eIP60I/AAAAAAAABns/fX9HMSjMKuk/s320/DSC01380-713110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;You bet, one of the exhibitions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq1GzYa4I/AAAAAAAABn0/WQF2x5mrOIo/s1600-h/DSC01383-715601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430253253618562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq1GzYa4I/AAAAAAAABn0/WQF2x5mrOIo/s320/DSC01383-715601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Pretty neat stuff if you're into clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq1r3aeGI/AAAAAAAABn8/bl0W3OTtQHo/s1600-h/DSC01384-717544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430263202642018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq1r3aeGI/AAAAAAAABn8/bl0W3OTtQHo/s320/DSC01384-717544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Now this dress was cool--made entirely using fire and heat (no stitches!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq2Iz3mII/AAAAAAAABoE/HVoFS3u4DBw/s1600-h/DSC01390-720175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430270972401794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq2Iz3mII/AAAAAAAABoE/HVoFS3u4DBw/s320/DSC01390-720175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Name says it all, doesn't it? XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq2kj8XgI/AAAAAAAABoM/mNDCOrljkyo/s1600-h/DSC01391-722238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430278421798402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq2kj8XgI/AAAAAAAABoM/mNDCOrljkyo/s320/DSC01391-722238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Here's another one~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq3ajPSvI/AAAAAAAABoU/jTK9nSBz7Dk/s1600-h/DSC01393-724642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430292914359026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq3ajPSvI/AAAAAAAABoU/jTK9nSBz7Dk/s320/DSC01393-724642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The all-famous &lt;em&gt;Prada&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq32TQygI/AAAAAAAABoc/bgLrvDIQtZg/s1600-h/DSC01395-726649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430300363540994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq32TQygI/AAAAAAAABoc/bgLrvDIQtZg/s320/DSC01395-726649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Just a random shot. Nice view though. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq4e7jFwI/AAAAAAAABok/d0Ps6YRnKHs/s1600-h/DSC01397-728799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430311269930754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq4e7jFwI/AAAAAAAABok/d0Ps6YRnKHs/s320/DSC01397-728799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yes, there was a &lt;em&gt;Barbie&lt;/em&gt; display exhibition there. Too bad no &lt;em&gt;Malaysian Barbie&lt;/em&gt; XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq5cNaAaI/AAAAAAAABo0/VGiAkoLYY44/s1600-h/DSC01401-733130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430327719395746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq5cNaAaI/AAAAAAAABo0/VGiAkoLYY44/s320/DSC01401-733130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And yep, I have a fringe now~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Looks pretty different in my opinion (I know I look like I'm bored or something in the picture but heck I don't care XP). Haha, think I'll keep it this way for a while ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8998715295678159286?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8998715295678159286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8998715295678159286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8998715295678159286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8998715295678159286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When Boredom Strikes'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Spzq0eIP60I/AAAAAAAABns/fX9HMSjMKuk/s72-c/DSC01380-713110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8815774091228272477</id><published>2009-08-30T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:04:55.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tashika Ni, Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Over the course of my single year in college, I guess I've established myself as someone--the weird freaky cheerleader girl who kept smiling wherever she went (oh, and spent half of her first semester as the campus' very own &lt;em&gt;Bionic Woman&lt;/em&gt;--lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking some friends during one of our more 'free' periods, "What was your first impression of me?" The answers turned out pretty funny, now that I think about it. One of them - I cannot remember who - said she (yes, at least I remember it was a girl) thought I was this really punky, stylish person. Why? She said it was because of the clothes I wore and my freaky stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! And so my love for heels and fancy clothes are the cause! Too bad I ain't trading my classy fashion for anything...ever...maybe. You know what, we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apparently that friend of mine thought I was some really fierce &lt;em&gt;Femme Fatale&lt;/em&gt; (lol--can you believe that? I blame the fiery red hair and the &lt;em&gt;Sasuke&lt;/em&gt;-ish hairstyle). Me? A &lt;em&gt;Femme Fatale&lt;/em&gt;? If anything I think I'm more either 'the dark loner in the corner' and maybe part 'the cheerleader' or 'girl next door'. &lt;em&gt;Femme Fatale&lt;/em&gt; however, is totally pushing it (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness her opinion of me's changed, huh? Just goes to say one really can't judge people by their outer selves (and now I'm going all &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!-&lt;/em&gt;ish XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;em&gt;'Cool and Spicy'&lt;/em&gt;. I've learnt a whole lot from that Anime, &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/em&gt; And heck I like it a lot, probably because I can relate pretty well with the main character, &lt;em&gt;Amu&lt;/em&gt;. She's a totally different person on the inside than what she lets people see on the outside. It's almost hilarious to see the transitions from her 'cool' self to her...eh...'real' self? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Anime's all about &lt;strong&gt;'finding your true self'&lt;/strong&gt; so &lt;em&gt;Amu&lt;/em&gt; gradually changes and is able to show who she really is to the world. I hope to be like her too, someday. To be able to portray my true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've really learnt over the years to break free from the outer shell I've hidden under for so long; slowly but surely. Those who know me now and can actually make the comparisons to way back when, you'd definitely see the big difference. I'm still that same girl, but different all the same. It's funny, it's weird, it's almost crazy to comprehend, but all of it's true. I know I still have my odd, inhuman-ish issues and my mentality's probably the freakiest thing on this planet (heck I'm naive and childish), I have my ups and downs, my quirks, my peeves...I'm me. Yet someday I'll be so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be who I want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8815774091228272477?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8815774091228272477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8815774091228272477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8815774091228272477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8815774091228272477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/tashika-ni-optimism.html' title='Tashika Ni, Optimism'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-496355429037833035</id><published>2009-08-23T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:54:54.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/em&gt; addiction is slowly easing into a simple fascination of the anime. Not that that's a bad thing. In fact, it's probably good--now I can control myself a little and stop streaming it everyday. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only watched it at first because I figured it might give me some other form of insight into the girl group &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; And in a way, I guess it kind of has. Still, that was not the only enlightenment I received through watching &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/em&gt; (other than getting addicted to it). I also discovered the existence of the other two groups created to belt out &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/em&gt; themes, though they don't seem on par with &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; in my books. There's just something about &lt;em&gt;Airi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Miya&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Momo&lt;/em&gt; that catches my attention--they're just great. However, that does not mean the other two groups haven't put out decent tunes themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one from &lt;em&gt;Guardians 4&lt;/em&gt; which I actually find nice to sing along to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ths7u7yZ8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ths7u7yZ8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Personal opinion? I'm not too fond of &lt;em&gt;Risako&lt;/em&gt;. She dances funny and her voice tends to border on whiny. &lt;em&gt;Aika&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Yurina&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Saki&lt;/em&gt; are okay by me. Though, I guess &lt;em&gt;Yurina&lt;/em&gt;'s height is a constant weird thing to watch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~O~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's really funny how people deal with emotions. I'm seeing a lot of people get together and break it off lately. Wonder what's with the odd-little trend. All in all, I guess I find it even weirder that I'm not quite bothered anymore. It's weird alright, but a relief really.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-496355429037833035?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/496355429037833035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=496355429037833035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/496355429037833035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/496355429037833035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalala.html' title='LALALA~'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-3524012840382823727</id><published>2009-08-22T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:53:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Oh you can all bet your shimmery-little-pokemon-trading-cards that I'm freaking hyped about today's events. Why? Because I finally (note the word 'finally') got to attend an actual Anime Convention!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;*whoots about her minuscule apartment room*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yes, I've been wanting to experience what one of those was like for myself for quite some time now. Those who know me well enough, should definitely know how true this statement is. And now that I've actually been in one, all I can say is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I FREAKING NEED TO GO AGAIN!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Honestly, three hours isn't exactly enough to let a person cover everything. In fact, it's a far cry from it. Plus the convention - otherwise known as &lt;em&gt;Manifest&lt;/em&gt; - was somewhat out of the way. Meaning &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; and I had to take the train out of the city center area to get to the &lt;em&gt;Melbourne Showgrounds&lt;/em&gt; (where the event was being housed). Of course, it only took us around say 20-30 minutes, give or take, for a one-way journey. And that's even probably because we had to switch transportation to a tram along the way--following a &lt;em&gt;Tifa&lt;/em&gt; cosplayer and some kimono-wearing girls so as not to get ourselves lost XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Thank goodness we tailed the right people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tue4rHjI/AAAAAAAABmk/U1LWTCM6a6Y/s1600-h/DSC01363-789322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774263296826930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tue4rHjI/AAAAAAAABmk/U1LWTCM6a6Y/s320/DSC01363-789322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Just check out the on-the-day entrance registration line we had to wait in (don't really know if anyone can see a line though--it was more of a curve XP).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It was $30 to get in (steep huh?), but hey, I didn't plan on riding that train and the tram after it for nothing. Which reminds me, I still owe you money, &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Anyways, once we were registered they gave us these really cute identification tags with a grinning school-girl chibi picture and the word 'Saturday' (the day, duh!) printed on it; as well as a big, white...(what, goodie bag?) each. And honestly the only two thoughts in my head at that moment were, respectively: "Cool!" and "Do they give these in &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; too?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tu1hPeKI/AAAAAAAABms/a-FfgDBWGGs/s1600-h/DSC01364-790922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774269372561570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tu1hPeKI/AAAAAAAABms/a-FfgDBWGGs/s320/DSC01364-790922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, know me well enough? Obviously the first character cosplayed of the day I just had to whip out my camera for--psst! No idea who the girl-in-green-with-a-frying-pan is, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tvUROLAI/AAAAAAAABm0/0eYHTizGWbA/s1600-h/DSC01365-792884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774277626866690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tvUROLAI/AAAAAAAABm0/0eYHTizGWbA/s320/DSC01365-792884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, he kindly turned my way~ Lol! (I'm being hilarious people! XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tv5DHfaI/AAAAAAAABm8/McrBDVq92QE/s1600-h/DSC01366-794720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774287499820450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tv5DHfaI/AAAAAAAABm8/McrBDVq92QE/s320/DSC01366-794720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And here's a view for the inside of the &lt;em&gt;Activities Hall&lt;/em&gt;--the place &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; and I spent most of our 'short' time there. Oh how we loved the many stores and the items they had for sale on display~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's a little sample from one of the stores:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_twa-cZuI/AAAAAAAABnE/cQ3BvfLkcV8/s1600-h/DSC01367-796685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774296607024866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_twa-cZuI/AAAAAAAABnE/cQ3BvfLkcV8/s320/DSC01367-796685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Hats, bags, plushies, etc. &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; was more into figurines and manga and stuff. Me? I literally just jumped after anything 'cute'. Heh, and now I'm thinking of the title &lt;em&gt;Ame-chan&lt;/em&gt; has so graciously bestowed upon me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Either way, we both got one or two things we wanted--&lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; got his tiny figurines while I got something cuddly to hold and some...new ears? (lol!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;In all honesty, the only disappointing thing about attending one of these events (to me at least) would have to be the limitations money imposes on us. I am so going to work hard. How else am I going to quench my other-worldly thirst for the Anime Realm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Hmm...&lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt;! (utterly random XP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, back outdoors (where the wind was being a total big-fat grouch) there were more stuff going on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_twpr9xMI/AAAAAAAABnM/oRyKey7gY2Y/s1600-h/DSC01370-798391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774300556051650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_twpr9xMI/AAAAAAAABnM/oRyKey7gY2Y/s320/DSC01370-798391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Cosplayers as &lt;em&gt;Light&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;L &lt;/em&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Death Note&lt;/em&gt;. Absolutely heart the awesome wings~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_txLje7UI/AAAAAAAABnU/-HbcS0SEkl0/s1600-h/DSC01372-700510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774309647281474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_txLje7UI/AAAAAAAABnU/-HbcS0SEkl0/s320/DSC01372-700510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was really entertaining. Japanese drums are so the way to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_txvma_vI/AAAAAAAABnc/-FKLXFlegDA/s1600-h/DSC01373-702020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774319323283186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_txvma_vI/AAAAAAAABnc/-FKLXFlegDA/s320/DSC01373-702020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Then there was this &lt;em&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/em&gt; thing going on. The guy in the center of the above picture was swinging around this long spear or something, and there are girls behind him with swords and stuff. Yeah, they're in school uniforms. Really didn't get to see much of this though as they moved elsewhere after a short demo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;By the way, at some point of this whole she-bang &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; and I did end up eating &lt;em&gt;Takoyaki&lt;/em&gt; (octopus balls--do not laugh XP) to quell any hunger. Why of all things &lt;em&gt;Takoyaki&lt;/em&gt;? Well, I couldn't exactly eat their curry (&lt;em&gt;Muslim&lt;/em&gt;, remember?). Wasn't going to risk the &lt;em&gt;Soba&lt;/em&gt; either--who knows what they put in that sauce? Besides, the lines were freakishly long and the &lt;em&gt;Takoyaki&lt;/em&gt; one was shortest. Need I say more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The last thing we ended up doing before deciding we really had to get home before dark was watch an anime screening. The anime we watched--probably because it was the only one on at the time that &lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; hadn't watched before--&lt;em&gt;Toward the Terra&lt;/em&gt; (which now that I recall it, is a pretty good anime--do watch if you haven't! It'll make you really think about race and the sorry effects of misunderstandings from one race to another).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cal&lt;/em&gt; and I caught a tram all the way back from the showgrounds after that. Wish I could have sat through one of the panels though (also wish they sold something &lt;em&gt;chocobo&lt;/em&gt;-ish *sighs*). Alas, reality keeps on calling and we as beings living in it have to answer that call eventually. Still, it is always those few casual slips away from it that make me the happiest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tx3GPiOI/AAAAAAAABnk/Lhn86i61-p0/s1600-h/DSC01376-703637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774321335797986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tx3GPiOI/AAAAAAAABnk/Lhn86i61-p0/s320/DSC01376-703637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My first memories of attending an Anime Convention (&lt;em&gt;Manifest&lt;/em&gt;): the bag and freebies (inside--technically their not 'free'), the identification tag, my cuddly little &lt;em&gt;Mokona&lt;/em&gt; plushie from &lt;em&gt;Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Chi&lt;/em&gt;'s ears from &lt;em&gt;Chobits&lt;/em&gt; (haha, I'll go as a &lt;em&gt;Persocom&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt;)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So now when I miss my cat I know what to hug~ *grabs her &lt;em&gt;Mokona&lt;/em&gt;!* XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;PS: To those it may concern--have a nice fasting month! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-3524012840382823727?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3524012840382823727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=3524012840382823727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3524012840382823727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3524012840382823727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/manifest.html' title='Manifest!!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/So_tue4rHjI/AAAAAAAABmk/U1LWTCM6a6Y/s72-c/DSC01363-789322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5416573251138384435</id><published>2009-08-17T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:43:45.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamagoyaki!!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And thus thou be warned, had absolutely zero sleep last night, body is running on probably nothing but sugar, I am (very) sleepy, but heck I'm going to at least struggle through this post first for the heck of it. Why am I putting myself through this? Honestly, there are just some things in life where one feels a certain sense of need to do--I don't need anyone questioning my ideas of prioritizing; it's my life, I'll choose what I want to do with it. The end, period. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;So anyways, I earlier mentioned 'sugar'. Well, I've been telling that fact to pretty much everyone I met today and then it occurred to me that I only recently discovered the tastiness of chucking sugar into an omelet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Does that sound freaky to anyone? It kind of did to me at first and I went: "Sugar and egg?!" In a total disbelief. I don't know if it's just me but I'm way much more used to the idea of egg as a savoury dish (except when one chucks them into cake mixtures and such). And so the idea of putting sugar into an egg, beating it, and then pouring it into a pan to cook over slow flames simply did not seem the brightest of ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Still, curious as I can be sometimes...I gave it ago--chucking in a teaspoon of sugar for two eggs at first. Obviously I didn't know what to expect but apparently a teaspoon of sugar for two large eggs doesn't quite do the trick--egg has a pretty strong taste on its own. So, I added another teaspoon the second time round and 'wala', yummalicious &lt;em&gt;Tamagoyaki&lt;/em&gt;!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Seriously, it tastes really really good! I'm surprised the rest of the world hasn't practiced the art of putting sugar into their omelets to the degree the Japanese do. Or maybe I'm just ignorant again and haven't noticed either way? (Yeah, that might be it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Either way, the rolling of the egg to achieve that effect in the picture below took a slight bit of practice. I'm not very consistent with my successes yet but hey, I like the taste of sugar-omelets enough to keep practicing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;To anyone out there who hasn't given it a go, GO!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SolMqQZok2I/AAAAAAAABmc/odUYLjchYao/s1600-h/tamago5-741230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370908319456727906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SolMqQZok2I/AAAAAAAABmc/odUYLjchYao/s320/tamago5-741230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yum!!! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5416573251138384435?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5416573251138384435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5416573251138384435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5416573251138384435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5416573251138384435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamagoyaki-xd.html' title='Tamagoyaki!!! XD'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SolMqQZok2I/AAAAAAAABmc/odUYLjchYao/s72-c/tamago5-741230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7959798208067413213</id><published>2009-08-12T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:23:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitsumon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you make of hearing something from someone, something you thought you'd never really hear from them? Not for real anyway. Say maybe it crossed your mind once or twice - maybe that person thinks this, maybe that person thinks that, about you. What are you supposed to feel? I know I asked out of curiosity and nothing else. I just needed to know. Does it mean what I think it means? Or am I reading this entirely wrong? And which way do I want it? Where does it go from here? Questions, questions; always questions. Wherever this leads, whatever it does to me and anyone else involved, I hope it's for the better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~O~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I had a weird night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. But anyway, here's something I thought really moving from one of &lt;em&gt;Blake Edward&lt;/em&gt;'s films, &lt;em&gt;'Darling Lili'&lt;/em&gt;; starring &lt;em&gt;Julie Andrews&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess it's a natural thing to want to share &lt;em&gt;'beautiful'&lt;/em&gt; things. So here's &lt;em&gt;'Whistling Away the Dark'&lt;/em&gt; by the all-famed star persona:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4D_cuOMLGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4D_cuOMLGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7959798208067413213?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7959798208067413213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7959798208067413213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7959798208067413213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7959798208067413213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/shitsumon.html' title='Shitsumon...'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8826298420301974523</id><published>2009-08-11T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:58:16.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Director of Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Well ladies and gentlemen, it's been about a near month now since classes have commenced for me here in &lt;em&gt;Melbourne, Australia&lt;/em&gt; - man time flies, huh? Perhaps when one's having a good time. Yeah, I do occasionally wish I had someone to talk to when I'm in the apartment room but hey, at least I still have friends in the online world and in reality (here in &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt;). Some of whom crave the company almost as much (actually, maybe more) than I do. But anyway, loneliness is not to be the topic of today's post. Let's refer back to the post title now shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*casts gaze at mentioned piece* By the way, if you haven't guessed by now, I am blogging to get my freaking mind off my readings for a little while - a brain can only take in so much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;'The Director of Doors'&lt;/em&gt;, as is the title I remember my lecturer associating with the one and only, &lt;em&gt;Ernst Lubitsch&lt;/em&gt;. Why is he called so? Well, for starters you'd have to watch a couple of his films, and then take notice of his use of (you guessed it) doors. I suppose it does go deeper than that really but I haven't the will or determination to elaborate on it today, what with my having to write an essay on it which happens to be due this Friday - yes yes, shall get down to that soon.&lt;br /&gt;Adding on, odds are unless you were alive in the early 1900s you'd probably have never heard of this guy, let alone seen any of his films. Apparently &lt;em&gt;Lubitsch&lt;/em&gt;'s reigning era was that of when sound-cinema was newly brought into wide-spread use (should lead to your imagination of how long ago that was now, right?). Oh and yes, this does mean colorless visuals. Still, I'm direly encouraging anyone who hasn't seen even one of his films to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting things off, I wasn't expecting very much when I sat down in that cosy (mind you, the movie theaters on campus are charming) little red chair two Mondays ago, reading off my 'screening list' to find the movie of said week up for discussion was &lt;em&gt;Ernst Lubitsch&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;'One Hour With You'&lt;/em&gt;. Clearly, knowing the guy lived a near decade ago I was more than half expecting to be bored to death by some cliche love story - which has probably been redone like a trillion times. Oh, but how the great director proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's anything I've noticed about &lt;em&gt;Lubitsch&lt;/em&gt;'s films (now that I've watched several few) is that he really knows how to keep the audience interested in the story and what's on the screen. From beginning to end, there was not a moment when I wanted to peel my eyes away from that giant screen for fear that I'd miss an explicitly fun scene. Sure it was a love story, sure it was a musical with no real dancing, a rather small cast, the lead male having this way-too-thick french accent that was near impossible to understand and the female lead's stiletto-high operatic way of singing would have probably broken glass if the sound quality was much better...yeah, but fact is that the film was really (seriously) really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it was great!! Brilliant even!!! I'd definitely give it a standing 'O' any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so much fun to see a love story twisted the way it was in &lt;em&gt;'One Hour With You'&lt;/em&gt;. Besides the unconventional aspects, the comedy was well executed, lines were witty, the songs weren't bad for their time at all, characters were memorable, transitions were smooth and the story was very understandable. It was just really superb. Thus, I have found another director to place on a high-end pedestal for worship. It is only sad to know that &lt;em&gt;Ernst Lubitsch&lt;/em&gt; left this world too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a link to the first portion to one of his films (the one on screening last week), &lt;em&gt;'The Merry Widow'&lt;/em&gt;. I think it's just as brilliant as &lt;em&gt;'One Hour With You'&lt;/em&gt;, or maybe even more so. One is encouraged to give it a go. And if you don't laugh at certain points, you must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film stars &lt;em&gt;Maurice Chevalier (Danilo) &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Jeanette MacDonald&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Sonia)&lt;/em&gt; as the leads. It takes prime place in this imaginary country of &lt;em&gt;Marshovia&lt;/em&gt; with some scenes in &lt;em&gt;Paris&lt;/em&gt; (if I remember right). &lt;em&gt;Maurice&lt;/em&gt; is captain of the guards in the film and &lt;em&gt;Jeanette&lt;/em&gt; is (obviously) a widow. I'll leave figuring out the rest to those of you &lt;strong&gt;bright&lt;/strong&gt; enough to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKcPbgCnNp0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKcPbgCnNp0&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8826298420301974523?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8826298420301974523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8826298420301974523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8826298420301974523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8826298420301974523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/director-of-doors.html' title='The Director of Doors'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8890648153756918159</id><published>2009-08-09T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:14:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It (Somewhat) Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Bleh, why did the person who posted up that &lt;em&gt;'So You Think You Can Dance?&lt;/em&gt;' video on &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt; I had in my last post remove the darn thing? *mutters incorrigibly-chooses to ignore the matter altogether-moves on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so what can I say here? This post pretty much sprang out of a number of freakish things: boredom, loneliness, stress, irritation, blurness, etc. Yes, I have a wide spectrum of tragic emotions that just keep welling up inside me as the days plague on. Note to self: NOT HEALTHY! *growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm beginning to think I need some form of a confidante-being in my daily life. Why? Because living alone (while not entirely a bad thing - since I finally get total privacy in that sense) is...well...boring? It makes one crave company, attention. Sure I have some friends whom I can talk to, but then there's work and the obvious dislikability of expensive phone bills and internet connection to add to that equation; despite anyone's thoughts on me, I am certainly not rich - get over yourselves people! Oh, and sure, I could always head down to campus which is no less than a 5-minute walk away, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you should be getting this picture pretty clearly painted in your freaking brains by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I so need a best-friend - not like I never needed one before; guess I just don't 'click' easily with people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah me and my difficult ways! Pffft!! But enough of my pointless ramblings. I know it's just the stress of assignments due and the near-impossible set of readings I have to complete each week and write comments on. I'm critque-ing everything under the sun and now I guess I'm doing it to my own flaky life...(why flaky? I don't know, it just same out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but you know what, I'm going to take another cue from my current favorite &lt;em&gt;J-Pop&lt;/em&gt; girl group, &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; and try to &lt;em&gt;'Take It Easy'&lt;/em&gt; a little. Actually, it's more like 'relax' a little. I usually tend to make a big deal of the smallest of things - guess that's where all the stress comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so while I have an essay and two reading logs left to attend to, I'm going to stupidly (perhaps) watch a movie (by myself, sadly), take a nice hot shower (note, all after I've posted this here post) and then attend to my blah-ish work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed folks, and now I leave you with my prime source of inspiration since a while back now, &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; singing their latest single (the ending them for &lt;em&gt;Shugo Chara! Doki&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Take It Easy!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YjwCeHM3HA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YjwCeHM3HA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Totally love this one since my fav member (in terms of voice) is center stage~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8890648153756918159?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8890648153756918159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8890648153756918159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8890648153756918159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8890648153756918159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-it-somewhat-easy.html' title='Taking It (Somewhat) Easy'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8106810453111044973</id><published>2009-08-04T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:18:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yeah, so I know I should probably be updating on my time here or something. Took some pictures here and there (besides the ones from the past) but uploading them was taking a bit too long the other day...so I just decided to forget that for now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instead, I've been getting to watch the &lt;em&gt;American&lt;/em&gt; version of &lt;em&gt;'So You Think You Can Dance?' &lt;/em&gt;from here in &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt; (yeah, it's one of the actual interesting things on my 3-chanelled room TV). Anyway, it's &lt;em&gt;Season 5&lt;/em&gt; (I think) and I've so gotta admit the dances are amazing and some are just a total experience to watch (if you know what I mean).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's one of my favorite numbers of the season thus far - it nearly made me cry (yes, me!). Do watch it, it's truly beautiful and touching. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danced by &lt;em&gt;Kayla&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kupono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choreographed by the talented &lt;em&gt;Mia Micheals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Song is &lt;em&gt;'Gravity' &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/em&gt; (the same person who sang that particular track that somewhat burned itself into every radio out there a while back, &lt;em&gt;'Love Song'&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfyQ07oM3kE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfyQ07oM3kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8106810453111044973?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8106810453111044973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8106810453111044973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8106810453111044973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8106810453111044973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1869491872004916050</id><published>2009-07-11T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:07:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start Of Something New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;For lack of a better title...yeah. So anyways, as anyone who actually reads my blog can see, I'm obviously very much ALIVE since shipping over to &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt; for further tertiary studies (yay me! XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been about a week since I boarded that life-altering plane and rode it all the way to the land of kangaroos, koalas and fat-fat wombats; and sure enough life has been challenging. Proof? Well, I have nothing but my words and that of my mom's but setting up the internet and a local mobile line was kinda...confusing? Hey, maybe it's just me and my lack of knowledge when it comes to stuff like that (never used pre-paid stuff before--still not using any XP) and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, while fixing up my needs for communication to the outside world was pretty hard on its own, there was the lack of household items in my &lt;em&gt;Unilodge&lt;/em&gt; apartment to deal with once I moved into it. And so, my mom and I have been busy spending practically every single day out shopping around the area, buying the necessities and what-nots; you know, pillows, blankets, pots, pans, mugs, blah blah blah. Hey, gonna needs those to deal with the cold of winter (which isn't anywhere as severe as I'd originally thought it to be--thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the university stuff, well I am officially accepted seeing as I went for the enrolment the other day. Met a couple of people from neighbouring countries (&lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Thailand&lt;/em&gt;, you catch my drift) and yep (definitely) met a number of &lt;em&gt;Malaysians&lt;/em&gt;, though I might actually be the only &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt; doing my course. Heck, I could be wrong, haven't exactly met the whole lot of people yet. Anyway, we were pretty much briefed on what we had to do before classes officially start on the &lt;em&gt;20th July&lt;/em&gt;--blah blah, pick major, electives, student ID, 'dot dot dot'. For anyone's info, I chose to major in &lt;em&gt;Cinema Studies&lt;/em&gt;. Yep, hoping it'd lead me to a director's chair cause that would be MY FREAKING DREAM COME TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm just putting the bar up high but who knows where my river will bend come the distant future. Wherever it leads, I know it'll be great so long as I keep my head held high and let my spirits soar (I know this sounds corny but I'm just in one of my ranting moods since the lack of internet has been getting to me, lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, heard the news of &lt;em&gt;Cheer 2009&lt;/em&gt; (not in detail but at least I know some of the results). Interesting to know history's been made again with yet a new Champion. I'll have to look up &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt; for vids though. To my junior &lt;em&gt;VLC&lt;/em&gt;s (whom I hardly know at all, lol), I'm just gonna say good job in keeping &lt;em&gt;Vulcanz&lt;/em&gt; strong throughout this years competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of anything else to add to this right now except for that I'm ridiculously missing a WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE! Guys, hope you're all doing fine back in &lt;em&gt;Malaysia &lt;/em&gt;or wherever you are right now. I might be getting quite busy real soon so catch-up time will probably have to wait a while. Also, to anyone who wants to know, thanks to my course structure it looks like I won't be returning to &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; for at least a whole year (meaning no returns home till maybe &lt;em&gt;July 2010&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ain't complaining. Life will be hard on my own but the people are surprisingly friendly and helpful (not that I expected anyone to be mean though). Till next time then, ciao!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yeah, it turns out the people here don't wear face masks. &lt;em&gt;Swine Flu&lt;/em&gt;, heh. It's my suspicion the &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt; news and media are tragically exaggerating that issue cause people keep staring at me like I'm some alien being whenever I wear a mask outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1869491872004916050?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1869491872004916050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1869491872004916050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1869491872004916050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1869491872004916050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start Of Something New?'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-125680597256855123</id><published>2009-07-01T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:08:15.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubling Notions</title><content type='html'>Weird to say but a lot of ups and downs have been happening lately. Right now as I am, gotta say the shocking death of 'King of Pop' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; following the already heartbreaking one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farrah Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;'s...and I don't even want to finish that sentence, let alone think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what's been affecting my sullen moods lately? Then again, it might just be the horribly-depressing job of housekeeping that's got me in the down-lows. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, the two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hollywood Icons&lt;/span&gt; will both be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had quite a lot to think about lately too. It's my last week here in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, and while people never seem to fail in hassling me with questions such as "Are you ready?" or "So how do you feel?", frankly, I'm tiring of it. I don't know if I'm ready. How does anyone truly know such a thing anyway? I'm not a heavenly being, I don't predict the future--of course I don't know. And as to my feelings about the upcoming leave, I don't know that either. It's my first time having to be independent in a foreign country. I've never been the best at reading or describing emotions to others. Words like 'excited', 'sad', 'afraid', none of it even seems anywhere close to synonymous with the emotions surging through my veins. So how can I tell you? What am I suppose to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* I wonder if people even think about how it hurts--not knowing how or what to feel in a situation such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people will understand that each individual is unique and thus, behaves differently under different circumstances. So just because I don't cry, say things that seem out of context, dislike certain likable norms or act distant or indifferently, doesn't mean I don't feel the more common things others do. It is just the rare, weird, awkward side of me; the side that has spent most of these past 18 years being an outcast with nowhere to belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~O~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized something about myself too. How I've always failed to form strong bonds with the various people in my life. I have few friends who know the true side of me, if otherwise none at all. It may sound crazy, considering one of my greatest fears is feeling that crushing sense of loneliness but I guess I'm just wary of putting my trust in people. As I gradually grow, one by one the people in my life end up betraying that trust, hurting me in some way or another. And while I forgive them and try to move on the damage has already been done and I can no longer go back to the way I use to be with that person. It's probably the reason that after 18 years of living I've never had a best-friend. I can't seem to get myself in a relationship either, so again emerges that foreboding of spending the rest of my days alone. It sure doesn't help that so many people are getting married these days either. Torture, pure torture. Someone please prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the thoughts in my head are the weirdest, most inhumane things imaginable. If you lived a lie for nearly 18 years you tell me how you'd feel. Would you know who you truly are? Would you care about the things going on around you? School, relationships, gossip, news; I find it funny in a mildly sadistic way--how little I can actually care about such things. Nothing fazes you, nothing excites you; nothing's worth fighting for, living for. You hate seeing other people so happy; you wish they would just stop the laughter and go away. To wish you had never been born. To want revenge for being alive. Is this depression, or something else? Whatever it is I want it to leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dreams can be such dangerous things; they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you'd asked me why I wanted these things, I would have answered, why does a ripe persimmon taste delicious? Why does wood smell smoky when it burns?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Memoirs of a Geisha-&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-125680597256855123?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/125680597256855123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=125680597256855123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/125680597256855123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/125680597256855123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/07/troubling-notions.html' title='Troubling Notions'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2327713876029275829</id><published>2009-06-22T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:10:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom clap, boom de clap de clap</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Heh, yeah, I watched the &lt;em&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/em&gt; movie. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a &lt;em&gt;Miley&lt;/em&gt; fan, that would be true. Nonetheless, the girl has talent and I acknowledge that full on. She sings, acts, writes songs, dances, and heck she has that natural charismatic disposition (you know, that X-factor that makes a person so entertaining to watch). Either that or just say she has what people like &lt;em&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/em&gt; are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the movie? Hmm...my deduction: nothing much. While a nice plot, it's obviously very old-school and you'd have to be alien to not have seen a similar storyline elsewhere (better elsewhere too--the story flow was a little choppy for me here). &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; sure has a way with these sort of stories, but I guess it's just what they do. The only things I really liked about the movie was probably...the horses? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the music is fun enough. &lt;em&gt;Miley&lt;/em&gt; doesn't have the best voice in the world but the songs are fun to sing along and dance to. My favs from the movie were probably &lt;em&gt;'Hoedown Throwdown (Zig Zag)'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'Butterfly Fly Away'&lt;/em&gt; and (of course) &lt;em&gt;'The Climb'&lt;/em&gt;, which is all over the radios and stuff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with that out of the way, I had this silly little fascination with the song &lt;em&gt;'Hoedown Throwdown'&lt;/em&gt;, basically because the lyrics were like one of those songs that tell you what to do when it's on. You know, the whole 'put-your-left-leg-in-put-your-left-leg-out' kind of thing. I found the song pretty entertaining and somehow started thinking...what if someone used it for their cheerleading routine? I mean come on, it'd be real cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pop it, lock it, polka dot it&lt;br /&gt;Country-fy then hip-hop it&lt;br /&gt;Put your hawk in the sky, move side to side&lt;br /&gt;Jump to the left, stick it, glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zig zag ‘cross the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shuffle in diagonal&lt;br /&gt;When the drum hits hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;One-footed 180 twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a a zig zag, step, slide&lt;br /&gt;Lean in left, clap three times&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, head to toe&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all together, that’s how we roll" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes, I know you think I'm crazy but really, I think it'd be cute as part of a routine. It'd be quite a bit different too, and heck loads of fun. Ah well, maybe someone already took this idea. If not, there's always next year~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2327713876029275829?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2327713876029275829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2327713876029275829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2327713876029275829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2327713876029275829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-clap-boom-de-clap-de-clap.html' title='Boom clap, boom de clap de clap'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2036968130326778026</id><published>2009-06-15T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:16:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanna know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Past&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact: I never thought in a million years that I'd ever reach my credit card limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Present&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact: I was proven (utterly) wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*clears throat* You may start laughing your bollocks off now people~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the story goes, my parents finally found the time to accompany me shopping for a new laptop. I ended up settling over one of the &lt;em&gt;Sony VAIO&lt;/em&gt; models available (go ahead and guess). Obviously, they being the parents, paid for the piece of technology with their credit cards. Why the 's' at the end? Well, basically because some of the cards just wouldn't punch through. It definitely took a while but hey, I got my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I know what you're thinking now--where does that leave my credit card limit being reached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After about a week or so after my laptop was purchased, my little bro's desktop decides to crash on him. And since little bro holds a mighty position in his school's &lt;em&gt;Interact Club&lt;/em&gt;, not to mention is (alike me in the sense) suffering from a major dose of technosis (shall never forget those lessons &lt;em&gt;Mr. G&lt;/em&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, you can see where this is going, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure there are other computers in the house little bro could use. My father's under-utilized (though tragically outdated) laptop for one, plus the house's main computer sitting in the study which generally falls into my mom's hands, she being a lecturer. Nevertheless, little bro had his many complaints (of which I shall refrain from boring you readers with) and so, posed a need...for a laptop of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As one can imagine, my mom and I accompanied him to the &lt;em&gt;Sony&lt;/em&gt; shop I'd gotten my new laptop from the week before and little bro settled for getting the exact same laptop model as mine, only in a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again, where does my credit card limit-reaching come into play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha--payment, where else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it turns out, all of Mom's cards decided to be mean to us (basically the transaction machines wouldn't function--grr!!!) and we had to try mine as well, which, while thankfully worked...(as you already know)...reached its limit. Well who saw that coming? Not me, that's certain. Yes, do go on laughing! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact: There is good news--I now know my credit card limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: *tone of sarcasm* Thanks a lot, bro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2036968130326778026?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2036968130326778026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2036968130326778026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2036968130326778026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2036968130326778026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilarity.html' title='Hilarity'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1519702294405438077</id><published>2009-05-28T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:14:42.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buono! Frenzy Fest!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay peeps, prepare yourselves for possibly the most ridiculous post of mine in history--you have now been officially warned! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a wing off my 'project', credits go to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;-chan for providing the link for the first part of the recent &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buono!&lt;/span&gt; concert. And, as anyone can guess (I'm thinking), I spent the remainder of the day letting these &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; videos screen through and am now (considering I'm writing/typing this as I think it) posting it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might find yourself asking the big 'Y' right about now? Well, honestly I just don't exactly want to go through the hassle of searching &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; for the specific videos again the next time I want to watch them. The solution? Well...this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone insane enough to end up watching all of them listed below, you'll probably notice a few things; first being that there are no subtitles (will probably need to wait on that). Second is that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt; is oddly shorter in width (heck I'm too lazy to do anything about it now so deal my darlings XP). Ah, and if you would kindly scroll further down till near the post's end, you'll also find that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Part 13&lt;/span&gt; is temporarily non-existent here--darn me couldn't find the part on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll get back to those small errors some other time. To any other fellow &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buono!&lt;/span&gt; fans (though I only know one other in person right now XP), haha, the concert was pretty good no? 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Frenzy Fest!! XD'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7010352970195974024</id><published>2009-05-22T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:09:38.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da*n T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Note: The following in '&lt;em&gt;italic&lt;/em&gt;' is NOT MINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Distant Worlds: Music from Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammy award-winning conductor Arnie Roth reunites with the Singapore Festival Orchestra for another stirring audiovisual extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY has captured the imagination of gamers the world over in all its guises and manifestations. Experience the thrill of Distant Worlds as the most memorable sequences of the cult video game FINAL FANTASY are projected in high resolution on a giant screen to the highly evocative music scoring by composer Nobuo Uematsu. Regarded as the “John Williams” of gaming music, Uematsu seamlessly marries disparate musical genres with the epic grandeur of Wagner and the rhythmic exuberance of Stravinsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the music directorship of Chan Tze Law, the Singapore Festival Orchestra has won praise for its versatility. Adding to this powerful mix are the voices of Victoria Chorale and The Vocal Consort led by Chorus Master Nelson Kwei for yet another scintillating multimedia concert experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date &amp;amp; Time: 22 &amp;amp; 23 May, 7.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price: $80, $60, $45, $35, $20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Esplanade Concert Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duration: 105 mins (with intermission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Programme:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VIII : Liberi Fatali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY X : To Zanarkand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VIII : Don't Be Afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VII : Aerith's Theme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY I-III : Medley 2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY V : Dear Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY IX : Vamo' alla Flamenco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY XI : Ronfaure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY series : Main Theme &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intermission &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VII : Opening - Bombing Mission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VIII : Fisherman's Horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY XI : Memoro de la Stono - Distant Worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY IV : Theme of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY series : Swing de Chocobo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VIII : Love Grows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL FANTASY VI : Opera "Maria and Draco"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes two dreaded words--"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sobs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna see this thing someday. MARK MY WORDS, I WILL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7010352970195974024?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7010352970195974024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7010352970195974024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7010352970195974024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7010352970195974024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/05/dan-tt.html' title='Da*n T_T'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4131928882032017865</id><published>2009-05-21T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:04:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsets Upsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Ladies and gents, I present to you &lt;em&gt;American Idol 2009&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Top 13 Finalist&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;*uproar of applause ensues*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/ShVfpiAFrrI/AAAAAAAABmU/umHUuLMQuG0/s1600-h/American%2520Idol%2520Top%252013-726836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338278100424044210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/ShVfpiAFrrI/AAAAAAAABmU/umHUuLMQuG0/s320/American%2520Idol%2520Top%252013-726836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This is, probably by far one of the most talented batch of individuals I've seen in a while on &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;. Last season, I really wasn't all that interested but this year's has strengthened once again my attraction to the infamous reality television show. Thank goodness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;As we all (already) know, this year's &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; winner is none other than &lt;em&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/em&gt;--the humble, dark horse of the competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Okay, that fact aside, to those who've more or less paid some attention to my previous &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; post (a.k.a. my &lt;em&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/em&gt; rant) then you'd probably already know I had my eyes set on the dramatic, goth-rocker for this year's winner. &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt;, who kept on gracing the stage with staggeringly fresh performances and out-of-this-world powerful vocals was just too hard to ignore. And heck, he's kind of good looking too--but so is &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt;; alas that's not important~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Moving on to &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt;, now I'd be lying if I stuck to my previous opinion of him--which would be, that he wasn't exactly cut out to be the winner. A few more weeks of watching him on the show and it became increasingly evident that this guy was something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Swearing honesty here, pinning on voice alone, I'd easily say &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; has it better (&lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; just has the glam and broader range). I like his tone more than &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt;'s and it's just smashing and thoroughly touching when he sings a ballad-ish melody with the piano. When it got to the guitar however, phew I kind of didn't feel the same awe-inspiring effect, that is until the dude sang that &lt;em&gt;Kanye West&lt;/em&gt; song, &lt;em&gt;Heartless&lt;/em&gt; (if memory serves it's purpose XP). That one song awakened me to the possibility that &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; was so in the game. And surprise surprise, the guy won.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Heh! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I can't say I'm disapointed though. Knowing the brilliancy &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; enunciated throughout the competition, the guy will come to have a decent career in the industry of which he so loves. And heck he's won over tons of fans by just appearing on the show anyway. And while I still stand by the opinion that &lt;em&gt;Mr. Lambert&lt;/em&gt; should have won the title, &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; doesn't put shame to having won it either. Gotta face it, I like the guy (in a different way than I like &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; but yeah, definitely like the guy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Hah! Besides, did you see his face when they called out his name? Lol, classic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Somehow something tells me &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; might have seen it coming. Surely someone out there's gotta find it even a little bit intriguing that &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; got to stay in the competition while &lt;em&gt;Alison&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Danny&lt;/em&gt; got the boot? Dude was even the first to make it into the &lt;em&gt;Top 3&lt;/em&gt; spot. I dunno about anyone else but I have my lingering suspicions on why &lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; copped away with the title. Still, I don't mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Truth is, they're both idols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Nice season &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt;, hope for more talent next year!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And now, on a slightly separate page (since we're on the topic of singing, idols and such), I definitely still cannot find words strong enough to describe how unbelievably talented and amazing this young girl is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It's been about a year (I think) since singing-sensation &lt;em&gt;Charice Pempengco&lt;/em&gt; first appeared on the &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt; show. And ladies and gents it looks like she and her mom have been doing just fine since then. The girl's career has seriously blossomed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So, with words out of the question to rely on, I leave you with a &lt;em&gt;Youtube &lt;/em&gt;video of &lt;em&gt;Charice&lt;/em&gt;'s debut single--that's right, her very own song (though if I have my facts straight it was first heard on singer &lt;em&gt;JoJo&lt;/em&gt;'s second album):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Note to God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_Ml0EMo_jM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_Ml0EMo_jM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4131928882032017865?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4131928882032017865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4131928882032017865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4131928882032017865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4131928882032017865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/05/upsets-upsets.html' title='Upsets Upsets'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/ShVfpiAFrrI/AAAAAAAABmU/umHUuLMQuG0/s72-c/American%2520Idol%2520Top%252013-726836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-137039916305970047</id><published>2009-05-11T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:50:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So I turned on the television during dinner (as per usual) to help keep me entertained through out the meal, and guess what was on the &lt;em&gt;Disney Chanel&lt;/em&gt;? Heh, one is free to keep guessing, or simply read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan&lt;/em&gt; has got to be one of the best animated &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; movies of all time. Of course, this is (as many things are on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog), &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; opinion. Which clearly means the rest of you peeps out there are entitled to your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, personally, the way I see it is anyone out there who thinks animated &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; movies are for little kids, well, then odds are you're probably some deranged teenager/adult by now with either a definite lack of moral values discernible or are possibly even in possession of none whatsoever. Haha, no offence meant~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most animated (some none animated even) &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; movies are really great in helping people learn certain values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in &lt;em&gt;Mulan&lt;/em&gt;, we can learn that sheer determination will get you places. Oh, and perhaps we can also get the message that sometimes the power of the mind is stronger than brute strength. There are other lessons to be learnt too, of course I can't list them all down cause that will probably take like forever, but there's the importance of family, following your heart, not changing who you are to meet the expectations of society, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have some other movies like &lt;em&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/em&gt; which kind of makes one think of the true meaning behind the word '&lt;em&gt;savage&lt;/em&gt;'. It also makes you understand that there's more to the world than money; and then there's the whole nature-connection thing about the earth, the trees, you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, these two aren't the only &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; movies worth watching and learning from. One can grasp a couple of other things through movies like &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Cinderella&lt;/em&gt; (that my mom so accuses me of watching endlessly as a little kiddiewink), &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Tarzan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Brother Bear&lt;/em&gt;, gosh I so can't name every animated &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; movie that I've ever watched--memory's still as sucky as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a non-animated one? Maybe try &lt;em&gt;Enchanted&lt;/em&gt;. That movie was a load of fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and what I really like about these movies I suppose, is the songs they all come with. &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; songs really have some of the best lyrics out there with equal comedic-genius to match. Totally love a variety of &lt;em&gt;Disney&lt;/em&gt; songs. Plus they carry such meaning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what, I'll just leave you people alone to think about all this while listening to the songs below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XK7XwLbd-oI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XK7XwLbd-oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one above is (no doubt one can guess) from &lt;em&gt;Mulan&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty much the turning point for her in the movie, more or less. I think it's great and inspiring.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the link below, it's the famed &lt;em&gt;'Colors of the Wind'&lt;/em&gt; song from &lt;em&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/em&gt;. A really beautiful song, and true in so many ways. The embedded feature was disabled so the linkie it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddKhhqlzs3U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddKhhqlzs3U&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!! ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-137039916305970047?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/137039916305970047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=137039916305970047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/137039916305970047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/137039916305970047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney.html' title='Disney~'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5923377065553723239</id><published>2009-05-08T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:10:12.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsumaranai desu kara, RO o Shimasu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, so I've been preoccupied with Jap language classes lately. It's ending soon so I figured it's about time I sprung out the old &lt;em&gt;Pheonix Down&lt;/em&gt; on my here bloggy and wing this little post into existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I've lots of fond memories of my past &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; days--dating way back to the initial times when I first played in the official server, and of course, the times when I sought to expand my reaches to private servers once I grew fed-up of spending all that hard-earned dough (think Cheerleading--a brilliant job for my then 13-year-old self, lolz~ XD).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I've made a number of brillaint &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; buddies along the way to. And frankly, what online game would be fun where friends weren't involved? Not a single one--that's the plaint truth y'all! From my first batch of friends from the first guild I ever joined, to my bro's &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; junkies and now the addition of several college mates, &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; life's been great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Sure the game isn't as stellar in graphics and customizations as some of the other latest online games out there today but it certainly deserves a fine place with my heart; being the online game I've settled my self in for the longest duration since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So, as for now, my present &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; home remains &lt;em&gt;Blackout RO&lt;/em&gt;--a private server that has miraculously been running for a lot longer than the average private server does (thank goodness!!). It it weren't obvious enough, I plan to stay here for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;For record's sake, I don't exactly spend the entirety of my days staring at my &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; character beating the mana out of a monster. I just retreat there from time to time. It's memories' sake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;To those out there who miss their &lt;em&gt;RO&lt;/em&gt; days (if you've ever played it before), perhaps you'd like to re-live them for a while?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here are some memories:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdfVRSbI/AAAAAAAABiE/a8d3uccODkM/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR000-725274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476326270650802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdfVRSbI/AAAAAAAABiE/a8d3uccODkM/s320/screenRetribution+HR000-725274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Raz (bro) and my charie~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdRZQY2I/AAAAAAAABiM/eahcGWPNBuE/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR001-725862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476322529272674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdRZQY2I/AAAAAAAABiM/eahcGWPNBuE/s320/screenRetribution+HR001-725862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Soul Linker&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdn9z5qI/AAAAAAAABiU/dJuVrhCHito/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR002-726386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476328588175010" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdn9z5qI/AAAAAAAABiU/dJuVrhCHito/s320/screenRetribution+HR002-726386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;From left: Me, &lt;em&gt;Aza&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Raz&lt;/em&gt; (and his &lt;em&gt;Baby Garm&lt;/em&gt;)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdsFm-XI/AAAAAAAABic/IbzhojIXLgI/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR003-726892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476329694624114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdsFm-XI/AAAAAAAABic/IbzhojIXLgI/s320/screenRetribution+HR003-726892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Raz&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Ninja&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdzcGw1I/AAAAAAAABik/cQD4eKWt1Eo/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR004-727880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476331668030290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdzcGw1I/AAAAAAAABik/cQD4eKWt1Eo/s320/screenRetribution+HR004-727880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My darn &lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt; (DELETED!! XP)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQeXubukI/AAAAAAAABis/vWsSkzw_np4/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR005-729476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476341408578114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQeXubukI/AAAAAAAABis/vWsSkzw_np4/s320/screenRetribution+HR005-729476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Dancer&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Raz&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Rogue&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQel8vytI/AAAAAAAABi0/HYUwniOew_o/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR006-730412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476345226709714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQel8vytI/AAAAAAAABi0/HYUwniOew_o/s320/screenRetribution+HR006-730412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Goofing about in &lt;em&gt;GH&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQe2ctouI/AAAAAAAABi8/ybTa346Aumg/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR007-730991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476349655753442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQe2ctouI/AAAAAAAABi8/ybTa346Aumg/s320/screenRetribution+HR007-730991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A different angle~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQe9Yn0SI/AAAAAAAABjE/VMIofMxklTI/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR008-731667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476351517643042" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQe9Yn0SI/AAAAAAAABjE/VMIofMxklTI/s320/screenRetribution+HR008-731667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Somewhere in &lt;em&gt;Goryun&lt;/em&gt; (spelling?)??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfIPS5CI/AAAAAAAABjM/B3Xz4ws5SP0/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR009-732812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476354431312930" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfIPS5CI/AAAAAAAABjM/B3Xz4ws5SP0/s320/screenRetribution+HR009-732812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Still can't spell it XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfQONz4I/AAAAAAAABjU/VdJgYJoS4c0/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR010-733380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476356574269314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfQONz4I/AAAAAAAABjU/VdJgYJoS4c0/s320/screenRetribution+HR010-733380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lalalala~ Am on a flying lily pad~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfd6x9iI/AAAAAAAABjc/eqb4TXSp1Ws/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR011-733855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476360250848802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQfd6x9iI/AAAAAAAABjc/eqb4TXSp1Ws/s320/screenRetribution+HR011-733855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Soul Linker&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Juno&lt;/em&gt;~ (was waitin for &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt; XP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQf1oTadI/AAAAAAAABjk/ijo-UppXJ3Y/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR012-735169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476366615800274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQf1oTadI/AAAAAAAABjk/ijo-UppXJ3Y/s320/screenRetribution+HR012-735169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soul Linker&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Priest&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQf6Ft81I/AAAAAAAABjs/ctBnK-o03ac/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR013-735633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476367812916050" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQf6Ft81I/AAAAAAAABjs/ctBnK-o03ac/s320/screenRetribution+HR013-735633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Were we waiting for &lt;em&gt;Sengy&lt;/em&gt; or something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQgBUBPLI/AAAAAAAABj0/utTqgmARGxU/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR014-736597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476369751948466" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQgBUBPLI/AAAAAAAABj0/utTqgmARGxU/s320/screenRetribution+HR014-736597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Einbroch Dungeon&lt;/em&gt;--my screen went whack!!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQgnMu25I/AAAAAAAABj8/mW9fpzs83-E/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR015-738029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476379921931154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQgnMu25I/AAAAAAAABj8/mW9fpzs83-E/s320/screenRetribution+HR015-738029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Taekwon&lt;/em&gt; and my (deleted!!!) &lt;em&gt;Hunter&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQg_87i1I/AAAAAAAABkE/LxksuAYtn8k/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR016-739276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476386566540114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQg_87i1I/AAAAAAAABkE/LxksuAYtn8k/s320/screenRetribution+HR016-739276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Abandoned at &lt;em&gt;Ice Dungeon&lt;/em&gt; T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQg6518OI/AAAAAAAABkM/5SVgcJa7vFA/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR017-739899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476385211412706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQg6518OI/AAAAAAAABkM/5SVgcJa7vFA/s320/screenRetribution+HR017-739899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Thought the ice was pretty XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhDO2yuI/AAAAAAAABkU/XMrlys5n7WI/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR018-740940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476387447032546" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhDO2yuI/AAAAAAAABkU/XMrlys5n7WI/s320/screenRetribution+HR018-740940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Was trying to &lt;em&gt;High Jump&lt;/em&gt; down there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhb0h1kI/AAAAAAAABkc/5hQ0jUk-k4w/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR019-741916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476394047493698" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhb0h1kI/AAAAAAAABkc/5hQ0jUk-k4w/s320/screenRetribution+HR019-741916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;See? The ice IS pretty~~ XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhx5AmpI/AAAAAAAABkk/xXoyB_T1lYw/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR020-742973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476399971867282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQhx5AmpI/AAAAAAAABkk/xXoyB_T1lYw/s320/screenRetribution+HR020-742973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Soul Linker&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQie9RpdI/AAAAAAAABks/5geH29Epb6g/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR021-745302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476412069357010" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQie9RpdI/AAAAAAAABks/5geH29Epb6g/s320/screenRetribution+HR021-745302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My favorite &lt;em&gt;Poring&lt;/em&gt; shot at &lt;em&gt;Lutie&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQidDXjfI/AAAAAAAABk0/ZiAkNgUTLEI/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR022-745929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476411558039026" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQidDXjfI/AAAAAAAABk0/ZiAkNgUTLEI/s320/screenRetribution+HR022-745929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Rogue&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kimiko&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt; (at least I think it was a &lt;em&gt;Sin&lt;/em&gt;) getting hitched~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQikwG4cI/AAAAAAAABk8/3_0samk9X7s/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR023-746456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476413624738242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQikwG4cI/AAAAAAAABk8/3_0samk9X7s/s320/screenRetribution+HR023-746456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Horrible wedding garments meant we got stuck in &lt;em&gt;Prontera Church&lt;/em&gt; with out annoying pets (mine: &lt;em&gt;Gryphon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kimiko&lt;/em&gt;'s: &lt;em&gt;Desert Wolf&lt;/em&gt;) &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQiyGqytI/AAAAAAAABlE/iR7XK5Ce2Xk/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR024-747388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476417209027282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQiyGqytI/AAAAAAAABlE/iR7XK5Ce2Xk/s320/screenRetribution+HR024-747388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Wedding garments look surprisingly decent here so we left the church XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjNZi1xI/AAAAAAAABlM/DxcIBjwSLQA/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR025-748750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476424535955218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjNZi1xI/AAAAAAAABlM/DxcIBjwSLQA/s320/screenRetribution+HR025-748750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And headed for my favorite spot on &lt;em&gt;Goryun&lt;/em&gt; (still can't spell that XP)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjjF76TI/AAAAAAAABlU/6j2xkFFcSSk/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR026-750215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476430359292210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjjF76TI/AAAAAAAABlU/6j2xkFFcSSk/s320/screenRetribution+HR026-750215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lol, ambushed by MVP outside Lutie!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjz2H3QI/AAAAAAAABlc/49XQ28wYIvU/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR027-751082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476434856369410" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQjz2H3QI/AAAAAAAABlc/49XQ28wYIvU/s320/screenRetribution+HR027-751082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Reunion of friends: &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Priest&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;em&gt;Sengy&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Crusader&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Soul Linker&lt;/em&gt;)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQj1bvbTI/AAAAAAAABlk/X9-wQdfHydE/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR028-751743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476435282586930" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQj1bvbTI/AAAAAAAABlk/X9-wQdfHydE/s320/screenRetribution+HR028-751743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Discussion!!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQkvJDhxI/AAAAAAAABls/B5AE6AV5AAY/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR029-754058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476450773468946" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQkvJDhxI/AAAAAAAABls/B5AE6AV5AAY/s320/screenRetribution+HR029-754058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Formation triangle!!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQknbIH9I/AAAAAAAABl0/ObND01ppW_s/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR030-754686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476448701784018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQknbIH9I/AAAAAAAABl0/ObND01ppW_s/s320/screenRetribution+HR030-754686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Ninja&lt;/em&gt; Gang! From left: &lt;em&gt;Rixie&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Sengy&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQk6TMKyI/AAAAAAAABl8/6M3zTvPFhDE/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR031-755241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476453768768290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQk6TMKyI/AAAAAAAABl8/6M3zTvPFhDE/s320/screenRetribution+HR031-755241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Jutsu pose!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQk81e1lI/AAAAAAAABmE/bqfzP-UwRjI/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR032-755941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476454449469010" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQk81e1lI/AAAAAAAABmE/bqfzP-UwRjI/s320/screenRetribution+HR032-755941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Visiting &lt;em&gt;Jawaii&lt;/em&gt;'s Heart-shapped Isle~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQlYVibCI/AAAAAAAABmM/HRNzHrm25dw/s1600-h/screenRetribution+HR033-757502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476461831679010" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQlYVibCI/AAAAAAAABmM/HRNzHrm25dw/s320/screenRetribution+HR033-757502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;While fixing stats XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Lol, and there you have it folks! RO rocks!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5923377065553723239?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5923377065553723239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5923377065553723239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5923377065553723239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5923377065553723239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/05/tsumaranai-desu-kara-ro-o-shimasu.html' title='Tsumaranai desu kara, RO o Shimasu!!!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SgRQdfVRSbI/AAAAAAAABiE/a8d3uccODkM/s72-c/screenRetribution+HR000-725274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2050835043547416640</id><published>2009-04-24T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:25:33.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerulean Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Revelations about what is called a river...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I blame watching &lt;em&gt;Koizora&lt;/em&gt; for this. &lt;em&gt;Hiro&lt;/em&gt; said he loves the river because, no matter what, a river never ceases to continue flowing forwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd like to think we as human beings live out our lives like the river--always moving onward to whatever comes next. Think about it--curving around colossal mountains, bending past tight ridges, gushing over rough waterfalls, swerving through massive valleys, all the while picking up soil-clumps of wisdom through and through and (unavoidably, of course), splashing into a couple of other things along the way. Makes some metaphorical sense, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you know what? A river doesn't end. Instead, it junctions outwards into open water, may it be a lake, sea, or the wide blue ocean...where something bigger and better awaits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, maybe the big lesson we're all supposed to take out of our respective, short-sheepish lives is to keep pushing forwards no matter how hard things get? We all have obstacles that block our paths. We all fall off the edge and get sucked under from time to time. And we all have moments when the currant's just too rough for us to wade on by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Face it, life ain't smooth sailing by a long shot. But, like the river, I'm going to keep flowing forwards--I'll bend my way around any obstacles, swim back up to the surface when I'm under, and heck if a strong current decides to wash me away I'll just swim back eventually when it mellows and carry on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SfGGQxdgGsI/AAAAAAAABh8/CIw88Ikb6Zc/s1600-h/river-715211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328187456869112514" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SfGGQxdgGsI/AAAAAAAABh8/CIw88Ikb6Zc/s320/river-715211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I've decided.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2050835043547416640?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2050835043547416640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2050835043547416640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2050835043547416640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2050835043547416640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/04/cerulean-revelation.html' title='Cerulean Revelation'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SfGGQxdgGsI/AAAAAAAABh8/CIw88Ikb6Zc/s72-c/river-715211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8454262497280920058</id><published>2009-04-19T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:41:17.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H'AppY B-DaY Li|`Br0!!!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Haha, yeah, so today is officially my lil'bro's (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raz&lt;/span&gt;'s) seventeenth (17th) birthday. So, without further delay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY RAZI-BAZI!!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, just felt like doing this on account of being out of stuff to blog about for once; well, more like I just can't think of anything worth blogging in general. I feel like I've said a lot of things already and for once, don't feel like I have anything in particular that I'm willing to share. And so, stems this relatively short post, without pictures, wishing my lil'bro good on his merry seventeen years of living...and of course, congratulations on his extravagant birthday present as courtesy of our ever-loving parents (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed in delightful simplicity--lunch, present buying, dinner, sleep...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sports day&lt;/span&gt; burned him out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, you probably won't read this but here's a little reminder that you best study hard and ace your darn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; or risk the loss of your new prime possession of glory. Note, you HAVE been warned!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what that present really was, well, those who know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raz&lt;/span&gt; in person might get an inkling of it sooner or later. Unless of course he chooses to keep it from the likes of whoever you are. In which case, haha, too bad!~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks so till I find something of interest to post up here again, see ya!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Funny thing how I forgot to mention contestant&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Matt&lt;/span&gt; in my last post about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wells, have a nice day~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8454262497280920058?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8454262497280920058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8454262497280920058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8454262497280920058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8454262497280920058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-b-day-libr0-xd.html' title='H&apos;AppY B-DaY Li|`Br0!!!! XD'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8318600256423874174</id><published>2009-04-08T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:36:08.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sdymv3Sx1WI/AAAAAAAABh0/hIgKB9_JlS4/s1600-h/american-idol-775064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322312200871859554" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sdymv3Sx1WI/AAAAAAAABh0/hIgKB9_JlS4/s320/american-idol-775064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Woo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Okay peeps, time to switch gears from all that upsetting mumbo-jumbo I had posted previously. Now, after having watched today's episode of &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;8th Season&lt;/em&gt; (2009) I honestly couldn't refrain from commenting on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I'll admit, I'm not exactly the most devoted &lt;em&gt;Idol &lt;/em&gt;fan out there but I do love the show--it's one of the few shows on television I actually make time to watch these days. Of course, since I haven't seen the first two seasons of the show, I can't be a hundred percent positive on what I'm about to say but...well, here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN SIMON COWELL GIVE ANYONE A STANDING OVATION IN A COMMENT DURING THE COMPETITION BEFORE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Heck, I might be exaggerating a little but, I am feeling particularly certain (let's say about 90%) that I've never seen him give any contestant on any of the past seasons an actual standing ovation during a comment session. Of course, I have seen him give &lt;em&gt;Kelly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Carrie&lt;/em&gt; standing ovations during one or two of their reappearances on &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt; after they'd won but not while the competition was still underway for them (*note, I can't truthfully speak for &lt;em&gt;Kelly&lt;/em&gt; since I never saw the first season of &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Either way, now that that's out in the open, gotta say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I *heart* ADAM LAMBERT!!! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Haha, yeah. I still like &lt;em&gt;'pretty boys'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;During the beginning of &lt;em&gt;Season 8&lt;/em&gt;, I kind of figured my interest in him was literally because he was a theater performer (huge theater fan here, though money is always an issue). Eventually, I guess that developed into a like for his looks (somewhat) and dress sense. Of course, one can't deny his unbelievable vocals--the guy is a &lt;em&gt;'wicked' &lt;/em&gt;(pun more or less intended) singer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I don't know about anyone else out there but, as for me, I seriously think&lt;em&gt; Adam&lt;/em&gt; is bank. If he doesn't end up winning &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt; this season &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt; has got to be out of their minds blur cause the guy definitely deserves it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Next to him, &lt;em&gt;Allison&lt;/em&gt; is fair but it kinda seems like &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt; doesn't like her much compared to some other people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My opinion on the other remaining contestants:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny &lt;/em&gt;- He's good, but is he good enough? *inserts big question mark* O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kris&lt;/em&gt; - Dude's got a really pure voice and is brilliant with piano ballads, but otherwise, he's in a bit of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lil&lt;/em&gt; - She's got a good voice but it pales in comparison to others like &lt;em&gt;Mary J.&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Fantasia&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, she's actually choosing songs that provide little to no benefit for her otherwise killer vocals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anoop&lt;/em&gt; - The guy who is amazing when it comes to ballads but--as &lt;em&gt;Simon&lt;/em&gt; puts it--ghastly when it comes to fast numbers. Dude needs some energy tablets or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott&lt;/em&gt; - I kinda think, this guy has overstayed his time on &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt;. I salute him for being as good as he is despite his handicap but other than his impressive performance last week during the &lt;em&gt;Top 9&lt;/em&gt;, I really haven't seen many great things from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, that does it then. NANA out~ ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8318600256423874174?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8318600256423874174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8318600256423874174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8318600256423874174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8318600256423874174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol-2009.html' title='American Idol 2009'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sdymv3Sx1WI/AAAAAAAABh0/hIgKB9_JlS4/s72-c/american-idol-775064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6412064377036373920</id><published>2009-04-01T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:56:30.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed (Cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well peeps, this is a follow-up from the previous post. I'm still a little shaken by the way, but I've had some time to think. I know it's a long-shot expectation of mine but restaurants, clubs, etc. these places in Malaysia tend to hire foreign workers a lot nowadays, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if the individuals who started the whole ruckuss weren't Malaysians to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if they were really hired workers from neighbouring nations who journeyed to our soil to find jobs? In which case, it is still nothing to be happy about as they are literally damaging our country's (Malaysia's) reputation to non-residents who visit this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can only hope something will be done to right such wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;bR&gt;The link below is courtesy (in my case) of Lynn's blog. Figured I'd post it here on mine with the hope that it will reach more people that way. A shallow thought in certain aspects perhaps - I know there are few who read what I have to say up here, but still, it's always worth a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do read:&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Barroom_assault.aspx"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Barroom_assault.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6412064377036373920?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6412064377036373920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6412064377036373920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6412064377036373920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6412064377036373920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/04/dissapointed-cont.html' title='Dissapointed (Cont.)'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6068874787407291661</id><published>2009-04-01T06:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:11:08.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way I am feeling right now, I don't really think there are true words to describe it. At best, it is a complicated mixture of distasteful emotions, to which one is undoubtedly 'anger'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have posted below is not my writing, and to my guess, is not in the Malaysian papers for various (understandable) reasons, but I believe the message scripted in the writing ahead needs to be heard; thus my posting it here. It is a message bearing the truth behind some of our (Malaysia's) people - Malaysians; a truth I have tried desperately to express over the years, and yet, have never been able to find words suitable enough to carry through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am grateful that someone else has done so for me, but at the moment, I am more sorry and upset for the experience he had to go through to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Foreigners  Assaulted and Looking for Answers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March 30, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write today  because I was assaulted this weekend by a deadly weapon, watched a female  colleague of mine get hit by a man, and I feel as though it is my responsibility  to make sure similar events do not take place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Malaysia for  the past ten months, I have seen a lot of ‘Malaysia boleh’. Most people here are  friendly, helpful, and live peacefully. I have met wonderful people from each of  Malaysia’s dominant ethnic groups (Malays, Indians, and Chinese) and seen  harmony in practice between this country’s main religions (Islam, Christianity,  Hinduism and Buddhism). Lecturing here, I have met many Malaysian students who  symbolize this country’s potential for a ‘bright future’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I  have heard many stories of racial tension, hatred and violence. Daily I hear  negative things about another race or religion. People from one group will talk  about ‘the other’ as the problem, confiding in me like I agree, or think  similarly. Everyday people treat me (tall, white, Canadian male) well. I am  greeted as ‘sir’ or ‘boss’ with utmost respect, and kindness. However, I  sometimes question whether this treatment is ‘superficial’ or ‘fake’. If I were  not a tall white Canadian male, would people treat me this well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday,  I sadly became the focus of a ‘group’s’ hatred, jealousy, and racist feelings. I  attended a local club at Sunway Pyramid called Bar Celona with three of my  colleagues from the college. After we had been there a couple of hours, the  shift manager came over and accused us of drinking an extra jug of beer, saying  that we needed to pay more money. This was a false accusation, and they would  not leave us alone, telling us to pay them more. They started pointing in our  faces calling us liars. I asked them if it was a race issue; the only foreigners  in the bar being picked on and harassed. One of the bouncers asked me if I  wanted to fight, and if I did we could take this outside. I did not want to. We  were the only foreigners in the whole bar, and right from the start these  workers seemed to want to fight us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I was hit on the top of  my head with a bottle by one of the bouncers. At least five of them had  surrounded me and I was bleeding profusely. Another bouncer hit me again in the  head with another bottle. Neither bottle shattered as I am guessing they were  full. When I opened my eyes, one of the big bouncers punched me in the face. I  was afraid for my life and realizing they were trying to kill me, I punched him  back. My female colleague was being held back and my other two friends were  still in discussion about this petty money issue at another end of the bar.  After I threw my first punch the bouncer tried to throw me down the metal  escalator. Had I not caught myself on the way down, I surely could have died.  Once at the bottom they kept pushing me; ten to fifteen bouncers were following  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female colleague of mine tried to hold one of them back, yelling to them to  stop. She was met with a punch from the bouncer. This man attempted to punch her  in the face. Luckily he only brushed her face and ended up punching her  shoulder. He grabbed her and tried to pull her to the ground, knocking her  personal belongings out of her bag. They never actually asked us to leave the  bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the street with the bouncers coming up to me, putting  their fists in my face, yelling and giving me the finger. At least one hundred  pedestrians were watching, passive and surely thinking that I am some tourist  looking for a fight, or starting one in the bar. I was covered from head to toe  in blood as we got in a taxi. Although I received sixteen stitches for the two  giant gashes on my head, and a brain scan to look for glass pieces in the wound  and any internal damage, the main thing that has been hurt is my confidence in  Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been positive and optimistic about this country and  the people. I have given 100% to my students and the local community. As a  social science teacher I teach a course called ‘Individuals and Families in a  Diverse Society’. My job is to promote acceptance, unity and harmony amongst  diverse peoples. This event crushed my confidence in Malaysia. If this country  is ever going to be truly ‘developed’, the focus cannot be solely on the  economy. Acceptance and equality of different genders, races,  religions/non-religions, abilities and interests are also important components  to ‘development’. Diverse peoples must find a way to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  development and globalization comes ‘foreign peoples’. These people do not and  should not expect to be given preferential treatment. Everyone regardless of  race, religion or nationality should be respected, treated fairly, and given  their basic human rights. This weekend workers employed by the establishment Bar  Celona tried to kill me with a weapon and assaulted a female in front of their  bar. This is not acceptable behavior and cannot be passed off as part of the  ‘Malaysian experience’. Bouncers are in a bar to protect the patrons, not to  assault them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colin Shafer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Colin is a lecturer from Taylor's University College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear friends, family, fellow Malaysians...humanity...Taylorians who know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Colin&lt;/span&gt; in person such as I, word has been spread to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boycott the place&lt;/span&gt;; the above incident has proved very disappointing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with learning of such incidents that at times make me want to give up on my country, Malaysia. Truth is, we are not so 'Malaysia Boleh' or 'Multiracial' as we are often portrayed to be. And while I know such things cannot be applied to all Malaysians, fact is that it can still be applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people ask me why I dream of a different reality. I wonder if they really don't know--I want to walk in a world free from the dividing-barriers of race, religion and nationality, and in my dreams, I am free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the SICK individuals who caused this man such pain, I believe in higher punishment - you will get what you deserve. To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Colin&lt;/span&gt;, I wish a speedy recovery and will say that I respect all that has been written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pictures have been removed as I am unable to deal with the sight. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6068874787407291661?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6068874787407291661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6068874787407291661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6068874787407291661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6068874787407291661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/04/dissapointed.html' title='Dissapointed'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1302978318459655285</id><published>2009-03-28T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:51:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Girl Who Writes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly admire the ability and effect a string of words (the right words) can have towards people. Perhaps, all in all, why I chose to pick up my own pen so many year ago? I know I'm still not that good. Heck, my lack of confidence denies me the sense that I am even anywhere near good the way I am now. But still, I know I'm not that bad - just not at the level I am hoping to be at yet. Well, &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; is my everlasting friend and I shall continue to strive for the absolute perfection (meh...closest to it) that I so crave in my ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why the sudden randomness about writing? Let's just say, a &lt;em&gt;memory&lt;/em&gt; brought it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy 7&lt;/em&gt; fans, do yourselves a favor and give this fanfiction down here *points to link below* a read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4727698/1/Anchor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4727698/1/Anchor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of the piece did (in my opinion) an amazing job on it. I possibly think it's the best fanfiction story I've ever read in my entire life. Of course, one should probably have (next to playing the initial game and seeing the movie sequel) played its successors and consider reading the collection of short stories under the novel &lt;em&gt;'On The Way To A Smile'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone's wondering where to find the latter, the link below should suffice. Bear in mind it isn't a direct link but anyone should be able to locate the &lt;em&gt;'short stories'&lt;/em&gt; from there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one.xthost.info/ffwebnovel/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://one.xthost.info/ffwebnovel/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1302978318459655285?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1302978318459655285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1302978318459655285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1302978318459655285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1302978318459655285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-girl-who-writes.html' title='From The Girl Who Writes...'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1129875631766931406</id><published>2009-03-23T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:54:04.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching It Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, yes, is guilty of finally changing her blogskin after such a long time (at least it feels long to me) - no doubt there are people who just don't bother to change theirs at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyways, I went from a sort of &lt;em&gt;white and red color theme&lt;/em&gt; to a &lt;em&gt;black, pink and green color theme&lt;/em&gt;. Meh, funny how green and pink didn't seem particularly striking to me when I put them side by side before, but after watching '&lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt;' in &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt; and, being blessed with an awesome-looking pink and green &lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/em&gt; wallet/purse (whichever you'd prefer to refer to the object), well let's just say I've been tons more fond of the two colors. And so, 'tada' - my latest blogskin choice! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As for the girl featured in the picture on the top corner of the blogskin, that's none other than &lt;em&gt;Yuna Ito&lt;/em&gt;. For those who don't exactly know her, she's mainly a pretty (ok, know what, let's make this a rather lame 'pun' right here XP) popular J-Pop artist in (obviously) &lt;em&gt;Japan&lt;/em&gt; right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah. So besides her looks, the girl has way more to her than that, having been a model at some point of time in her life and is the actress behind the character &lt;em&gt;Reira Serizawa&lt;/em&gt; from the manga &lt;em&gt;NANA&lt;/em&gt; (yep! XP). She has a really nice and powerful voice too. Believe it or not, even &lt;em&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/em&gt; was impressed by her and they did a duet together (yes she can sing decently in English, lol). Heh, but don't just let me tell you how good she is - listen instead:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84-cO19R2yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84-cO19R2yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As far as I know this isn't her most popular single to date but I like the fact that she's singing a more up-tempo song for once. Oh well, that's it folks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Salutes &lt;em&gt;Yuna Ito&lt;/em&gt; through her blogskin* XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1129875631766931406?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1129875631766931406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1129875631766931406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1129875631766931406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1129875631766931406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/switching-it-up.html' title='Switching It Up!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4682585833851158556</id><published>2009-03-18T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:25:50.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization Dawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going to just say that over the past week...I've realized some things:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The latest ‘&lt;em&gt;Naruto&lt;/em&gt;’ chapter is killer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The guys seem undoubtedly better in this season’s &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;, with exception of &lt;em&gt;Allison&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Original &lt;em&gt;American Idol,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt; is still the best &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt; of all time by my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Roleplaying on &lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; has slowed down a lot thanks in part to &lt;em&gt;Noxy&lt;/em&gt;’s moving and upcoming wedding, not to mention the disappearance of &lt;em&gt;Senka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; needs more active members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to dedicate my self to finishing off a recently-started fanfiction story for the remainder of my holiday till University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am starting to like &lt;em&gt;Berryz&lt;/em&gt; more and more though &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; still works best in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The freaky &lt;em&gt;Atlantica Online&lt;/em&gt; game download &lt;em&gt;Sayeth&lt;/em&gt; made me do is taking forever to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still miss a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And finally, &lt;em&gt;Charice Pempengo&lt;/em&gt; is officially one of the best singers this world has ever seen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEImOOA2rh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEImOOA2rh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't usually like this song but this particular rendition seems pretty darn decent. Plus her vocals are astounding! You go girl!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, I shall be weird and end this post with a quote that has absolutely nothing to do with it, lol~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saying sorry is the easy part; it is gaining back the trust of someone you have hurt that is painstakingly hard."&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;em&gt;Xandria Ooi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4682585833851158556?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4682585833851158556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4682585833851158556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4682585833851158556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4682585833851158556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/realization-dawns.html' title='Realization Dawns'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2364064055028726513</id><published>2009-03-17T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:55:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Berryz~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm... *ponders*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't say I favor these girls as a whole in comparison to &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; for some reason. Don't get me wrong, they're cool and all, not forgetting two of &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt;'s members originate from here - namely &lt;em&gt;Momoko &lt;/em&gt;(red dress with black vest-thingy) and &lt;em&gt;Miyabi&lt;/em&gt; (green shirt with black shorts) - but I guess I like &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; more because both of them get more solos then and their third member, &lt;em&gt;Airi&lt;/em&gt; (who originates from &lt;em&gt;C-ute&lt;/em&gt;) has probably the best voice amongst all the &lt;em&gt;Hello! Project Kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonetheless, &lt;em&gt;Berryz Koubou&lt;/em&gt; is good for what they do and I do like a number of their songs - though mostly the ones where &lt;em&gt;Momo &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Miya&lt;/em&gt; have more lines in (haha, yes, I'm actually bias! XD). Of course it's not like I don't take to the other members; &lt;em&gt;Saki&lt;/em&gt; for instance is a pretty good dancer next to &lt;em&gt;Momo&lt;/em&gt; and I do think &lt;em&gt;Yurina&lt;/em&gt; has a good voice. Concerning &lt;em&gt;Risako&lt;/em&gt;...don't know why but I can't seem to see anything particularly outstanding about her so far. Oh well, maybe it's just me and my &lt;em&gt;Buono!&lt;/em&gt; bias-ness~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alas, to whoever actually bothered to read this random post of mine, enjoy &lt;em&gt;Berryz&lt;/em&gt;'s latest single to date, &lt;em&gt;'Dakishimete Dakishimete'&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDRXHFgsIhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDRXHFgsIhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2364064055028726513?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2364064055028726513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2364064055028726513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2364064055028726513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2364064055028726513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/berryz.html' title='~Berryz~'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5189987259323359695</id><published>2009-03-16T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:47:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Now I'm really wondering why I never bothered to play around with this thing before. So, to those who know me well enough...you'll freaking know how much I ultimately detest my original hair. I can't stand the insanely frizzly texture and the fact that it almost always looks like I have this big black mop on my head. Of course, thanks to the genius who invented that hair-straitening iron technology...THANK YOU!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, the straightening iron's provided me with occasionally tamable hair, which makes living so much easier. *sighs in relaxation* And so, since I'm obviously never going to be able to ever wear the hairstyle of my choice (thanks a bunch to my evil mop-like locks), this virtual makeover thingy on &lt;em&gt;Seventeen&lt;/em&gt;'s site was sure fun to toy around with. At least now I know how I'd look like with a few other styles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Honestly, some of the styles make me look completely different it's kind of cool. Take the one below for instance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sb1hxkW4xoI/AAAAAAAABhs/fSBxzs7GFcQ/s1600-h/untitled-702886.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313510639568209538" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sb1hxkW4xoI/AAAAAAAABhs/fSBxzs7GFcQ/s320/untitled-702886.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, I know my own hair is in the way of the virtual one. Gotta admit it doesn't really look like me. huh? Oh well, in the end it's just nice to know; that settles that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;[*Edited*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's the link in case any gals out there wanna give the virtual makeover a try. Haha, can't believe I actually forgot to slip it in this post - thanks for the heads up &lt;em&gt;Anu&lt;/em&gt;!! XD (there I go nickname-ing people again XP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/hair-skin-makeup/salon"&gt;http://www.seventeen.com/hair-skin-makeup/salon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5189987259323359695?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5189987259323359695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5189987259323359695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5189987259323359695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5189987259323359695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/virtual-makeover.html' title='Virtual Makeover'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sb1hxkW4xoI/AAAAAAAABhs/fSBxzs7GFcQ/s72-c/untitled-702886.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6320487064169227919</id><published>2009-03-09T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:47:28.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M: Marley and Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Hey peeps!! Mua/Moi went to see this *points below* movie at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; today~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SbUFn8QxdOI/AAAAAAAABhc/TO840S_r3S8/s1600-h/Marley_and_Me-723026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SbUFn8QxdOI/AAAAAAAABhc/TO840S_r3S8/s320/Marley_and_Me-723026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311157519302882530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;At first, I didn't really know if I wanted to watch the movie - despite (in my opinion) it being overly-commercialized - as I am not exactly a dog-lover (nor am I a dog-hater, to set the record straight). However, seeing as the trailers did make the movie seem more or less worth the watch, and since I am also a decent fan of both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen Wilson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt;, you bet I ended up watching it. And dear folks, now that I have, I've gotta say I'm glad I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Everyone, the movie doesn't just have to be for dog-lovers; anyone with a soft spot for pets and animals should give it a go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;I personally think it's a beautiful tale. The screenplay was magnificently woven, the story (based after the book by the same title), touching and heartfelt; in other words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen&lt;/span&gt; has good chemistry with the dog (or dogs - no doubt they trained more than one for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marley&lt;/span&gt;'s role)~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed the many comedy antics throughout the movie, though one might comment on them being too dog-based. Of course, the dog is pretty much the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shining star&lt;/span&gt;' of the film so I didn't have any problems with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;What I especially liked about the movie was the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; portrayal - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer &lt;/span&gt;really made it seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what I mean. It really is a good family movie. I might just choose to watch it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Oh well, one last thing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;I really don't get myself: when a person kicks the bucket I barely feel a thing but when a fluffy, four-legged friend does...I find myself choking back sobs/tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;I guess animals just have a way of making huge impacts on even the most heartless of humans...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Gosh, I need to hug my cat now. So people of the world, go watch '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;'~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/default.aspx" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6320487064169227919?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6320487064169227919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6320487064169227919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6320487064169227919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6320487064169227919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/m-marley-and-me.html' title='M&amp;M: Marley and Me~'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SbUFn8QxdOI/AAAAAAAABhc/TO840S_r3S8/s72-c/Marley_and_Me-723026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4220836064930676715</id><published>2009-03-06T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:30:59.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.A.D. !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad brought home this little something he (though I'm suspecting it was rather his assistant or secretary) printed from office the other day. And while it's been circulating around nicely so far, I figured I wanted it here on my blog as a reminder...of just how ludicrous...the people running our (Malaysia's) government really are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observe: [the &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt; below are NOT my words] &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can a family man with Salary RM3,000 survive in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some simple calculations here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia , the average family income is RM3,000 /month&lt;br /&gt;(where father works, mother doesn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand there are many families whose&lt;br /&gt;monthly income does not reach RM3,000,&lt;br /&gt;but, to make things simple,&lt;br /&gt;let's take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Ngam-ngam ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculation starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity and water bill: RM100&lt;br /&gt;(No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater ... ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone bill ( Telekom / Handphone): RM100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meals for a happy family: RM775&lt;br /&gt;(3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa makan / teh-tarik during working hrs: RM155&lt;br /&gt;(RM5/day, RM5 .. can eat what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car repayment: RM400&lt;br /&gt;(A proton saga aeroback, 7 yrs repayment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam): RM300&lt;br /&gt;(go to work, bring son to school,&lt;br /&gt;only can afford one car running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance: RM650&lt;br /&gt;(kids, wife and myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House repayment: RM750&lt;br /&gt;(low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs,&lt;br /&gt;retired still have to work to pay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition: RM80&lt;br /&gt;(got that cheap meh? i don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older children pocket money @ school: RM20&lt;br /&gt;(RM1/day, eat bread?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School fees: RM30&lt;br /&gt;(enough ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School books and etc: RM100&lt;br /&gt;(always got extra to pay in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger children milk powder: RM50&lt;br /&gt;(cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous: RM100&lt;br /&gt;(shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so...&lt;br /&gt;No Astro,&lt;br /&gt;no movie @ cinema,&lt;br /&gt;no DVD,&lt;br /&gt;no CD,&lt;br /&gt;no online,&lt;br /&gt;cannot KFC,&lt;br /&gt;cannot McDonald,&lt;br /&gt;cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol expensive),&lt;br /&gt;no chit chat on phone with grandparents, and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use a calculator to total up... WALAO EH! Shit! RM3,610 already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPF belum potong, income tax lagi........oledi RM3,610 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to survive lah tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to change? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't send children to school and study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of rakyat Malaysia which still don't earn RM3,000/month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Inilah Malaysia Boleh... Sorry ... it should be Malaysians Boleh , because we're still alive and kicking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our politicians must be mad!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we really still on the road to Vision 2020? Cause it's starting to feel like one heck of a long roundabout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o_O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4220836064930676715?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4220836064930676715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4220836064930676715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4220836064930676715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4220836064930676715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/read.html' title='R.E.A.D. !!!!!'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5031330703380903473</id><published>2009-03-02T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:49:11.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cousin's Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, so I've been trying to update my blog over the past several days, only to have each attempt foiled by &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;'s annoyingly-unpredictable downpour patterns - now that's one thing I won't miss about this country: the thunderstorms. Either way, with lots and LOTS of luck, people will actually be reading this post and I won't end up having written it for (a big fat) nothing. Nice~ ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So, breezing through the past week, several interesting things have happened - from &lt;em&gt;Actor's Studio, Bangsar&lt;/em&gt; closing down to my home kitchen being upgraded to &lt;em&gt;Mimi&lt;/em&gt;'s kidnapping and to my chance in getting to drive mom's awsomesauce [note: got this word off hyper-button, who probably got it off who-knows-where/who] &lt;em&gt;Toyota Camry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yep, as one can see, things have been pretty rollercoaster-ish as of late. Of course, even with all that mambo-jumbo having taken place, the highlight of the week is without a doubt something (grand) else entirely. So, what do you think when you see stuff like these...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-wUjJFNI/AAAAAAAABcg/nX4-asKt1vs/s1600-h/DSC01046-789339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405585657009362" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-wUjJFNI/AAAAAAAABcg/nX4-asKt1vs/s320/DSC01046-789339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-wuVbRlI/AAAAAAAABco/S46EwMy7IQk/s1600-h/DSC01047-790912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405592578803282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-wuVbRlI/AAAAAAAABco/S46EwMy7IQk/s320/DSC01047-790912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well? Got it yet? What about these...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xLSrCpI/AAAAAAAABcw/UxzuU16P1Pw/s1600-h/DSC01048-792009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405600351881874" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xLSrCpI/AAAAAAAABcw/UxzuU16P1Pw/s320/DSC01048-792009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xfdiExI/AAAAAAAABc4/7ye990F8g1w/s1600-h/DSC01049-793241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405605766140690" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xfdiExI/AAAAAAAABc4/7ye990F8g1w/s320/DSC01049-793241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xaguL5I/AAAAAAAABdA/Cfpm-ua1QIQ/s1600-h/DSC01050-793738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405604437340050" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xaguL5I/AAAAAAAABdA/Cfpm-ua1QIQ/s320/DSC01050-793738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xgxS6YI/AAAAAAAABdI/Cu0GUlH_EuU/s1600-h/DSC01062-794083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405606117468546" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xgxS6YI/AAAAAAAABdI/Cu0GUlH_EuU/s320/DSC01062-794083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;If you haven't gotten it by now you're REAL slow, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I suppose I just give it to you by this point, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, ladies and gentlemen, it was another one of my cousin's weddings (the traditional &lt;em&gt;Akad Nikah&lt;/em&gt; part - signing of the marriage contract thingy) which was held just two days ago in their house. Let me just say, not much of a journey for me seeing as this cousin happens to be my neighbour. Sweet huh? Well, not all the time really (but we'll leave things at that) XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Honestly, I tend to look forward to weddings, but lately, it's as if there are just too many of them floating around that it's been getting weird. I mean, come on, what is 2009? Marriage year? Rhetoric, purely rhetoric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;On the good side, it's a fun-joyous occasion where relatives and friends get together, gives people like me the opportunity to wear traditional garments (not to mention dressing up), it's a great time to whip out the camera and snap some of the most gorgeous pictures of intricate wedding decorations (such as the &lt;em&gt;Bunga Telur&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Dowry&lt;/em&gt; stuff in the shots up above), and the perfect opportunity for many to fill their already-bulging middle sections with ever-fattening &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt; delicacies - haha, you're maybe wondering if this is a good point? Well it is, to the majority of my relatives; sadly not me. To be truthful, I don't hate &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt; food, I just hate the fact that I can't eat most of it thanks to all the spicy-ness (I can't do chilli).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;What I don't like about weddings though is pretty much because everytime there is one and I attend it, I always get this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that tells me I'm never going to be that 'special girl in white' on the altar. Weird reason, I know. But it's not the easiest thing to shake off. Let's hope my future proves me wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Moving on, let's take a glimpse at more pictures, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xz3QGYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/e_zJBNGvkjE/s1600-h/DSC01064-795391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405611242723714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-xz3QGYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/e_zJBNGvkjE/s320/DSC01064-795391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I'm more than certain I've introduced my freaky nephew to most people by now through this blog. The little dude's pretty cheeky, sitting where he's not supposed to and nearly knocking down the &lt;em&gt;Dowry&lt;/em&gt; items from their pillowed-trays half the time he was running about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Still, he makes great entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yLonfAI/AAAAAAAABdY/Jf7B74O1qyc/s1600-h/DSC01065-796093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405617623792642" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yLonfAI/AAAAAAAABdY/Jf7B74O1qyc/s320/DSC01065-796093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Isn't that right, &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yENW-WI/AAAAAAAABdg/5DNyj4QlTQA/s1600-h/DSC01068-796445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405615630416226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yENW-WI/AAAAAAAABdg/5DNyj4QlTQA/s320/DSC01068-796445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, I took this picture pretty much because I didn't have a mirror and was trying to fix that troublesome &lt;em&gt;selendang&lt;/em&gt; - the darn thing just wouldn't fall right so I gave up and settled for looking weird (if I did).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;To those who kept pestering me to see what I looked like with a &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; on? Heh, lap it up cause that picture right there is the closest you'll get for a LONG time XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So anyways, back to the event. Gotta say, I didn't have much of a clue of what the &lt;em&gt;Kadi&lt;/em&gt; (spelling?) was reading/saying, being too far away. I guess &lt;em&gt;Abang WanWan&lt;/em&gt; (yes, that is the nickname he has earned himself amongst his fellow cousins) and the witnesses were the only ones who were close enough to really hear anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yvkd4AI/AAAAAAAABdo/jcWf4sgJtD8/s1600-h/DSC01069-798298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405627270062082" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yvkd4AI/AAAAAAAABdo/jcWf4sgJtD8/s320/DSC01069-798298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This should give you an idea of how far away I was seated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My cousin (the groom) is pretty far though I was reasonably close to the bride, &lt;em&gt;Sue King&lt;/em&gt; (honestly never got around to spelling her name so this is pretty much a guess), who's new name is&lt;em&gt; Alia&lt;/em&gt; (spelling...again! XP)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yi3WxkI/AAAAAAAABd4/TaFZ2EyQdvo/s1600-h/DSC01078-798870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405623859627586" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-yi3WxkI/AAAAAAAABd4/TaFZ2EyQdvo/s320/DSC01078-798870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;As one can see, &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; really can't sit still. And so, I still think I don't want kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-y-tbYnI/AAAAAAAABeA/i5L8C3oUvgY/s1600-h/DSC01085-799157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405631334179442" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-y-tbYnI/AAAAAAAABeA/i5L8C3oUvgY/s320/DSC01085-799157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Presenting the bride with the &lt;em&gt;Mas Kahwin&lt;/em&gt; (spelling? gosh!) once the contract was signed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-y-B47bI/AAAAAAAABeI/j2MFHUIBnTo/s1600-h/DSC01086-799451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405631151566258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-y-B47bI/AAAAAAAABeI/j2MFHUIBnTo/s320/DSC01086-799451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Then it's time for the rings exchange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;That's my bro, &lt;em&gt;Raz&lt;/em&gt; and notorious cousin, &lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt; taking the trays as they are, the night's respective &lt;em&gt;Best Man&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Maid of Honour&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zNp2s6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/IcNox4t5jDo/s1600-h/DSC01087-700713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405635345724322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zNp2s6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/IcNox4t5jDo/s320/DSC01087-700713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;There we go~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zH2oj0I/AAAAAAAABeY/2RNzbdt-EZE/s1600-h/DSC01089-700979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405633788710722" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zH2oj0I/AAAAAAAABeY/2RNzbdt-EZE/s320/DSC01089-700979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zv3F-DI/AAAAAAAABek/gU_IAiWNNUk/s1600-h/DSC01090-702426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405644528056370" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zv3F-DI/AAAAAAAABek/gU_IAiWNNUk/s320/DSC01090-702426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Maybe I should have &lt;em&gt;Photoshop&lt;/em&gt;'ed &lt;em&gt;Raz&lt;/em&gt;'s head out of the picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, after the rings exchange, it was time for the...eh...blessings...right? I don't know much about weddings and some people do things differently in theirs so it does get kind of confusing sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2GmDHKI/AAAAAAAABf8/6LKmXjg5Pfc/s1600-h/DSC01112-712066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405684990319778" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2GmDHKI/AAAAAAAABf8/6LKmXjg5Pfc/s320/DSC01112-712066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;There, the parents, aunts and uncles had to bless them with those flower petals and the (I think) scented water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zzMRSpI/AAAAAAAABes/RG5YHR_BRsg/s1600-h/DSC01097-703929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405645422185106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-zzMRSpI/AAAAAAAABes/RG5YHR_BRsg/s320/DSC01097-703929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;First come's &lt;em&gt;Abang WanWan&lt;/em&gt;'s mom, &lt;em&gt;Aunty Aini&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0PNR0iI/AAAAAAAABe0/paHZcnw8Psc/s1600-h/DSC01098-704238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405652942606882" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0PNR0iI/AAAAAAAABe0/paHZcnw8Psc/s320/DSC01098-704238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;His dad, &lt;em&gt;Uncle Choong&lt;/em&gt; (what do I tell ya, I'm mixed-blood people~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0bJ8HcI/AAAAAAAABe8/Pl33cCFyudQ/s1600-h/DSC01100-705490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405656149827010" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0bJ8HcI/AAAAAAAABe8/Pl33cCFyudQ/s320/DSC01100-705490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The bride's dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-08Z7zXI/AAAAAAAABfE/B1wON1bADXg/s1600-h/DSC01102-707033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405665075285362" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-08Z7zXI/AAAAAAAABfE/B1wON1bADXg/s320/DSC01102-707033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Followed by the bride's mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0-8Kh5I/AAAAAAAABfM/EPp86cv0MYE/s1600-h/DSC01103-707337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405665755727762" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-0-8Kh5I/AAAAAAAABfM/EPp86cv0MYE/s320/DSC01103-707337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunt Lucy&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Uncle Choong&lt;/em&gt;'s sister).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-04aVtvI/AAAAAAAABfU/rq2TrloDe68/s1600-h/DSC01105-707595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405664003241714" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-04aVtvI/AAAAAAAABfU/rq2TrloDe68/s320/DSC01105-707595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle Yusoff&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt;'s dad).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1Dt551I/AAAAAAAABfc/sLvB2K61tYM/s1600-h/DSC01106-708882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405667038095186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1Dt551I/AAAAAAAABfc/sLvB2K61tYM/s320/DSC01106-708882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunt Nasreen&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt;'s mom).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1UutlAI/AAAAAAAABfk/Y8Bu1BCEwvs/s1600-h/DSC01107-709319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405671604884482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1UutlAI/AAAAAAAABfk/Y8Bu1BCEwvs/s320/DSC01107-709319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle Jo&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Azreena&lt;/em&gt;'s dad - another one of my cousins).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1pagPsI/AAAAAAAABfs/pLMa5nyYVwE/s1600-h/DSC01108-710587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405677157269186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-1pagPsI/AAAAAAAABfs/pLMa5nyYVwE/s320/DSC01108-710587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Then, &lt;em&gt;Azreena&lt;/em&gt;'s mom (I really have no clue how to spell her name...makes me wonder why I never asked o_O).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-18kxBmI/AAAAAAAABf0/HfpfW-yC6GA/s1600-h/DSC01109-711848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405682300585570" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-18kxBmI/AAAAAAAABf0/HfpfW-yC6GA/s320/DSC01109-711848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2IHOZvI/AAAAAAAABgE/y4wTCdIL9DE/s1600-h/DSC01113-712292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405685397907186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2IHOZvI/AAAAAAAABgE/y4wTCdIL9DE/s320/DSC01113-712292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2ebz9iI/AAAAAAAABgM/34rL_6EcKkM/s1600-h/DSC01115-713619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405691389834786" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2ebz9iI/AAAAAAAABgM/34rL_6EcKkM/s320/DSC01115-713619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abang Nazlee&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Abang WanWan&lt;/em&gt;'s older bro and &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt;'s dad).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2wojxuI/AAAAAAAABgc/QjcNuKggyUM/s1600-h/DSC01123-715883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405696275138274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-2wojxuI/AAAAAAAABgc/QjcNuKggyUM/s320/DSC01123-715883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; with his mom, &lt;em&gt;Lily&lt;/em&gt; (another nickname, mind you).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-255ZTjI/AAAAAAAABgU/wut6mOo-Ma4/s1600-h/DSC01117-715508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405698761674290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-255ZTjI/AAAAAAAABgU/wut6mOo-Ma4/s320/DSC01117-715508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Figured I'd take a shot of the rest of the onlooking relatives and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;That's my cousin &lt;em&gt;Azreena&lt;/em&gt; in the center by the way, who thankfully (though quite unexpectedly) relieved me of &lt;em&gt;Bunga Telur&lt;/em&gt; duty for the night, lol - there was no dress rehearsal and no one gave me the darn cue XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;With the main event over and done with, it was face-stuffing time so everyone headed out to dine on the front porch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ZmZpOI/AAAAAAAABgs/_FzjbfvuK5U/s1600-h/DSC01125-717785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405707271939298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ZmZpOI/AAAAAAAABgs/_FzjbfvuK5U/s320/DSC01125-717785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Now I wasn't sure what my focus was on when I took this shot: either the food or the people, take your pick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ng6KgI/AAAAAAAABg0/YQn4CKQGqYg/s1600-h/DSC01126-718252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405711007001090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ng6KgI/AAAAAAAABg0/YQn4CKQGqYg/s320/DSC01126-718252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It was the people in this one - more of my relatives, &lt;em&gt;Uncle Bun&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Aunty Pah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Syarafina&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3knR4PI/AAAAAAAABg8/i7d-PKBSR20/s1600-h/DSC01127-718632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405710228414706" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3knR4PI/AAAAAAAABg8/i7d-PKBSR20/s320/DSC01127-718632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The cool tent which I never got to go under - just kinda forgot, lol XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And so with bellies stuffed (not really for me since I couldn't eat the loads of the food available), what wedding would be complete without some family pictures? Though most in the hands of the hired photographer. These were all I got:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ZWfmNI/AAAAAAAABgk/gkYaJ0jdOes/s1600-h/DSC01124-717137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405707205220562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3ZWfmNI/AAAAAAAABgk/gkYaJ0jdOes/s320/DSC01124-717137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The bride and groom with their respective parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3v4hZMI/AAAAAAAABhE/IDEcYD4Jgxg/s1600-h/DSC01133-718909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405713253524674" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3v4hZMI/AAAAAAAABhE/IDEcYD4Jgxg/s320/DSC01133-718909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The four cousins (&lt;em&gt;MinMin&lt;/em&gt; is unfortunately missing the event since she's off in &lt;em&gt;Perth&lt;/em&gt; for varsity life).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-32xAfRI/AAAAAAAABhU/YO8ogML18kY/s1600-h/DSC01135-719387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405715101056274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-32xAfRI/AAAAAAAABhU/YO8ogML18kY/s320/DSC01135-719387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So here's an almost-complete picture of &lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt;'s family (minus &lt;em&gt;MinMin&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Note: (from left to right) &lt;em&gt;Muffin&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Aunt Nasreen&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Uncle Yusoff&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Yaya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3_poewI/AAAAAAAABhM/Vtyc5TlRm34/s1600-h/DSC01134-719156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405717486041858" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-3_poewI/AAAAAAAABhM/Vtyc5TlRm34/s320/DSC01134-719156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And last but not least, me and my family (minus &lt;em&gt;Cessy&lt;/em&gt;) XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to the happy couple!!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5031330703380903473?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5031330703380903473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5031330703380903473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5031330703380903473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5031330703380903473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-cousins-turn.html' title='Another Cousin&apos;s Turn'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/Sas-wUjJFNI/AAAAAAAABcg/nX4-asKt1vs/s72-c/DSC01046-789339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4391089267076000285</id><published>2009-02-18T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:59:36.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYPER-BUTTON!!!!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Note: Shall proceed to rant~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, exactly four (4) days past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, a certain little lady apparently celebrated her special day - her freaking Birthday, that is (before anyone starts thinking something else, for all I know XP). Personal summery? Well, it was pretty short-lived, haha! The plan was to meet dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; around 12pm. I managed getting there around 15 minutes late, though little did I know at the time, I wouldn't be the latest of invitees attending hyper-button's apparent get-together. One of her peeps' mobile phone it seemed actually selected that day of all days to blackout on him (lolz), leaving us with no means of contacting the dude. As one can expect, he didn't turn up in the end~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after at least a half hour wait, us girls (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; and I) finally gave up waiting for the guys and ordered the food. Honestly, we had to since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie &lt;/span&gt;was VERY near dying point, heh! XD Funny thing was that when she finally decided on what to order her bestie shows up! Nice timing~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; introduced him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; and I by his supposed nickname - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Goreng&lt;/span&gt; (which I shall now use to address the guy should I ever run into him ever again, haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the food (pizza) to arrive, being the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF Freaks &lt;/span&gt;we are, the conversation naturally strayed over to the topic of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;. That's right, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF X-2 &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocobos&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloud Strife&lt;/span&gt; in character to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crisis Core&lt;/span&gt; (which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; was still playing on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; during the time to ease her boredom - you gotta thank me for that girl!! XP) and all the way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dissidia&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, a few other topics managed to squeeze themselves in at random intervals of the conversation - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; brought up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Ben&lt;/span&gt; (whom I have not seen since leaving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor's&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Goreng (NG)&lt;/span&gt; brought up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One Academy&lt;/span&gt; (his college/Uni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lunch over, I guess one can pretty much say the celebration was more or less over too, lol. Shortly after reaching the arcade area, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; left the group to catch up with her boyfriend. And so, I ended up playing spectator to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;'s gaming (dancing an shooting) till &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; had to go on account of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with little option available with only two people in the party (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; and my self), we somehow ended up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;'s bowling facility and ended up playing a game together. While enjoyable, the game was (in my personal opinion) really REALLY weird, heh! It was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Luck&lt;/span&gt; plain couldn't decided who she was going to cast her massive pile of luck down upon - one moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s leading me by a point and the next thing I know I'm ahead of her by the same amount. Freaky, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just when I thought luck had finally chosen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s side (seeing as she kept hitting pins down each turn while I ended up with a string of nothings), the luck makes one final switch as I ended up with two (2) spares in a row and several very convincing hits after - you can guess, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s luck dwindled after my spares. Like I said, seriously weird game. As a result, I ended up victorious by a little over 20 points, thanks to the spares and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt;'s lost luck~ XD It's all luck people, I'm honestly terrible at bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that we still had time before either of us had to leave after the game was over, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; decided she needed something 'cold' so obviously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baskin Robins&lt;/span&gt; (which just so happened to be right ahead at the time) was our next destination. Ice creams in tow, how did we waste our remaining time together? Simple - whip out my handy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; again. Figured I'd let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rixie&lt;/span&gt; have a go at the oh-so-addictive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF Dissidia&lt;/span&gt;~ She completed the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt; part of the game just in time to head down to the main entrance and catch a....bus? Cab? Train? Ah well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hyper-Button!! XD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4391089267076000285?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4391089267076000285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4391089267076000285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4391089267076000285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4391089267076000285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-hyper-button-xd.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYPER-BUTTON!!!!! XD'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-7377778123642402381</id><published>2009-02-16T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:02:12.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author's Note: Hehe [insert manic chuckle], I know it's two (2) days over but what the heck, my internet connection's been a real pain lately so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to say about my experiences on 'the day' it self this year is...that it was seriously weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not kidding. And here are just three (3) of the weird stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a dream about the first guy I ever had a crush on. Honestly, how weird is it to have a dream like that on the very morning of Valentine's Day? I haven't even seen the freaking dude in over a year. Strange no? Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, I met two people I thought I wouldn't end up seeing again for like...the rest of my life? Not that it was bad running into them though...just totally unexpected...and weird...especially since they looked like they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first thing I saw when I turned on the TV was a movie I hadn't watched in like a decade -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Titanic&lt;/span&gt; (you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leornado DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;). The movie touched my heart as it did all those years back (come on it's such a sad story you'd be alien if you don't cry) and has now found it's way into my list of 'Top 10 Best Movies Of All Time'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;[Note: As to why No. 3's weird, let's just say of all days to watch a sad movie like that, it had to be Valentine's Day. At least, I find it weird.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, freaky as the day was in it self, it' probably one of the few Valentine's days I'll actually remember. Though mainly for the fact that I didn't end up hating being reminded of how non-existent my love-life is. Hmm...maybe that should be No.4? Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-7377778123642402381?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7377778123642402381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=7377778123642402381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7377778123642402381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/7377778123642402381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/02/freaky-valentine.html' title='Freaky Valentine'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-393361902453962511</id><published>2009-02-05T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:45:49.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Cloud Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yeah, you know it, I know it, I couldn't resist. And heck, I got bored, again. My fascination with &lt;em&gt;Cloud&lt;/em&gt; shall never end. At least, that's what I think. This song's just too cute. And so, it's staying on here, haha!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, &lt;em&gt;The Cloud Song&lt;/em&gt;~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrZQIayUnbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrZQIayUnbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-393361902453962511?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/393361902453962511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=393361902453962511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/393361902453962511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/393361902453962511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/02/infamous-cloud-song.html' title='The Infamous Cloud Song'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8961174742354450323</id><published>2009-02-02T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:51:13.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfacing Several Minutes Of Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Thought #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alas I am bored. It's been nearly two weeks since I've last posted an RP post on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anirealm &lt;/span&gt;and I guess it's having a fun time eating away at me. I've contemplated busying myself with roleplays on a different RP forum temporarily but it's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to find one that catches my eye. Even if I were so lucky as to do so anyway, the question of activity then rears its ugly head. Figures. Hopefully someone picks up the pace again soon. I know &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Noxy&lt;/span&gt;'s busy and all so I really wish the site had more people to accommodate that - we need more darn RP-ers. Seriously, before I lose my calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Thought #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest non-academic achievements I feel I've obtained during the pass year of college is the completion of learning to solve the old-school &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rubik Cube&lt;/span&gt;, (note) entirely by my self. The cube I own is pretty dysfunctional though, if Ii do say so my self. As such, I guess there isn't much I can do to improve my time past four and a half minutes. Nevertheless, it somehow feels really fulfilling to be able to solve it on my own and I have several people to thank for teaching me some of the solving techniques. So to those people - you know who you are - "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Thought #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to move on and go their separate ways. Of course I was anticipating this, it is after all the natural order of things. Already have I lost two friends to their impending futures, designed to unfold itself in foreign land. In due time, so will mine. It is a bittersweet feeling. I feel very surprisingly close to the friends I've made in my short college year; very brief, but to me people were nicer in college and more open and friendly. My high school friends? Well, very few have kept in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Thought #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally considered a possible fact that could determine why I'm so fascinated with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cloud Strife&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Final Fantasy 7: Playstation 1&lt;/span&gt; game as well as the series' recurring yellow-feathered friends - come on, you've got to know what I'm talking about here. I don't know why but it just hit me that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cloud&lt;/span&gt;'s hair is abolutely &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;chocobo&lt;/span&gt;-ish (I know, silly how I missed it all this while XP). Perhaps &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tetsuya Nomura&lt;/span&gt; was so fascinated by &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;chocobo&lt;/span&gt;s himself that he decided to create at least one lead character with the bird's notorious spiky up-do? Heh, cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Thought #5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole situation with my old cheer squad has been bugging me as of late. Apparently things have gotten rather critical. Perhaps it is no longer in my place to say but I have very little faith in the present board leading the team. I can't say I know some of the new faces well enough but from what I could see during my last visit, things were going an equivalent of nowhere. Something the squad's president said then saddened me. In my opinion, the squad seems to have lost its sense of unity somewhere along the line. I remember when those of my time would always introduce ourselves as a co-ed squad. A time when it was never&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; 'all-girls'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'all-guys'&lt;/span&gt;. It was honestly way more fun that way. I partially blame the annual cheer competitions for that. I hope &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;VLC&lt;/span&gt;'s new generation can buck-up somehow, though I think a miracle and no less will be needed for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8961174742354450323?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8961174742354450323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8961174742354450323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8961174742354450323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8961174742354450323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/02/suracing-several-minutes-of-random.html' title='Surfacing Several Minutes Of Random Thoughts'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-5175399909848331222</id><published>2009-01-29T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:12:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reflections…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one can live alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always asked myself why the people around me bothered with human relationships so much. As a child I remember never having many close bonds with anyone, perhaps, though, me being me – the antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew so little about friendship, I don’t think I even felt love or compassion for anyone or thing then; not genuinely, anyway. Of course, I also remembered I truly didn’t care. To the past me, friends were a waste of time. As if those superb grades under my belt didn’t support my beliefs. I cared none if anyone wanted to attach themselves to me in that buddy-buddy manner – hey, if they wanted to be friends then I was willing to let them assume me one, and if they just plain didn’t bother with me, well, likewise. Perhaps they were after my smarts, hoping some of it’d rub off on them. Looking back on my deranged childhood I sometimes wonder how or why I held such non-cordial feelings towards those around me. It wasn’t as if everyone was that way. I especially wondered if I even cared for those who shared the same blood – mother, father, brother, sister…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they even matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed so close-knit then, gathering so very often, no, too often it was honestly tiresome. If they left me would I cry? If they hated me would I be sad? It scares me sometimes when I think back to those days. The days when nothing in this world was truly significant to me and I just wanted to lay down in the quiet of some unknown sanctuary and disappear – spirited away to some foreign land in my dreams where I lived the kind of life I wanted as my reality. Was I even human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the world around me started to change; people changed and went away. It was then when I realized I could feel at least one thing – I could feel loneliness. It was all just too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the growing trail of modernization seeped into society, views and perspectives so alien before were brought before us – before me. I was no longer the epitome of perfection people wanted; I was merely a mindless puppet that willed to serve and be told what to do. Is it normal for people to want to be told what to do? To be told how to live their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With modernization came change, and those around me grasped it with open arms, leaping joyfully at its arrival and welcomed its eternal stay – the ability to express individuality. Human relationships became fundamental for survival in the new world. People opened up to different ideas; uniqueness instead of uniformity and looked pass the similar but embraced the rarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when you don’t know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you’ve molded yourself into society’s ‘perfect’ puppet before its change and can’t move on? Where do you go from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Darkness lives in every heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness from that past still looms, smaller and behind an irremovable mask of false optimism but still it looms, lurks in the depths of one’s being. Now I cannot be sure of myself - of my feelings. I still wonder if what I feel for those around me is heartfelt or not – do I really hate someone when I say I do? Do I really love someone when I say I do? Expressing the emotions I feel frankly to others will, in my case, be a lifelong challenge. There are times when I wonder if I even feel the emotion of which I am trying to convey and if I am even conveying it. Knowing I have yet to have a true best-friend in all my 18 years I’ve learnt to doubt the affirmative side to that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those I know will remain in my life for as long as they breathe, I ask again and again if one of them were to stop if I would feel sad enough to tear. To me, the answer remains unchanged, but it’s not like I’ve had any real-life experience to test it with. Then again, maybe it’s best not knowing – not knowing how inhuman I might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t even imagine coming to school everyday if it weren’t for friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how these quotes have carved themselves into my silly recollections; it is perhaps funnier that I never had to imagine that, having lived it as my reality. I know these words have scarred me; the profundity of their initial-inflicted wounds, perhaps terminal. These are not angst or hurt or regrets. These are simply observations of a lonely girl’s past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-5175399909848331222?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5175399909848331222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=5175399909848331222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5175399909848331222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/5175399909848331222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspired-by.html' title='Inspired By'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6537653361211517919</id><published>2009-01-27T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:46:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud To Be MALAYSIAN - Happy CNY!! ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I am going to begin this by saying a very, simple, possibly non-agreeable (to some others) thing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;!~ ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;There, said. Surprise surprise?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well believe it or not this country is pretty darn cool by me. And I've done some decent travelling around here and there to know this much. &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; may not be the most ideal place to live for some people (most likely the non-&lt;em&gt;bumiputra&lt;/em&gt;s) but in my opinion it is a great place with ample potential. I mean come on, we have all that lovely tropical greenery while &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt; has barren dessert soil - not that &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt; isn't beautiful in its own stature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I honestly just think that we (&lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt;s - most of, anyway) seem to take the beauty our young country bears for granted, as is the power behind the &lt;em&gt;Western&lt;/em&gt; influence. Sure there is a lot of corruption and less-than-favorable happenings going on in our place but there are the good stuff too - &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt;s, you know what they are. Downright evident, our people need to improve - get their heads in the game - if we're ever to be fully recognized as a developed nation come 2020.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It being &lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt; here at present, one thing I love about this country that comes to mind has definitely got to be the festive celebrations. Living here as a citizen, no matter who you are or what race, religion, color, etc. you get to join in with the festivities just out of the fact that you ARE &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Isn't that great?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Being &lt;em&gt;mix-blood&lt;/em&gt;, I'm very content with the knowledge that I am &lt;em&gt;half-half&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Malay-Chinese&lt;/em&gt;, that is). And while I am a &lt;em&gt;Muslim &lt;/em&gt;and considered a &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt;, fact that I am part &lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; makes me feel almost right at home with them pures as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It is honestly fun, and an astounding honour to me - being able to celebrate not only &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt; as well with full fervour; heck, let's chuck &lt;em&gt;Deepavali &lt;/em&gt;and other festive holidays in there as well. It's really great being &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt; - life is colorful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;We are a unique people, whether we choose to accept that or not. And there is absolutely nothing negative about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It is highly likely that this will be my last &lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt; here for a while, what with my eventual (and temporary) relocation to &lt;em&gt;Melbourne&lt;/em&gt; to continue with tertiary studies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Drinking in the sights, I know I shall sorely miss many things about this world of which I am so fond of, though perhaps refrained from expressing so. But as always, there are the few things I shall not miss and feel quite liberated to be away from - isn't that how everyone feels when they leave a place called home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSDK3mxI/AAAAAAAABcA/GKceWBT-FwE/s1600-h/DSC01034-760025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295988280783248146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSDK3mxI/AAAAAAAABcA/GKceWBT-FwE/s320/DSC01034-760025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My parents coaxed me into a light shopping trip to &lt;em&gt;Pavilion &lt;/em&gt;today of all things. It was nice though, they got me a really sleek &lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/em&gt; purse as a &lt;em&gt;CNY&lt;/em&gt; gift - a whole-hearted 'thank you' goes out to them both for that. Also managed to solve the issue of choosing a farewell gift for one of my dear cousins heading off to &lt;em&gt;Perth&lt;/em&gt; next week - sure hope she likes it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Dinner was the highlight of my &lt;em&gt;CNY&lt;/em&gt;, as always, I cannot get enough of &lt;em&gt;Yee-Sang&lt;/em&gt; - I surprisingly love it (have been waiting ever impatiently for &lt;em&gt;CNY&lt;/em&gt; since after last year's just to eat it again). I can still remember &lt;em&gt;Kimiko&lt;/em&gt; comparing me to the dish at some point. The reason? Unfortunately escapes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSSbyRKI/AAAAAAAABcI/y8mMJzFu3QE/s1600-h/DSC01036-761358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295988284880733346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSSbyRKI/AAAAAAAABcI/y8mMJzFu3QE/s320/DSC01036-761358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here we are before the mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSa5_ipI/AAAAAAAABcQ/nIrPBvTIAtI/s1600-h/DSC01038-761937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295988287154915986" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSa5_ipI/AAAAAAAABcQ/nIrPBvTIAtI/s320/DSC01038-761937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And there we go, looks more vibrant now doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSmf_H3I/AAAAAAAABcY/dUsotECRxYo/s1600-h/DSC01039-762205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295988290267062130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSmf_H3I/AAAAAAAABcY/dUsotECRxYo/s320/DSC01039-762205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A splendid individual &lt;em&gt;Four Seasons&lt;/em&gt; course. I shall dearly miss halal Chinese food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR everyone!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;rte_text&gt;&lt;/rte_text&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6537653361211517919?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6537653361211517919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6537653361211517919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6537653361211517919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6537653361211517919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/proud-to-be-malaysian-happy-cny.html' title='Proud To Be MALAYSIAN - Happy CNY!! ^_^'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SX8hSDK3mxI/AAAAAAAABcA/GKceWBT-FwE/s72-c/DSC01034-760025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2811187456651205642</id><published>2009-01-21T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:16:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl With The Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yeah, so I've had a lot of free time on my hands since &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ICPU&lt;/span&gt; ended recently. University is more or less settled, though accommodation is still going to be a nutcase for me till who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracking for a second, if anyone is going to be studying in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;, presumably somewhere around the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;City Center&lt;/span&gt; area over the next three (3) years, well, share a room? Heh~ XP I'll probably be living alone till I find a roommate. Oh well, it's like that in foreign places, right? That is if you just happen to be unlucky enough to not get the campus lodges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main title, I've seen and heard this girl 'belt it' twice already. Once on the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres Show&lt;/span&gt; and another time on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;'s. For some reason though I've only managed to catch her name recently while watching her jaw-dropping duet with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;. If you haven't seen or heard of her before, for goodness sakes GO NOW!!! Why? Because she's flipping amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;, despite them being her early inspirations, at sweet sixteen this year (2009) she's a singing sensation and is unbelievably deserving of the title she has earned herself (kindly refer to post title, thanks ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, she's famous enough as it is and heck she's as good as the best of them out there. I'd give more on her background but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;'s got that pretty much covered. Take a look for yourself and bask in her amazing talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a warning, prepare some tissues in case you tear and ensure no cameras are sticking about anywhere near you because your jaw is going to drop the moment this girl opens her mouth during a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without further delay, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Charice&lt;/span&gt;~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVrIJ8VYdHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVrIJ8VYdHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2008 (15 years old here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiF03AjqMBk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;What sparked her discovery by the West&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing, isn't she? XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2811187456651205642?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2811187456651205642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2811187456651205642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2811187456651205642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2811187456651205642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-with-voice.html' title='The Girl With The Voice'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-1357074590498130962</id><published>2009-01-18T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:38:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A First</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Guess what, I just got my VERY FIRST CREDIT CARD!!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, there's two actually - a &lt;em&gt;Mastercard&lt;/em&gt; (the one in the picture above) and a &lt;em&gt;Visa&lt;/em&gt;. What had me laughing was the fact they were both &lt;em&gt;Platinum&lt;/em&gt;s~ XP Since when do little 18-year-old girls like me get &lt;em&gt;Platinum credit cards&lt;/em&gt;? I haven't even done anything yet! Haha!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Anyway, as you can see I tested them out once activating them. The &lt;em&gt;Mastercard&lt;/em&gt; was used to pay dinner at &lt;em&gt;Sri Ayutthaya&lt;/em&gt; (spelling? o_O) the other night and the &lt;em&gt;Visa&lt;/em&gt; one was just used to pay lunch today at &lt;em&gt;Sheraton Subang&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Yee Sang&lt;/em&gt; people, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (upcoming) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Going off topic now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Days have been passing pretty simple as of late. Glad to say I've finally taken care of &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy 8&lt;/em&gt;. My opinion? Decent storyline though it's not the greatest FF game to ever grace my path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;What I mainly love about it is the game's setting, with students as &lt;em&gt;SeeDs &lt;/em&gt;trained to fight off the evil sorceress' - definitely worthwhile RP material.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The characters are memorable enough though I didn't really like anyone in particular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I've discovered however that I share one too many similarities with the game's lead, &lt;em&gt;Squall Leonhart&lt;/em&gt;. It's his loner nature that I can easily relate to; basically because I feel the same way. So wanna know my inner personality? Well, observe him for the first half of the game and that's me for you (or close enough XP).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I must admit though, the game had one heck of a wacky ending (and I mean wacky as in 'weird' - the whole 'time compression' thing). Not that it isn't great though, cause it is; as is with almost all the &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; games I've played. I mean, it is a nice conclusion to things, how &lt;em&gt;Squall&lt;/em&gt; is finally able to depend on other people and not be alone anymore - the dude actually smiles!!! I have seen better endings though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Thinking about it, both 7 and 8 really didn't have much of a happily-ever-after-ish feel to their endings, huh. Which is probably why till this day, 9 steals my heart for overall memorability of its characters (*Note: I still love &lt;em&gt;Cloud&lt;/em&gt; XP).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Truth be told, I guess in the long run I'll never be able to compare all the FF games that I've played and say - confidently - which one is my absolute fav BECAUSE IT'S OUTRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE!!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;In their own separate ways each one is amazing and so worth the play. They all tell their own splendid story and I'm in love with every last one of them (maybe minus FF12 where story is concerned XP).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Guess it's time I returned the game. So long, FF8~~ XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-1357074590498130962?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1357074590498130962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=1357074590498130962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1357074590498130962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/1357074590498130962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/first.html' title='A First'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-2181428875568421731</id><published>2009-01-12T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:39:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m anticipating that the lot of you people have already heard of this particular &lt;em&gt;TV series&lt;/em&gt;, especially if you’re an avid screener of &lt;em&gt;Japanese Dramas&lt;/em&gt; off &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt;. For the record, there are two other forms of media adaption focusing on this same storyline; namely an actual &lt;em&gt;film&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;novel-diary&lt;/em&gt; itself (you’ll understand this considering if you know the story or not). Anyways, no matter which adaption captured your attention. I seriously doubt anyone who’s seen it could possibly not have shed a litre of tears themselves; I know I did. And that is another ‘defying gravity’ moment for me if I do say so myself – the story is ‘that’ touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After already having said that much, my reasons for dedicating an entire post to this series should be beyond evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are ignorant: So what is &lt;em&gt;‘1 Litre of Tears’&lt;/em&gt; really about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, it is based on a real life story. The drama (as well as the film and – obviously – the novel) chronicles the life-struggle of a teenage girl, &lt;em&gt;Aya Ikeuchi&lt;/em&gt; (sir name &lt;em&gt;Kito&lt;/em&gt; in reality), who was diagnosed with a terminal disease known as &lt;em&gt;‘Spinocerebellar Ataxia’&lt;/em&gt; (a disease that causes one to eventually lose physical control of one’s body) at the tender age of 15. The illness is said to be genetic and degenerative, growing worse as time passes by. What is worse is the fact that there is no known cure for it, even till today. To cope with the progression of her disease, Aya keeps a diary, recording the challenges she faces and hardships she must endure. She ceased her writing a full decade later when she could no longer wield a pen, finally succumbing to the disease at the age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a sad story. But just watching the way she lived her life gave a lot of people hope – me being one of those people. It's been a good whole year since I first watched this series and I'm starting to feel as if my life's slowly taking a turn for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven’t watched it yet, do yourself a favor and search for it over on &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt;; that includes those of you who aren’t &lt;em&gt;Japanese Drama&lt;/em&gt; fans. You’ll find every episode there (11 in total) with English subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this blog post is my little tribute to the girl who told everyone to “live on forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DHT8L-AteI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DHT8L-AteI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass her beliefs on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-2181428875568421731?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2181428875568421731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=2181428875568421731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2181428875568421731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/2181428875568421731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre of Tears'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-3726348353032980706</id><published>2009-01-08T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:43:04.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the title so implies, that *points strictly to post title* is exactly what I feel I've managed to do - defy gravity (namely, do the impossible). Facts are, ladies and gentlemen, I am still rather utterly stoked after this morning's phone call from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor's Placement Center&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Newsflash: I GOT FREAKING ACCEPTED INTO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMIT&lt;/span&gt; BABY!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fishes out some party spray cans, firecrackers, yummalicious snacks and anything else that goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"boom"&lt;/span&gt; out of ... and hosts her self a blast!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty I can solemnly say I was nowhere near expecting an acceptance. I mean, yeah sure, heck I applied, and yes I really did think it would be great if I got in but everywhere I went people kept saying how hard it was to get a spot there, especially when it came to the popular courses, one of which so happens to be my course of choice. People!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M STILL NOT SO SURE I CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SIMPLY A MIRACLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakingly-unbelievably-outofthisworld HAPPY!!! Gosh, I want to thank everyone I've ever known! (Well, I wish I could but there just wouldn't be enough space here now would there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh chocobos, I have to go do something crazy now to celebrate; I JUST HAVE TO!!! OMG OMG OMG ZOMG!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYONE, PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know this is so entirely OOC for me - me being me - but hey, I have a right to be expressive every now and then right? RIGHT? Gosh I love my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off screaming in bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-3726348353032980706?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3726348353032980706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=3726348353032980706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3726348353032980706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/3726348353032980706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4139027833964414822</id><published>2009-01-07T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:44:39.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially High</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess one can say I've returned to one of my &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; crazes all over again. I mean come on people, you knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I did. So if you guessed right, congratulations - I am officially &lt;strong&gt;FF insane&lt;/strong&gt; (I know I need a life but you know what, I don't freaking care! XP) and it's going to take either an actual living &lt;em&gt;chocobo&lt;/em&gt; on my doorstep or a real life &lt;em&gt;Cloud Strife&lt;/em&gt; to knock me out of it...NOT!! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you imagine, the day I said I really wanted to play &lt;em&gt;Dissidia&lt;/em&gt; and the next day, what do you know, I GET TO!! *Hint hint* Guess &lt;em&gt;'The Secret'&lt;/em&gt; really does work. Well, what are you waiting for people? Start wanting things real bad and act as if you're really going to get it and then sit back and watch the Universe do the rest; I'm only kidding about the last part of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Versus 13&lt;/em&gt; looks absolutely amazing, graphic-wise, one can tell. As to gameplay, considering its mostly developed by the cast behind &lt;em&gt;Kingdom Hearts 1&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;, I'm sure it'll be brilliant and provide exquisitely for my favorite activity - bashing things up real good!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm honestly fascinated about a lot of things, especially how H-O-T the lead male looks in a suit, but hey, &lt;em&gt;Cloud&lt;/em&gt;'s still my number one &lt;em&gt;FF hero&lt;/em&gt; and no way on heaven or earth is &lt;em&gt;Noctis&lt;/em&gt; taking that title away from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVVCTiv2jrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVVCTiv2jrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheerios my peeps, catch ya'll later~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-4139027833964414822?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4139027833964414822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=4139027833964414822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4139027833964414822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/4139027833964414822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/officially-high.html' title='Officially High'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6022458928015330033</id><published>2009-01-05T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:26:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissidia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="470"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLENBYLqiDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLENBYLqiDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the record, no, I have not gotten the chance to play this game despite having heard about it a little while back. *Sighs* And it seems so cool too. Decided to post its ending here for memory sakes - that is, to play it someday. Anyway, fellow &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; fans (freaks XP), you'll probably agree this game brings back a lot of memories, maybe. I sadly know very little about the earlier set of games before &lt;em&gt;Number 7&lt;/em&gt;, but hey, there's always &lt;em&gt;Wikipedia &lt;/em&gt;to enlighten me on certain aspects; which pretty much brought me to somewhat understand the beauty behind this ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people really realized it but the first thing I registered when I watched this was the sequence in which the characters returned to their home worlds - &lt;em&gt;FFX&lt;/em&gt; following a descending order all the way back to &lt;em&gt;FFI&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty cool no? I had to read the comments under the &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt; video to understand the conversation though; as well as note those really simple, yet oh-so-significant symbols slash details that appear when each character dissapears, solidifying their place in &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; history. Well, what I mean behind that is, for example of the &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasies&lt;/em&gt; I know well enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidus&lt;/strong&gt; - water (&lt;em&gt;Blitzball&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zidane&lt;/strong&gt; - trees (Lifa tree or 'Life' for that matter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squall&lt;/strong&gt; - feather (&lt;em&gt;Rinoa&lt;/em&gt;'s I suppose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloud&lt;/strong&gt; - the field of flowers (think &lt;em&gt;Aerith/Aeris&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was just...so cool~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This game looks so worth the playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6022458928015330033?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6022458928015330033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6022458928015330033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6022458928015330033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6022458928015330033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/dissidia.html' title='Dissidia'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-6536920589388345751</id><published>2009-01-01T18:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:19:10.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wicked~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVzvnKVK2fI/AAAAAAAABXc/fIPUubCVz2w/s1600-h/Wicked-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286363518693202418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVzvnKVK2fI/AAAAAAAABXc/fIPUubCVz2w/s320/Wicked-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't guessed it by now, know one thing - I AM A HUGE SUCKER FOR MUSICALS!! Obviously including this one, which, now that I've watched, has effortlessly found itself a solid place in my list of &lt;em&gt;'Top Musicals To Ever Grace Mother Earth'&lt;/em&gt;; it's definitely made my personal Top 5, I'll tell you that. It is good, there's no denying that particular fact. Perhaps, not as good as &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; which I saw in &lt;strong&gt;London &lt;/strong&gt;more than half a decade ago but I'd say it comes pretty darn close. But of course, quite personal opinion here. Also note I'm a sucker for the world of fantasy, which is another reason why this one is so near the top of my charts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what is &lt;em&gt;'Wicked' &lt;/em&gt;about? Well, I'll tell you, but first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people out there have never seen or even heard of the movie &lt;em&gt;'The Wizard of Oz'&lt;/em&gt;? I'm betting...no one. Chances are everyone knows about that movie. After all, weren't the songs just literally beaten into our heads and engraved there for centuries and centuries to come? Surely we all remember &lt;em&gt;'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz'&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Dorothy&lt;/em&gt;'s (&lt;em&gt;Judy Garland&lt;/em&gt;'s) &lt;em&gt;'Somewhere Over the Rainbow'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, if you remember that movie, you'll remember the story was unbelievably simple and almost to the point of being stupid. Not this musical though, especially since it fills in a lot of the missing pieces to make the story work. Of course I wouldn't say the story really worked entirely with the original movie; I mean, there are some points that would make no sense if you take the perspective in the &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt; musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, what is it about? It chiefly centers around the two main witches of Oz, namely &lt;em&gt;Glinda the Good&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/em&gt;. It tells of both their pasts and leads all the way up to the point where Dorothy comes into the picture and once she leaves back to &lt;em&gt;Kansas&lt;/em&gt;; including also the aftermath-conclusion of her visit on the two witches and how their tales turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, if you take this point of view regarding things, then the &lt;em&gt;Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/em&gt; - who's real name is revealed to be &lt;em&gt;Elphaba&lt;/em&gt; - truly wasn't exactly wicked at all. She was more along the lines of misunderstood, as is put, she was born with green skin. &lt;em&gt;Glinda&lt;/em&gt; on the other hand, seems to fit naturally with her initial role in the original movie, though she appears more of a ditsy, perkish dumb blonde in this adaption. The two therefore come from deeply contrasting backgrounds and so, miraculously become friends through celebrating their differences. They become closer throughout the whole musical and in the end regard each other as best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this musical so brilliant to me was first and foremost the incredibly touching storyline. It felt really good, seeing a different side to the citizens of &lt;em&gt;Oz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Amanda Harrison&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Lucy Durack&lt;/em&gt; who play &lt;em&gt;Elphaba&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Glinda&lt;/em&gt; respectively in the Melbourne version (the version I got to watch) had amazing chemistry in their acting together; they were both also very profound vocalists - &lt;em&gt;Amanda&lt;/em&gt; for her stunningly strong, impressive belts and &lt;em&gt;Lucy&lt;/em&gt; for being able to voice Glinda-ism perfectly through her exquisite soprano singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sarcasm and comedy antics were key-on in my opinion and totally worth the watch as it is. These two stirred up emotions within their audiences as if it were nothing. For goodness sakes even I was near tears at various points of the musical. And while they were the stars of the show, the other two male leads - characters &lt;em&gt;Fiyero&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Boq&lt;/em&gt; - were also splendid singers. It was honestly magical. Also, one cannot forget the great musical scores that brought this whole musical home. Songs such as &lt;em&gt;'Popular'&lt;/em&gt;, and the one song that blew me away like mad, &lt;em&gt;'Defying Gravity'&lt;/em&gt; were beyond memorable. I really REALLY liked this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no plans to reveal any part of the actual stage performance for those itching to see it themselves. I am however, going to stick a few of the songs from the musical up here just to let anyone reading this have a feel of how the songs were really like. Sadly, I couldn't find a &lt;em&gt;'Defying Gravity'&lt;/em&gt; sung by &lt;em&gt;Amanda&lt;/em&gt; that was satisfactory on &lt;em&gt;Youtube&lt;/em&gt; so I decided to leave that out. It's truly an amazing song nonetheless, and &lt;em&gt;Amanda&lt;/em&gt; sang it beautifully. Of course, that doesn't in the least bit put to shame the other scores of the musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one, called &lt;em&gt;'The Wizard and I'&lt;/em&gt;. It's the first song of the musical that involves &lt;em&gt;Elphaba&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Amanda&lt;/em&gt;), and yes, it is &lt;em&gt;Elphaba&lt;/em&gt;'s debut solo of the musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWcXC81o3Zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWcXC81o3Zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably, the embed feature on the two following videos were removed, and so, all I could do was provide the URL addresses if any one's interested. They really are worth the watch - &lt;em&gt;'Popular'&lt;/em&gt; for the fun of it and &lt;em&gt;'For Good'&lt;/em&gt; for the song's touching sense regarding true friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXRPTDuLtQc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXRPTDuLtQc&lt;/a&gt; (Popular)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This song, for any one's information, was when the two witches started to become friends. The first act of the musical pretty much took place in a school atmosphere and this was in their shared dorm room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OETd-dKkp0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OETd-dKkp0&lt;/a&gt; (For Good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Good&lt;/em&gt; is the last duet these two sing together in the entire musical. It's staged right before the play's bittersweet ending. I won't be giving that away though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So peeps, this one here is definitely worth the watch. &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt; is a classic as it is, so this one here...this will go down in &lt;em&gt;Broadway&lt;/em&gt; history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-6536920589388345751?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6536920589388345751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=6536920589388345751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6536920589388345751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/6536920589388345751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/wicked.html' title='~Wicked~'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVzvnKVK2fI/AAAAAAAABXc/fIPUubCVz2w/s72-c/Wicked-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8956772361184776367</id><published>2009-01-01T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:20:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Pictures Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The continuation of pictures from Australia. Here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPZcJQ77I/AAAAAAAABU0/vl54RHhilbU/s1600-h/DSC00965-789181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257729840672690" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPZcJQ77I/AAAAAAAABU0/vl54RHhilbU/s320/DSC00965-789181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was just funny~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPZtccdbI/AAAAAAAABU8/Ck4QJmXESBY/s1600-h/DSC00966-790754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257734484522418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPZtccdbI/AAAAAAAABU8/Ck4QJmXESBY/s320/DSC00966-790754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, I took this on purpose~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPaW1IGsI/AAAAAAAABVE/vkdZDUE6DYE/s1600-h/DSC00967-793660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257745593899714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPaW1IGsI/AAAAAAAABVE/vkdZDUE6DYE/s320/DSC00967-793660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This guy here's labelled the most dangerous bird in the world. He started picking fights with the wallabies in the pen after I took this too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbMdg51I/AAAAAAAABVM/Irc-nBQAoyQ/s1600-h/DSC00970-796151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257759990376274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbMdg51I/AAAAAAAABVM/Irc-nBQAoyQ/s320/DSC00970-796151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, too bad Wombats are nocturnal...it's so FAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbIgA0EI/AAAAAAAABVU/Ud_VCPh02AQ/s1600-h/DSC00971-796623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257758927114306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbIgA0EI/AAAAAAAABVU/Ud_VCPh02AQ/s320/DSC00971-796623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here are the Wallabies~ *Ahem* &lt;em&gt;P. Sherman 42, Wallaby Way, Sydney&lt;/em&gt;~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbUXSs_I/AAAAAAAABVc/lMlz4hzouS0/s1600-h/DSC00972-797347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257762111763442" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbUXSs_I/AAAAAAAABVc/lMlz4hzouS0/s320/DSC00972-797347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A (and I so don't know how to spell this) Cuccoobara...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbnOUNoI/AAAAAAAABVk/x41zfsnoP0k/s1600-h/DSC00974-798663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257767174387330" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPbnOUNoI/AAAAAAAABVk/x41zfsnoP0k/s320/DSC00974-798663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A mama Koala~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPb3JBNXI/AAAAAAAABVs/dSDyWIx8tUY/s1600-h/DSC00976-799117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257771447137650" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPb3JBNXI/AAAAAAAABVs/dSDyWIx8tUY/s320/DSC00976-799117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Just thought it'd be fun to know XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPb4k6JyI/AAAAAAAABV0/9CcDovYTs-A/s1600-h/DSC00977-799712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257771832551202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPb4k6JyI/AAAAAAAABV0/9CcDovYTs-A/s320/DSC00977-799712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Everyday there I learn something new. Like here, I learnt Seagulls DRINK!!! o_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPceJRH1I/AAAAAAAABV8/TRILMfV09Ck/s1600-h/DSC00979-701186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257781917163346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPceJRH1I/AAAAAAAABV8/TRILMfV09Ck/s320/DSC00979-701186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Those are some of the Australian Aboriginies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcdETp_I/AAAAAAAABWE/7EU16lDvatM/s1600-h/DSC00980-701661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257781627922418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcdETp_I/AAAAAAAABWE/7EU16lDvatM/s320/DSC00980-701661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;That's the famous Harbour Bridge in the background~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcrMREdI/AAAAAAAABWM/xKngFpvbTGg/s1600-h/DSC00986-702286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257785419403730" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcrMREdI/AAAAAAAABWM/xKngFpvbTGg/s320/DSC00986-702286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Well, it was Christmas. Some aviator dude did that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcivDolI/AAAAAAAABWU/GfdFylM8TqM/s1600-h/DSC00987-702694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257783149404754" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcivDolI/AAAAAAAABWU/GfdFylM8TqM/s320/DSC00987-702694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yeah, if you don't know what this is...*fill in the blank*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPczklAZI/AAAAAAAABWc/w1-VpLxqOHU/s1600-h/DSC00993-703245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257787668857234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPczklAZI/AAAAAAAABWc/w1-VpLxqOHU/s320/DSC00993-703245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was the interior of that restaurant, &lt;em&gt;'Mamak'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcxKjcuI/AAAAAAAABWk/xdEukv8oyQo/s1600-h/DSC00994-703571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257787022832354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPcxKjcuI/AAAAAAAABWk/xdEukv8oyQo/s320/DSC00994-703571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/em&gt; was heaven~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdNV8p-I/AAAAAAAABWs/Tzb2YeeUcUk/s1600-h/DSC00995-704007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257794586814434" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdNV8p-I/AAAAAAAABWs/Tzb2YeeUcUk/s320/DSC00995-704007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;In case anyone wants to lookout for the sign next time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdJN8BwI/AAAAAAAABW0/nvXKjLeKbwk/s1600-h/DSC00996-704890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257793479476994" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdJN8BwI/AAAAAAAABW0/nvXKjLeKbwk/s320/DSC00996-704890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;See the crowd? That place was never empty, with the exception of when it was closed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdUkOulI/AAAAAAAABW8/TRAWqe9syEY/s1600-h/DSC00999-705208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257796525767250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdUkOulI/AAAAAAAABW8/TRAWqe9syEY/s320/DSC00999-705208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Heh, another one just for laughs. Might not wanna go in there XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdRCcBzI/AAAAAAAABXE/VhYOZo_O7jQ/s1600-h/DSC01005-705780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257795578726194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPdRCcBzI/AAAAAAAABXE/VhYOZo_O7jQ/s320/DSC01005-705780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt; meat~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;And here come the videos:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4wOg0zH06s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4wOg0zH06s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know it starts with the butterflies but I honestly think the jerking crocodile was more worth watching XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsT9Swln4cI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsT9Swln4cI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doesn't it just remind you of &lt;em&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/em&gt;? I wish there were baby penguins in there but no, they were all grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj3ZfJ4qqjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj3ZfJ4qqjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just some of the yummy looking treats Melbourne has in store for its people. Now people know I ain't usually a fan of sweet stuff but gosh were those cookies I bought good. Oh, and I so got addicted to milk while I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5X0_QMsFow8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5X0_QMsFow8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinda took this cause I wanted to show the water was flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77A8J6evZKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77A8J6evZKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the really cool student lodges my parents and I found. Raz went about on his own that day to look for souvenirs&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well folks I've got one last post to pitch here about Melbourne. And yeah, I really do seem like I have a lot to say, don't I?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8956772361184776367?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8956772361184776367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8956772361184776367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8956772361184776367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8956772361184776367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/aussie-pictures-part-2.html' title='Aussie Pictures Part 2'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyPZcJQ77I/AAAAAAAABU0/vl54RHhilbU/s72-c/DSC00965-789181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-8924248784415801561</id><published>2009-01-01T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:35:33.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Pictures Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I've decided to slash down the number of pictures to post up here, obviously because there's a lot of'em. This post here has about forty and I'm estimating another twenty to thirty more in the next one just to give a clearer picture of what I saw and experienced over the vacation trip. Of course, there will be some videos attached as well, just for the heck of it. Enjoy the scenery peeps!!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCUXQ8qI/AAAAAAAABP0/wdNsf23ljQ4/s1600-h/DSC00838-741790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256233103291042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCUXQ8qI/AAAAAAAABP0/wdNsf23ljQ4/s320/DSC00838-741790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was taken in the shopping district of Melbourne. Do note the people handing over raindeer headgears XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCuIdQ2I/AAAAAAAABP8/148pgQb_PNw/s1600-h/DSC00843-742207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256240020505442" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCuIdQ2I/AAAAAAAABP8/148pgQb_PNw/s320/DSC00843-742207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A shot of the fresh groceries available at a &lt;em&gt;Coles&lt;/em&gt; outlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCm0c_EI/AAAAAAAABQE/YtEHHyTNuQA/s1600-h/DSC00846-742475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256238057552962" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCm0c_EI/AAAAAAAABQE/YtEHHyTNuQA/s320/DSC00846-742475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Aww, check out this little cutie. He's called a &lt;em&gt;Scottish Fold&lt;/em&gt;, mainly for his folded ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCofMOYI/AAAAAAAABQM/SGoDmyi-MJM/s1600-h/DSC00847-742815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256238505245058" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCofMOYI/AAAAAAAABQM/SGoDmyi-MJM/s320/DSC00847-742815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;He's sooooo cute~ We called him &lt;em&gt;Foldover&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCxY9HoI/AAAAAAAABQU/RuJLIViReMg/s1600-h/DSC00848-743222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256240895008386" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCxY9HoI/AAAAAAAABQU/RuJLIViReMg/s320/DSC00848-743222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's his neighbour, an almost equally cute &lt;em&gt;Ragdoll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOC4c0v9I/AAAAAAAABQc/jwzF6c7MKBA/s1600-h/DSC00849-743669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256242790285266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOC4c0v9I/AAAAAAAABQc/jwzF6c7MKBA/s320/DSC00849-743669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;horse carriage gallore~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODNS168I/AAAAAAAABQk/w15a4c5uSOU/s1600-h/DSC00852-744229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256248385563586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODNS168I/AAAAAAAABQk/w15a4c5uSOU/s320/DSC00852-744229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Now here we have one of two the theaters in Melbourne (&lt;em&gt;Regent Theater&lt;/em&gt;), which also happens to be where I watched 'Wicked' - the other one's called &lt;em&gt;Princess Theater&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODGWVkXI/AAAAAAAABQs/m1Udp6DSs70/s1600-h/DSC00862-744607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256246521172338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODGWVkXI/AAAAAAAABQs/m1Udp6DSs70/s320/DSC00862-744607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was a small part of the inside of &lt;em&gt;RMIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODRFeWeI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QjEnuOUYJVU/s1600-h/DSC00863-745149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256249403234786" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODRFeWeI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QjEnuOUYJVU/s320/DSC00863-745149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Another shot on a different area of RMIT - it was a Sunday, so no people about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODR04zUI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DR3iUABVerI/s1600-h/DSC00867-745796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256249602100546" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODR04zUI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DR3iUABVerI/s320/DSC00867-745796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;My bro and I saw this lady with this awfully adorable puppy at the train station, he was so cute, following her around~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODoZz7GI/AAAAAAAABRE/73FbHc6l7eQ/s1600-h/DSC00875-746441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256255662550114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyODoZz7GI/AAAAAAAABRE/73FbHc6l7eQ/s320/DSC00875-746441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Market hours for the Victoria Market, rather confusing really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOENlRjUI/AAAAAAAABRM/bLF_InJQjGI/s1600-h/DSC00877-748623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256265642741058" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOENlRjUI/AAAAAAAABRM/bLF_InJQjGI/s320/DSC00877-748623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, there were more than one cheese stall there, and boy was I loving it~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOEv9KCrI/AAAAAAAABRU/AqB8LigYJ4Y/s1600-h/DSC00879-750003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256274869717682" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOEv9KCrI/AAAAAAAABRU/AqB8LigYJ4Y/s320/DSC00879-750003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Check out all the fresh leafy greens~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOEkS6W_I/AAAAAAAABRc/-Ra-0rM9zMI/s1600-h/DSC00880-750527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256271739739122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOEkS6W_I/AAAAAAAABRc/-Ra-0rM9zMI/s320/DSC00880-750527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And those amazing plum fruits~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOE26SyrI/AAAAAAAABRk/NqQzm5IX4aA/s1600-h/DSC00881-751198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256276736756402" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOE26SyrI/AAAAAAAABRk/NqQzm5IX4aA/s320/DSC00881-751198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's mom checking out the souvenirs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFNutSFI/AAAAAAAABRs/BDwvLQpuug4/s1600-h/DSC00883-752608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256282862176338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFNutSFI/AAAAAAAABRs/BDwvLQpuug4/s320/DSC00883-752608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Just a stamp on the fact I was at the QV market&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFiOff0I/AAAAAAAABR0/ImHOOUIvIm0/s1600-h/DSC00886-754177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256288364199746" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFiOff0I/AAAAAAAABR0/ImHOOUIvIm0/s320/DSC00886-754177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And this is the outside of the RMIT building&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFiXVoXI/AAAAAAAABR8/k-N3a39Y6FU/s1600-h/DSC00898-754572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256288401301874" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOFiXVoXI/AAAAAAAABR8/k-N3a39Y6FU/s320/DSC00898-754572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here on the other hand, is &lt;em&gt;Monash&lt;/em&gt;. It's not in the city in case anyone wondered, that's why there's all this greenery around it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOF6_tZPI/AAAAAAAABSE/qSbxqx3B-G0/s1600-h/DSC00899-755895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256295013082354" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOF6_tZPI/AAAAAAAABSE/qSbxqx3B-G0/s320/DSC00899-755895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;More Monash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGdS4gtI/AAAAAAAABSM/mNwqwqusF0I/s1600-h/DSC00900-757228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256304220308178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGdS4gtI/AAAAAAAABSM/mNwqwqusF0I/s320/DSC00900-757228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And more Monash~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGrRNA3I/AAAAAAAABSU/VK5nfzbWDy8/s1600-h/DSC00907-758567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256307971359602" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGrRNA3I/AAAAAAAABSU/VK5nfzbWDy8/s320/DSC00907-758567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Ah, believe it or not I ate lots of chips while I was there. There food's just spectacular. This was probably my favorite snack there~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGzF2FlI/AAAAAAAABSc/1ukxoh1XwkY/s1600-h/DSC00908-759189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256310071203410" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOGzF2FlI/AAAAAAAABSc/1ukxoh1XwkY/s320/DSC00908-759189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The Sydney train station~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHOFyvYI/AAAAAAAABSk/lB28hi11F0A/s1600-h/DSC00912-760476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256317318741378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHOFyvYI/AAAAAAAABSk/lB28hi11F0A/s320/DSC00912-760476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This was near the harbour side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHNVBEWI/AAAAAAAABSs/pgDR8N3Xr-I/s1600-h/DSC00918-760863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256317114159458" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHNVBEWI/AAAAAAAABSs/pgDR8N3Xr-I/s320/DSC00918-760863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And here's the harbour. It was getting dark there when I took this by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHtg1EKI/AAAAAAAABS0/hBCh70ME4qE/s1600-h/DSC00921-762459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256325753639074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOHtg1EKI/AAAAAAAABS0/hBCh70ME4qE/s320/DSC00921-762459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;So how fresh was the food? Check out this salad and tell me yourself~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOH8iKXbI/AAAAAAAABS8/fs-nuPK1L5Q/s1600-h/DSC00922-763757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256329785761202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOH8iKXbI/AAAAAAAABS8/fs-nuPK1L5Q/s320/DSC00922-763757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The amazing &lt;em&gt;Seafood Platter &lt;/em&gt;my family and I shared~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOIUK4IDI/AAAAAAAABTE/JnKL_jYz4ss/s1600-h/DSC00923-765409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256336130547762" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOIUK4IDI/AAAAAAAABTE/JnKL_jYz4ss/s320/DSC00923-765409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Now this was a little funny. There were so many seagulls about the harbour and I was talking to Raz about hoping to find a one-legged one, haha! You guessed it, we found one!! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOIei4ZVI/AAAAAAAABTM/zS0l1D7iVOo/s1600-h/DSC00931-765823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256338915583314" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOIei4ZVI/AAAAAAAABTM/zS0l1D7iVOo/s320/DSC00931-765823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The loads of gulls!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOI9bdRtI/AAAAAAAABTU/c-Duwfcc7_Y/s1600-h/DSC00932-767125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256347205945042" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOI9bdRtI/AAAAAAAABTU/c-Duwfcc7_Y/s320/DSC00932-767125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;The lit-up Christmas tree at the Sydney Harbour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOI3rjFaI/AAAAAAAABTc/CYmOu40pzRQ/s1600-h/DSC00933-767976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256345662821794" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOI3rjFaI/AAAAAAAABTc/CYmOu40pzRQ/s320/DSC00933-767976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Yep, the Harbour's called &lt;em&gt;Darling Harbour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJRy0SgI/AAAAAAAABTk/CnpAhtrLbWs/s1600-h/DSC00934-769303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256352672631298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJRy0SgI/AAAAAAAABTk/CnpAhtrLbWs/s320/DSC00934-769303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;See those crabs right there, they were moving - talk about fresh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJUiUXEI/AAAAAAAABTs/MWfeUoSWZ7I/s1600-h/DSC00935-769608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256353408736322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJUiUXEI/AAAAAAAABTs/MWfeUoSWZ7I/s320/DSC00935-769608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Amazing fresh fish display~ (EL!!! SALMON IS SO CHEAP!!! XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJm0bteI/AAAAAAAABT0/7-NmDEqV9S8/s1600-h/DSC00941-770308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256358316553698" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJm0bteI/AAAAAAAABT0/7-NmDEqV9S8/s320/DSC00941-770308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Just thought this picture looked real cool, what with the water works~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJmUN6fI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZsCoKXKuGeU/s1600-h/DSC00945-770834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256358181431794" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJmUN6fI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZsCoKXKuGeU/s320/DSC00945-770834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Ah, the zoo animals. Props if you can find the snake's head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJ5V_5_I/AAAAAAAABUE/rnrPCH3RySo/s1600-h/DSC00947-771386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256363289176050" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOJ5V_5_I/AAAAAAAABUE/rnrPCH3RySo/s320/DSC00947-771386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Mom and a frill lizard monument&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOKOeEiuI/AAAAAAAABUM/bZzns_hJGDE/s1600-h/DSC00948-772740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256368960178914" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOKOeEiuI/AAAAAAAABUM/bZzns_hJGDE/s320/DSC00948-772740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Here's the real frill lizard...un-frilled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOKrFm1ZI/AAAAAAAABUU/W33jSpAW5Is/s1600-h/DSC00949-774102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256376642196882" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOKrFm1ZI/AAAAAAAABUU/W33jSpAW5Is/s320/DSC00949-774102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;This little guys just looked hilarious to me. It honestly took several minutes to figure out which end was the head~ XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOK3erbsI/AAAAAAAABUc/nbCAWDjkIUM/s1600-h/DSC00952-775417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256379968581314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOK3erbsI/AAAAAAAABUc/nbCAWDjkIUM/s320/DSC00952-775417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;Raz stroked one of these, he commented touching it felt like toothbrush bristles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOK3YxkTI/AAAAAAAABUk/t9TvhMUxk_U/s1600-h/DSC00955-775783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256379943817522" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOK3YxkTI/AAAAAAAABUk/t9TvhMUxk_U/s320/DSC00955-775783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;A goana. Ever watched &lt;em&gt;The Rescuers Downunder&lt;/em&gt;? Yep~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOLeR1FEI/AAAAAAAABUs/ntHg0koQbhY/s1600-h/DSC00964-777200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256390383670338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOLeR1FEI/AAAAAAAABUs/ntHg0koQbhY/s320/DSC00964-777200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;And an Australian animal icon, the Kangaroo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832618797886316951-8924248784415801561?l=diva-dagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8924248784415801561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832618797886316951&amp;postID=8924248784415801561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8924248784415801561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832618797886316951/posts/default/8924248784415801561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/aussie-pictures-part-1.html' title='Aussie Pictures Part 1'/><author><name>DivaDagger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700367415216497742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7IYGkFSsLY/SVyOCUXQ8qI/AAAAAAAABP0/wdNsf23ljQ4/s72-c/DSC00838-741790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832618797886316951.post-4375717613763156394</id><published>2009-01-01T14:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:25:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awful Lot To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well peeps, it looks like I'm finally back from my recent family vacation trip to the land down-under (a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt; - just in case someone lost their sense of geography for a moment there). First off, before I start my oh-this-is-so-gonna-be-long rant on beautiful Australia, just figured I'd wish the world a - yes, very long overdue - &lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/em&gt; As well as a not too long overdue &lt;em&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/em&gt;, slash, &lt;em&gt;Happy 2009!&lt;/em&gt; And my New Year's revelation is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dot dot dot... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make things reasonably easier - for me - I've decided to just chunk all my words, well, most of it anyway, into this one post here while the pictures, videos, anything visual, and a certain something special that touched my little heartless heart *ahem* shall be unceremoniously dumped into the next post and so forth. Why, you ask? Because there plain isn't enough room in one post for 150 pictures, that's why. Yeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, this here post shall be something along the lines of my report and the ones that follow shall be...hmm...how should I put it...fillers? Yeah, sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, without anymore delays, let's freaking get on with it folks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so just for knowing purposes, I left &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt; land on the 18th, a day after my birthday, which was spectacular this year in comparison with some others - thanks a lot to everyone who was involved and remembered to wish me!! Seriously, thanks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I reached back on the 30th in the late evening and spent the rest of that day sleeping till noon the following day, namely, New Year's Eve. Tried sleeping in a plane when you're in economy class? Ugh...major backache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the main reason for visiting Australia this time (more specifically &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne &lt;/strong&gt;with minor detours to &lt;strong&gt;Canberra&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;) was to scout around Melbourne city to see how I would make my future living there, well, comfortable. You know, know where to shop, eat, transportation, check the Universities, lodgings, etc. And overall I dare say I've accomplished just that. All there is to it now is to put in my acceptance to the University of my choice (still waiting on &lt;em&gt;RMIT&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;Monash &lt;/em&gt;is fine to). Melbourne is definitely a quiet city in comparison with many others I've seen here and there. It's definitely no &lt;strong&gt;Tokyo&lt;/strong&gt;; totally not &lt;strong&gt;Shanghai&lt;/strong&gt;, and not exactly &lt;strong&gt;Los Angelus&lt;/strong&gt; either, but it's a pretty cool place by my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the lowdown (a very VERY summarized version this time, but then again, you know me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I realized upon taking that first step onto Australian soil again after what, five years? Well, was that Summer (the present season for parts of the world below the equator during this time of year) didn't really feel like &lt;em&gt;Summer&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm...actually, that's more of an understatement - IT FELT LIKE FREAKING WINTER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN DID A SUMMER DAY HAVE A TEMPERATURE OF 10 DEGREES CELSIUS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do take that rhetorically people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, that was such a freak day. Thank goodness I was smart enough to bring along a jacket. And so, my family and I pretty much ignored the crazy Greek (not that Greeks are crazy in general I guess) cab driver we had who kept going on about atomic bombs, yes, you heard me right, for some reason during the half an hour drive to the city. There wasn't much going on for the first day seeing as we spent most of it snoozing away in the comfort of our warm hotel room, but I promise the days ensuing were much more productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, Australia being quite a bit slower to get things such as movies than &lt;strong&gt;Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt; does, I semi-expected them to be behind in other things as well. Yet surprisingly, I hardly think so anymore. Or wait, maybe that isn't very surprising now is it. Navigation around the city center was as easy as pie, probably even without a map. Also, if your lost, there's that free &lt;em&gt;city-circle tram&lt;/em&gt; to hop on whenever you want during the day. Then of course, Malaysian food as well as foods from other nationalities were an easy enough find, there were splendidly gigantic malls in the shopping areas and two freaking theaters for some vivid stage entertainment, but more on that later. They Aussies really seem to love Japanese culture almost as much as I do too, judging by all those &lt;em&gt;Harajuku&lt;/em&gt; ('&lt;em&gt;Lala'&lt;/em&gt; as some here would put it) clothe shops scattered around, not forgetting &lt;em&gt;sushi&lt;/em&gt; parlours. Pet shops were an abundance too. And would you believe, they had sections in supermarkets where fresh meat for pets were displayed for buy! The animals were cute, but once again, more on that a little later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to know a little more on Melbourne through some serious brochure reading, my mom and I picked out the few spots in town we wanted to visit and listed down the things we wanted to 
