<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:54:17.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glückliche Albträume</title><subtitle type='html'>The world where reality sleeps.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-5626121558728779495</id><published>2010-08-08T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:36:24.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Memories with You</title><content type='html'>August 4th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already night time before we knew it. Since Luz left to Malacca a week ago, we practically have to suffer from the lack of good food. I know food has always been one of the priorities in your life, so you had suffered quite a lot without Luz's awesome stuffs. However, that night, mum whipped up a whole lot of food for us. I am sorry that I didn't see your car when I finished my flute lesson, and ended up leaving the place with San Yi. But you hardheadedly told me to come back home and have dinner with you, because you can't finish all of them on your own. I got angry at your attitude and hung up on your phone. But in the end, I couldn't take it, and decided to call San Yi to let her know the change of plans. I returned home, and I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner together. You, as usual, took more than what you're able to finish, and ended up wasting some of them. As we ate, we were also watching Tarzan on Disney Channel. We were singing along the show at some parts sarcastically, and you were telling me about how this show was also aired in the bus during your school trip during your high school years. You said that no one was watching, and the show was even aired twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the good part of the show started showing, mum returned home. She wanted her Astro card back, but that way, we couldn't finish the show. The both of us begged her to sit down and watch with us. She did, but only for a few minutes. Because in the end, we decided that since she just returned from a long day of work, she deserved to have her time doing things she wanted to do. Before I left upstairs to my room, mum nagged about your remaining food and said that you always never finished your food. But even so, you grinned and only laughed along. Even though she was intending to scold you, you ended up making it all looked like a joke, and even managed to put smiles on her face and mine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From before and during Chemistry class, I received lots of text messages about the plan for the afternoon. Mum was planning to leave to Malacca that day to visit grandma. Grandma had been depressed all week about her operation, so she decided to go stay by her side for the day. The initial plan was that I was supposed to follow her to Malacca, but in the end, she ended up deciding that I was to follow your car back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sent me a text message, saying "I pick u, same place like last fri". When it was 2.15pm, I sent you a message, asking if you've arrived. You replied a simple "Yes" because I know you've been lazing around in your car again. I took the elevator and got to the ground floor, and entered your car. Before you started driving, you warned me ahead that we were going to have a long ride because you needed to do a lot of things. I grumbled, but I shrugged in the end. I was more worried about mum because if she had to leave on such a late notice to Malacca, it must have meant something went wrong. You said you didn't know why, but you were able to say that because you didn't know what mum was going through at this point of her life. I was the only one who knew in the whole house, because mum didn't want you and dad to get worried over this. I stopped the conversation there, and looked out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next conversations were about random things in our life. Do you remember how we always talked together? I would always say those sarcastic things, and you would stare at me with small eyes as you received my note of sarcasm and laughed loudly too sometimes. You always make me feel like I am a funny person, you always make me feel like I can do something to make people happy. But truth is, you're always the one doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took a lot of time turning around the shops nearby. You said you wanted to bring me to Windmill for lunch. It was an expensive place to dine, but you said you're already a working man. In the end, when we found it, you changed your mind to an Italian restaurant beside Windmill. I shrugged and said it was all your choice. You shrugged too, but led the way to the Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were ordering, we took a long, long time to decide. You kept saying things like "There! That's the risotto you and mum like so much." and "Oh man! There's so many different kinds of pasta that it makes the menu look so scary." In the end, you decided to just order some chicken dish, but I stopped you. I told you that since we're in an Italian restaurant, we should order things like risotto, pasta, lasagna or pizza. You hesitated and decided on lasagna in the end. You even asked if we should order a pizza too but I refused. I said it was all too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, I shouldn't have stopped you. I knew you always loved meat so much. If I knew it was your last lunch, I would have let you order anything you want, from one dish to a thousand dish, and I would stay there and finish them up with you. I am sorry that you weren't able to have your favorite meat dish on that last day. But when the lasagna came, you said it was delicious. I knew it wouldn't be enough for you, so I told you to take some of my risotto. You kept on saying alright, that you will take some later, but I ended up finishing them by myself. Maybe I should have ate slower so that you could taste more delicious things on your last lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that lunch, we left again. We continued on with your errands, including fetching grandpa from Klang town, going to bank to help one of your workers bank in his cheque for his family in Vietnam, and many more. You told me stories along the way, sad stories about your workers in the factory. You also told me stories about some of your friends. You also told me you wanted to try playing Persona 4 and Final Fantasy X. You also said to me you wanted to get a PS3 soon. I told you it would be expensive, but you said you would get all the games from ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finally at home, you immediately headed over to the couch. I told you to help me go out and get the bicycles we ordered from Setia Eco Park today. You were reluctant cause you were lazy, but in the end, you stood up and did that for me, when I told you it was dangerous for me, one young girl to go out and meet with 4 other guys to take the bicycles from them. You were always so careful of me, so caring. You always told the other people that you love me, and I would always say that you're only saying that to get people to have a good impression of you. But deep down, I know you do. I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pushed the bicycles together inside to our garden, you asked if I wanted to ride now. I said that it's been a long time since I last rode on a bicycle, I might have forgotten how to. But you said that you're even worse, that you couldn't even ride a bicycle. I laughed and told you not to worry, that I will teach you how to ride one now that we have a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, you went back in the house and lied down on the couch again, playing around with your iPhone. I told you to get back to work soon, but you complained that you were too tired. I sighed and told you to quickly get a rest and leave immediately, because dad needed you at work. With that one message, I left upstairs to my room. If only I had stayed downstairs with you and played Fatal Frame like how I was urging to, maybe we would still be able to have some good laughs that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole night in my room. Around 8, dad came back home and asked me if I had dinner. I told him I did, and that he should just go for dinner with you. I told him I had homework, but the truth was, I didn't have any. Maybe I should have just gone with you guys. Around 11, you came knocking on my door and opened it before I said you could, as usual. You asked me if I had dinner, and I told you that it was too late to ask me that, in a jokingly manner. You smiled and I smiled. Then you closed the door, without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my final memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that I was the last person you've seen before you head to your room that night. If only I had said more, then maybe you'll have sweeter memories before you leave this world. I am sorry. That night, one night before you left, I felt as if God had given me some clues as to what will happen. That night, after my dinner, I went to the garden to feed Luschka. My back was facing your room, so I thought I had imagined it. But I was pretty sure that I saw your room light on and off very quickly. The only people at home were Angie and myself. Angie was at the kitchen, busy cleaning up the dishes. I thought it was all my imagination, but maybe God had given me that hint to warn me. But I didn't realise it. If only I did not decide to take on that risk, maybe you would still be barging into my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when you barged into my room again, I didn't know why but the thought of watching some funny Fatal Frame videos in youtube struck my mind. We watched a lot of them for the whole week. We laughed, and sometimes we were scared too. But at least when we watched them together, it would be funnier, and less scarier. If I was glad about one thing I did for you, Ian, it was that I decided to watch all of those videos with you in youtube. Every single one of them. But if only we get to play Fatal Frame together in my PS2, maybe everything will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know now that all these 'maybe's cannot be helped. You've left. It was a solid fact. But don't worry. In our hearts, you will always be remembered and loved. You will always be the loving brother and son to us. I am sorry that I couldn't give you more. But at least, I would always talk to you every night so that you won't be lonely. If you missed us, you can always come back home in your butterfly form. We would always switch on all the lights because we all know you're afraid of the dark. We would always switch on all the air-conditioners because we all know how you hate sweating. You can always visit us in our dreams. A dream with you in it would be the best dream for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've left first to the next world, remember what I asked you to do. Go back to grandpa's [father's father] side, and be a good grandson to him. Grandpa left us all very early. And even though I had no clear memories of him, I knew he loved us all. I could still remember that day of his funeral. You were crying the loudest. He must have loved you a lot. So now's your chance to go back to him and be a good grandson to him. Take care of him for us for now. We will come soon and our whole family will reunite again some day. Also, say hello to Da Ku Zhang for me. Mum always tells me how much he loves me and wants me to be his daughter. I was unable to love him more because I was still so young and immature. But please go back to the two of them now. You won't be lonely. You have so many people over there in that world. Also, don't forget that you have your Monash teacher over there too. You told me he passed away not long ago from Heart Attack and that you used to respect him so much. See? You have so many people to visit over there. And even if you happen to get the chance to come over to our world for a short visit, I doubt you'll have enough time to look for us all. You have so many people who loves you, so stay strong over at that side. Next time when we got there, you better be there to take care of us then, and be our tour guide when we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for me to say goodbye to you. There is only one thing I can say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later, my dear brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-5626121558728779495?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5626121558728779495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5626121558728779495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5626121558728779495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5626121558728779495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-memories-with-you.html' title='My Last Memories with You'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2048110134459077695</id><published>2010-08-04T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:41:29.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Dead Yet.</title><content type='html'>Trust me, I'm still here. xD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I've been spending too much time on Photoshop that I forgot I had so many interesting things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my Computer Science course. It's awesome. It's... THE BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love it. And thus, will write more about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time is now. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2048110134459077695?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2048110134459077695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2048110134459077695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2048110134459077695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2048110134459077695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-dead-yet.html' title='Not Dead Yet.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5434779300707827271</id><published>2010-08-01T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:21:28.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>I find it amusing that it actually takes 2 years to have my blog reach its 100th post. Back then when I was in Form 4, I updated my blog almost every single day, only to have my few awesome friends enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them. :] But as the days passed, I found that there are lesser things to share/recall in my blog, and thus my blogging streak somehow ended. It was a sad thing, really. In all honesty, blogging has been an awesome experience in my life. I have already more than 5 blogs, and none of them were a success. There was almost no hit, not to mention that the stuffs I wrote in all those blogs were nonsense. But this time popped out one day like how the rest did, but it was different. It had readers. And it had managed to put smiles and laughter on my readers' faces. :] I even managed to make a new friend out of this blog! [Cheery~ ;D] Maybe because this blog was just too awesome that I feel reluctant to start a new blog right now. Yes, I usually start a new blog whenever I feel like going back to blogging after a long hiatus. A new blog allows me to have a new and fresh start. It always makes me feel refreshing and more enthusiastic to return for more posts. :] But no, I am not going to give this blog up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I'm pretty glad to announce that this blog[hopefully] is finally back to life again! I know there won't be as many readers as before anymore, and I know that most readers right now would be new faces. But lets make this blog a fun blog to read again, alright? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on to real blogging. Went to SPCA today. Well, before I was deciding to choose SPCA as our group's Moral Project destination, I had good impressions of the place. However, right after when everything was set and ready to go, I started hearing awful stuffs about this place. Really kills the mood, and makes me feel as if it's my fault that everyone might have to go through that because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end when we're there, well, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. The place is pretty alright. At least it's not too packed [but it might be too squeezy for the dogs =(] and we have spaces to move about. But it's pretty sad that we weren't really given much attention. We weren't provided with guidance, or at least even a litte tour around SPCA. Instead, when we first asked someone for a work to do, we were brought to the Charity Shop to clean up. Well, alright then! So we buckled up and started arranging everything in there, especially folding the clothes donated by all sorts of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through tidying up the clothes, we started talking about how people are sometimes very selfish. Even if they were all donated stuffs, it was pretty obvious that people only donated them because they couldn't use it anymore. Some of them were torn, some of them were stained pretty badly, and all that. It was a pretty sad thing, especially if you consider that SPCA is a pretty rundown place. One sad fact is that, if this SPCA were to be in some other countries, it would probably be more well-equipped, and the donated stuffs would be in better conditions. It feels as if the Charity Shop is the Junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we're done with tidying, we went back to the kennels and spent more than an hour standing there, doing nothing. No one cared about our presence, except of course, the dogs. Around 12.30 to 1pm, finally someone asked for us to do something. A volunteer approached us and asked if we're here for voluntary work. I said yes and guess what? We were pretty much scolded. She said we were there doing nothing, except for standing around looking everywhere blankly. Well, that was pretty offending. But anyways, she gave us a job, calling Jinq Yee and Er Whey and myself to clean some of the puppies' kennel, change the newspaper that was stained with their faeces and urination. Halfway after we did that, another woman came by and yelled at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried to defend ourselves by saying that it was someone else who called us to do it, and that woman said, "Oh, it's that volunteer again! She always asks other people to do that! You can't do that! Gosh!" Etc. So, we were once again left with nothing to do. But then the woman asked us to refill all of the puppies' water supply, and after we did that, she said we were to wait for the puppies to finish their food and clean their bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. The puppies were all sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we asked for anything else to do that, and she shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More waiting. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was already 1.45pm and we couldn't stand waiting there for someone to yell an order at us, only to have another person come by and yell at us for carrying out that order. So we left. As bad as it may seem, we did. But at least, a couple of dogs were being adopted in front of our eyes. So it was all pretty worth it if you ask me. At least we managed to come and meet some awesomes dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh. My post must be boring. So sorry. -___- It's been so long since I last blogged, so yeah. Lets hope I'll still return tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-5434779300707827271?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5434779300707827271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5434779300707827271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5434779300707827271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5434779300707827271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/08/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5364896955863182961</id><published>2010-07-27T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:47:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post?! OMGITSAMIRACLE!</title><content type='html'>Yes, apparently, due to high demands (or should I say persistent demands? xD), I decided to return here for this night to put up a post for people who actually still comes back here. o.O Actually, I don't even come back here anymore, so I'm pretty surprised when I saw new messages in the chatbox. xD You people are too loyal, it makes me cry. :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before I even knew it, I'm already at the third week of my second semester in CPU. Probably used to the life by now, but it's pretty sad to lose the few familiar faces we used to see so much during our previous semester. Miss all those good ol' seniors. :'( But now that we're on the second semester (third for some), we're seniors! And juniors came rushing into CPU now and it's up to us to make them feel like home! That was what I told myself before, but I guess people probably don't need me to be there for them huh? xD They are already standing pretty well on their own two feet. So I'll just be at the corner...rusting...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that depressing actually. Heck, I don't even know what I was typing. If you do understand my post until this part, do let me know. Haha. I don't understand what I'm ranting at all. Long hiatuses on blogging does stuffs to your blogging section of your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to ranting about my life. So, second semester is here, which means... I'll be graduating from CPU by the end of this year. What does that mean? Simple. Applying to as many universities as possible and as soon as possible. *sigh* I knew from before that this would happen, but since CPU isn't really as widely accepted as A-Levels or SAM, we'd have quite some problem when we're applying to universities outside of Canada. But it's still awesome to know that Canada still has our backs. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first choice from before was always University of Melbourne. They have quite a reputation, plus the entry requirements weren't too high. But of course, things wouldn't be all that perfect. Melbourne, as we all know, has freakingly high living expenses. Plus, even if I were to enter Uni of Melbourne, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to get into Veterinary Medicine because after first three years of basic studies, only 120 people are chosen to enter the Doctor of Veterinary Medicine course. So yeah. I wouldn't want to enter and waste my three years only to know that I can't do Veterinary, but Biotechnology or some other Science subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to have another choice. Murdoch University then came into mind. Murdoch U is a university in Perth, and apparently, has the best Veterinary course in the whole Australia. Plus, Perth has practically lower living expenses than Melbourne, and the tuition fees are cheap! Seriously. I doubted them at first though, but wow, when I flipped open the booklet on entry requirements, I was shocked. In fact, I was somewhat discouraged by that. (Explains why I was emo yesterday.) They actually allow students with average of 65 to enter for all the courses, but only Veterinary courses have to have at least 97 for SAM to enter. And for CPU students? Case by case basis. God. I feel discouraged, really. Makes me really sad cause I was really hoping that Murdoch U might accept me so that I can at least live my next 5 years in some countryside. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third choice? Massey University in New Zealand. New Zealand has always been the country I wanted to do my tertiary education at. Probably because of the influence by my brother, and that I just love the fact that there's no overcrowded super huge cities there. Peaceful life. :] But was once again struck with disappointment when I saw that for international students, we have to take 5 tests in New Zealand to see if we qualify to enter. I mean, we fly all the way to New Zealand, and if we fail the tests, not only do we have to waste that airplane ticket to and fro, but we even lost a golden chance to study at Massey U? No way am I betting my future over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next choice came up by the last minute, and is probably the reason why I was able to wipe off my emo-ness yesterday. (Of course, along with the awesome encouragement by my awesome friends. :3) Ireland suddenly came to mind when I was talking about studying in UK with my online friend. I said to myself before that if I were to go UK for my studies, the only place I'm going would be Ireland. So, I was pretty nervous when I was checking out all the universities in Ireland for Veterinary courses. At first, I was completely in despair as I had to cancel off one university by one university. Finally, I could no longer take the pain. I went to google, and straight off, I typed 'List of Veterinary universities in Ireland'. Miraculously, one poofed out! And guess what?! University College Dublin is the exact same university my cousin is studying at right now! I'm so relieved when I saw that, and at the entry requirements page, they even stated that Canadian diploma is considered for entry. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, those were my top 4 choices of universities for now. But I'm still going to apply for universities like the Canadian universities, University of Toronto, McGill University(that is if I can actually gain entry), Guelph University after those two, and other universities in America like Cornell University(once again, almost sounds impossible). Probably end up applying for at least 10 universities, haha. Wow! I rant a lot, eh? At least you guys have a post to read now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, makes me feel like I'm really getting older now. It's sad. Plus, sooner or later, every one of us will be at separate parts of the world. Sad, but yeah, inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-5364896955863182961?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5364896955863182961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5364896955863182961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5364896955863182961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5364896955863182961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-omgitsamiracle.html' title='A Post?! OMGITSAMIRACLE!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3685605348157565179</id><published>2010-04-23T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:12:19.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>When there is a will, there is a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that. But I have no will right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's no way I can put up a blog post tonight. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, guys. Tomorrow. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-3685605348157565179?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3685605348157565179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3685605348157565179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3685605348157565179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3685605348157565179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6560232694419022143</id><published>2010-03-07T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:59:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blalala~</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking off a lot lately, in terms of both blogging and my studies. xD I wasn't as enthusiastic to post lately, don't know why. Sigh. It's sad. T_T Plus, probably because of my own slacking off that people started to run away from this frozen wasteland. xD And now, my studies, lol, I've definitely loosen down a lot. I used to be so nervous and cautious about all of my subjects. But lately, it's not as eager as before anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought I should update something about my CPU[Canadian Pre-U] life. So, what are the pros and cons of CPU? I guess I'll talk a little about it, seeing as most of my readers are not knowledgeable about it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. Seriously similar to a uni life.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, I know, how can I know it's similar to a uni life without even getting into a uni? At least, I thought I learned about uni life through TV shows, I guess. And to me, CPU is really the closest one to uni, in terms of lifestyle and classes and the systems. For one, classes are categorized by subjects. Like, I go to this class for Bio, and that class for English. And my classmates for both classes are different, since everyone took all sorts of different subjects for their semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A mix of races.&lt;br /&gt;I would have to admit, before getting into college, I thought it was so hard for me to join people of different races. No, not because I'm racist, just, I wasn't exposed to such a lifestyle yet, ever. But after I got into CPU, I thought to myself, "Oh my God. So I'm supposed to be able to get close with them?!" in a timid way. I thought I couldn't clique with them. But surprisingly, right now, I can. I'm really surprised, cause the first time I tried talking to them, I couldn't! My lips were shut tight, I was scared, and lol, all I could do was listen. Culture shock much? Lol. And even most of the teachers are Canadians! At first I'm afraid I would be seen to be one of the lousier students, but right now, I'm getting the hang of things. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Much more free time.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. At first, everyone thought CPU would be the busiest, with all the assignments. [Since scoring system in CPU takes up 70% in assignments, and 30% for our final exams.] But it is a whole lot different. At least, by comparing it to my friends from SAM. =P Chua and Hng seem to be complaining about homework and tests everytime. xD [Don't know about Sherene. Lol.] And, as I've said before, my classes are only like...altogether 3 hours and 45 minutes everyday. And I get a 2 hours and a half breaktime in school. I start classes at 8 and end at 2.15. If I don't have to wait for Sherene and Chua everyday, I'd reach home before 3. And then I'm free for the day. Yeah, much more free time. [But why did you say your college life is hectic?! Me: LALALA~~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gained confidence, and a more interactive environment.&lt;br /&gt;I've gained lots of confidence, really, in CPU. Before I got into CPU, I'm one hell of a coward. Lol. Even though my friends still see differently about that. -.-;; Ask my parents, [and maybe even Junneh] and they'll say I'm shy. =P However, in CPU, I start to learn to be much more outspoken. At least, right now, I guess I can just start conversation with people who I don't know already. But sometimes, there are moments when I still fail. xD;; But I can say, I now have quite a number of friends who are not having any same classes with me at all. We just know each other through some club activities, friend's friends [Sareena from Hng, Sin Thoong from Kai, etc. xD], and I'm grateful to CPU for that. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are more, but now I can't come up with any. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Probably the biggest con in CPU: Lack of acknowledgement from universities.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm pretty sure CPU people will try to deny this. xD But it's still true. Compared to A Levels and SAM, there are still a lot of universities who don't acknowledge CPU results. It's a huge reason as to why CPU is still not yet as well-known as the other two programmes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Less competition academically.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. A Levels and SAM test papers are probably more...how do you put it...standard? Their papers are the same for everyone. I don't know about A Levels, but SAM, their test papers are the same as those in Australia. So that's probably why their certificates are more acknowledged than CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't really work well for people who don't have a good grasp of English.&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal opinion. I think people who take CPU should at least have a better basic of English. Although we'll still learn a lot in English in CPU, still, I personally think the level of English in CPU is high. I won't try to compare it with any programmes, in case I offended anyone, lol, but I'm just stating CPU itself. Since most of the teachers in CPU are foreigners, I guess English is usually the only way to communicate here in CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hard to get a closest group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;This applies to me. I'm not sure about everyone else, but yeah, it is to me. CPU people are more...outgoing. They join in anyone they know, even if they just know each other a day or ten years. That's how CPU people are like. And I'm not someone like that, at least, I am always not someone like that since I was young. I don't know if I will change. So, I tend to be alone if not with Chua and Sherene and Hng. xD;; Maybe I do join Michelle and Alyssa too sometimes, after school, but their breaktimes are different than mine. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. Sigh. I'll update some other time. Have to rush my English assignment which I've been delaying. o.o;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6560232694419022143?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6560232694419022143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6560232694419022143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6560232694419022143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6560232694419022143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/03/blalala.html' title='Blalala~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-4205220077495449216</id><published>2010-03-02T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:58:11.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Dedicated to Her</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Well, if you happen to come to my blog just so you could find something to laugh, ha! You ought to leave. =P There's going to be nothing in this post for you to laugh. Besides, this post is just dedicated to her, in which I'm not sure if she knows who she is. But ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, when I read about the stuffs you wrote, I was deeply hurt. Proofs? Well, I thought the previous few posts are living proof. [Though they aren't living things...] I went moodless for the whole day. At first, I thought I was one of those who was heartless, those who won't feel even a tiny single bit of sadness even when things like these happened. [Since these things always happen to me.] But ah, am I surprised that those stuffs had greatly affected me. For the whole day, even until the time I laid down on my bed and tried to sleep, my heart still felt heavy. I was still sad, hurt by those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be honest and say, you're probably the only person in the world who is able to make me feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that at times I can be insensitive to others. But truly, lately things are not very smooth for me. Many unfortunate things is happening to me now, or at least, not to me, but to the people around me, especially my family, my mother. I felt like she has no one else to depend on right now, so she came to me. And as her daughter, I felt like I take up this responsibility to be there for her, even though I don't want to at times. But really, being there for her is harder than it sounds. Every single pressure she had felt, I'd say, almost 70% of them were transferred to me. I feel sad for her, I feel like I have to do things for her, to lighten up her mood. And all these things not only hurt her, they are slowly affecting her health. As a daughter, I don't want to see my mother suffer like that on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, college is fun, I have to admit. But not everything is. You might get into facebook and prove me wrong, but really, it's very very very hard to get friends. You might think that I'm doing just fine, by looking into my facebook profile. But I'm not. They are friends, but just friends. So far, I have two closer friends, but that's all they can be. Nothing more closer than that. Why? Because I can find no time to hang out with them. Their breaktimes are the same, but different from mine. So I can't join them. I feel left out sometimes when they hang out after school, but I can't. And that feeling was heavy, and hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only time I can be myself is when I am in my room. Trust me, privacy is my best friend. I love being alone in my room. Somehow, I feel free, I don't feel the restriction around me that I felt in the outside world. I don't have to be a good daughter in my room, I don't have to be a good friend in my room, I don't have to be a good student in my room, but just myself. Hence, that would probably explain why I prefer being alone than going out with friends. I'm sorry if you hated it, but it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as I love being in my room, I was hurt so much more than I thought that day, was probably because I read about what you wrote in my very own room. My room was my sanctuary, the only place I felt like myself. But to have to read something so hurtful in my sanctuary, it felt bad. Really bad. I'm not trying to blame you or pity myself, but I just hope you know how I felt. And well, I trust that you can hear this from the other people as well, but really, after classes in college, when I got back home, time passed really fast. It was as if, one minute later it's already 10pm! It's not that I'm getting busy, I admit, but having to attend college everday is tiring. So, whenever I came back home or have weekends, I tend to try to stay at home, just so I can get my rests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that's not the main reason why I rejected your invite before. [Ha. With that one sentence, you'd probably guess who you are now.] Only reason why I rejected was because I wanted to avoid someone there. And well, as to why I'm doing that is a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm... I just want to say, I'm sorry for not being able to be there with you. I admit I had ignored you, but deep down, you still have a place in my heart. You might say that I got hurt that day was because I thought you would understand, understand what sort of a person I am. I don't really like to show my feelings throughout. I tend to think that people around me can understand my feelings towards them, without any actions to show them. So, I thought the same applies to you. But yeah, I was hurt because I was disappointed, I suppose. I was sad that you didn't understand. Because out of all the people in the world, I thought you would understand the best. And maybe that's why I crumbled when I knew you didn't get my feelings. But judging by my character, don't worry, I won't be distant from you just because we lost contact for a long time. Really. I trust that closer friends don't need time to let them know how close they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I was actually going to write something to you. But I didn't. I can't, I took a pen and a paper and nothing came out. Then, my mood got worse. I felt angry that I couldn't even express myself to you. I felt that I failed, not only as a friend, but as a person for myself. The day after, we met. I was supposed to pass to you the stuffs I've wrote, but since I wrote nothing, I can't. That day, you might have thought that I did not read your post already. But I did. And I tried. So hard. I tried to act as if things were just normal between you and I. And I sincerely believed that. But... The fact that you're hiding it too was just too painful for me. I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, I've always been confused as to what I should do. Surely, I couldn't leave a friendship just like that? So please, if you managed to read this and know that it's for you, let us just leave this matter behind us, shall we? =] I was actually trying to ignore everything and just treat everything just the same, together with you. But I can't. I felt I had to say something. And I did. I hope you'll understand everything from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, know that I would never try to ignore you, nor avoid you. But also, please understand that I have my troubles in life too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. It's the past now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-4205220077495449216?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4205220077495449216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=4205220077495449216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4205220077495449216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4205220077495449216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-dedicated-to-her.html' title='A Post Dedicated to Her'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6547003763625441316</id><published>2010-02-27T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:35:22.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Posting</title><content type='html'>I've chosen the wrong day to be moodless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, goodbye, big brother. :] Have a safe trip back to Auckland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the moodless-ness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Triple post of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6547003763625441316?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6547003763625441316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6547003763625441316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6547003763625441316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6547003763625441316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/02/triple-posting.html' title='Triple Posting'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2077695462624453009</id><published>2010-02-27T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:05:17.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Post~</title><content type='html'>Yeah well, it's a double post today, partially is because I can't get my mind off stuffs, and it's been making me moodless for the first half of the day. A couple of stupid things happened in my family again, and well, lets just say life isn't as bright and happy these days as people would have thought when they see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of frustrating to know that you have things you would like to do, but you don't have the mood to do it because of some stupid things in your life. But I'm pretty sure only a few people would understand what I mean by stupid things right now. I'm not really sure if I should voice it out, but thinking about it, I have no one to talk to about these stuffs either. It's not really anything bad if you ask me, I mean, about having no one to talk about these stuffs, but they are just stuffed within me, and made me waste my lovely Saturday like this that it's maddening. Only thing I feel like doing right now is to sleep. But meh, if I did, there goes my lovely Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny though. I have this strong urge to list out the stupid things that were angering me these days, but I don't want to. I guess, it's because I don't want to point out anyone to blame, because I sincerely believe that for these problems to appear is not of anyone's fault, but the only one to blame was the word 'misunderstanding'. But either way, even if we try to clear the word away from our life, it would probably require some arguments, which might not always end up a happy ending for everyone. And to prevent that, I guess, the best is still to stuff everything back, hoping that these heavy feelings would leave as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is also at times like these that I would remind myself of what I would usually do to kick my mind off these things. I would play some computer games, but nah, kinda bored of them right now. I guess I would go to my PS2, cause that is like the only thing I trust in this world right now, but nah, even my PS2 can't lift my spirits up. And so, I would come up with something people would have thought to be funny. Somehow, I think the best companion I ever had was my own Luschka. He's a great listener. It's like he knows when you're having some moody issues. He would sit down beside you and lay down beside you, quietly listening to you as you pour your heart out. Maybe it's for that reason that I will always love him, despite all the times he disobeyed me and ran off. Maybe that's why everytime when he runs off, I would feel worried and sad that he wouldn't return. But every single time he ran off, he returned. And that's when I would sigh with relief, deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, let's leave the sad topic for now. :] I must say, I've been returning to my roleplaying life and it's been keeping me nailed on my chair for a few hours. Though I'm nt as active as before, but I've definitely started some fun roleplays that I hope would last long enough for my own entertainment. Other than the positive stuffs, I've also stumbled upon one exceptionally annoying person, but blah. And well... Other than roleplaying, I've been keeping myself busy with Photoshopping. xD Been Photoshopping for almost 3 hours last night, working on only one picture. The end product wasn't at all that satisfy, but I guess it's enough. It's the first time that I've been doing on a style like that, so I guess I did alright. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="flan copy by FujiNoMokou, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45872893@N03/4390228230/"&gt;&lt;img alt="flan copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2758/4390228230_77dd434504_o.jpg" width="400" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Flandre signature. xD Look properly and you'll see a third image there. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this is also something I've done for the first half of my day today. It's not as satisfy as anything, probably because of the lack of mood, but I thought it wasn't at all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="scarletsisters copy by FujiNoMokou, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45872893@N03/4390700815/"&gt;&lt;img alt="scarletsisters copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4390700815_4eb7f5435f_o.jpg" width="400" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flandre and her sister, Remilia. x3 Awww, the Scarlet sisters. [Yes, they are vampires, muahaha!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But well, with MagBook here to accompany me, I guess my mood has been improving a little by a little. I still have to come up with something to cheer myself up for the day. No idea what, but heh. I'll definitely come up with something. xD Anyways, thanks, for anyone who has been reading this post. :] Your support really does encourage me sometimes in life, but yeah, enough of the chessy stuffs and teenage angst. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2077695462624453009?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2077695462624453009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2077695462624453009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2077695462624453009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2077695462624453009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-post.html' title='Double Post~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6717611408607909517</id><published>2010-02-27T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:43:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am tired. For many reasons. I feel like I have an obligation to everyone in the world. And I feel like without obliging to them, I fail. And when I fail, people doubt me, blame me, etc. And then when they need me again, they come back. And when I fail them, they leave and continue to doubt and blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the world I'm living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be perfect everywhere in the world, careful with my every move not to offend anyone. I have to be careful in showing that I love everyone, that I care for everyone. I have to be careful to not go over my limits. I have to be careful to make sure that I can be happy myself. But it just seems that the more careful I am, the more I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Then should I not be careful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not careful, I offend people. If I am not careful, I was said to ignore people. If I am not careful, I was said to be overdoing things. If I am not careful, I was said to be a selfish girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I not be careful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore. No one cares how much effort I put. Not one even try to see. They think that every smile and laughter on my face are genuine. But they are not. They are just there because of the need to oblige people. They are just there so I could hide the feelings deep down. They are just there so that people will not see the worse side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate having to be so stiff everytime. I feel tired when I'm with people. I feel tired that I have to be perfect in everything. I feel tired that people expected so much out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just, let me rest, okay?! I cannot have a thousand brains to oblige a thousand people! I trusted you all, but you all failed me. I tried to tell myself to ignore those feelings deep down within me, and continue to smile even though I'm doing something I don't like, just so you people can feel happy about it! I tried so hard! I really did! And just, look, you damned people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you don't want to see, just get the hell out of my sight for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel oblige anymore. I don't want to be responsible anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO BE MYSELF, OKAY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6717611408607909517?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6717611408607909517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6717611408607909517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6717611408607909517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6717611408607909517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-1075004306172354896</id><published>2010-02-17T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:25:48.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Porn 8D</title><content type='html'>No, don't misunderstand. Lately, there are a lot of people from the porn websites who would add me up in MSN and just asked me those porn questions. Yeah, Sherene, they might be the same as the ones who added you before. But I doubt. These people who add me are mostly from the Western countries. And lol. They are all just robots. Ish. Would prefer it if they are human. Then I can have fun...insulting. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of a conversation I had today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;where did you get my email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;where did you get my email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;think i saw u on hi-5..you're on there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;i was there&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm 24/f you're male right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;nice, I just got off work and finally got some time to relax ..what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much&lt;br /&gt;it's afternoon over here&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get to my homework soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Nice..I'm feeling a little naughty ..lol..U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm horny lol ..sorry if that's forward ..is that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;err&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind as long as you don't go into stuffs like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;I need a man who can make me squirt..have u ever made a girl squirt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;and never intended to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;lolz yeah i need it babe...i'm so worked up..wanna see what i look like?? i've got a sweet ass that loves attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;suit yourself... ur prob a virgin anyways... peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;you guys don't really mind doing this kind of things with both males and females huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Like a transformer robot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;do you cam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean do this kind of porn things through internet with both males and females&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;just wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;whats a bot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;if you would be so kind&lt;br /&gt;i would like to have my questions answered ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Well i don't do msn cam or any other cam because i have been recorded before... But i do know one site you can watch me on cam, that assures me no one records...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;so you guys seriously don't mind doing with boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Do you want to see me on my cam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;im just curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok go to http://twurl.nl/u600nv accept the invite on the page baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;not interested in seeing&lt;br /&gt;just hoping to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;sweet, fill out ur info..takes 2 secs..don't worry it's free!! i can't wait for you to see me baby let me find something nice to wear or maybe nothing at all ..k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;do you read english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;if your internet is slow the site will load a bit slow, but don't worry, you'll see me sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;like i said&lt;br /&gt;you should buy a dictionary and learn what my sentences mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;its the sites policy to ensure no minors get access to the site, so they might ask for CC to verify your age babe...but again no worries it's free!!! k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;read before you reply&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;What color Panties do you think i should wear? i might have you favorite color here somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't even concern&lt;br /&gt;READ, woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Your such a good boy, i'm gonna show you what good boys deserve.. you can tell me to do anything you want me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;im a girl&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;you have short term memory loss?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me know when you get in so I can invite you directly to my cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;are you blind or you just don't know how to read? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;u have to enter a cc, atm, or debit card so they can tell your of age, thats the ony way to see me sweety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;ah, thanks for the info&lt;br /&gt;but seriously&lt;br /&gt;answer my questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;k you in yet babe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;not toss me random informations that doesn't concern me&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;and never will =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalithaProphitizepw@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;answer me~~~&lt;br /&gt;nudge~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ? ghas??? ? d??a? ? )( So many hypocrites and bitches~ ) says:&lt;br /&gt;hey~&lt;br /&gt;you there?&lt;br /&gt;im interested now&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;just come back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. The last part was unintended. Lol. I just want her to return so I could insult more. What? I'm bored. D: But yeah, the robot was probably programmed until that part only. Omg. I just find these bots utterly stupid, that it's so funny. xD I had another one who talked to me in the same way before, but instead, that one was dumb-er. This one still had minds, sometimes. But yeah. I would hope that there are more who will add me so I can insult again. Lol. I'm weird. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm no porno girl. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-1075004306172354896?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1075004306172354896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1075004306172354896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1075004306172354896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1075004306172354896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/02/talking-porn-8d.html' title='Talking Porn 8D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-85517949446725671</id><published>2010-01-30T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:07:43.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! PHOTOSHOP MADNESS~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol. Suddenly, I improved a whole lot in Photoshop when using my Mag Book. :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4314057374_2ae619068d_o.jpg"&gt;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4314057374_2ae619068d_o.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like a movie poster, eh? This picture is for the roleplay I used to post right here, if anyone remembered. :3 And if you're curious to know who is who, in case you remember the characters' names, Coren[the cat] is the guy at the bottom right side. While Kaila[the human girl] is the left hand side one. The princess Coren was searching for is the one in the middle, Myria. And the raven who fought with Coren at the starting of the roleplay is at the upper right side. [Feels like I'm talking to Hng only.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4314986193_a128e5a635_o.jpg"&gt;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4314986193_a128e5a635_o.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4314986193_a128e5a635_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is something I made to join a banner contest in the other new roleplay forum I joined. I don't like it as much as the others, but I used the longest time to do this one, if compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4314066770_f05edf7c04_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4314066770_f05edf7c04_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is for my personal use. :3 She is Hijiri Byakuren, a new character from Touhou. I love her, she's a saint! Oh and, Sherene, the song you and Chua listened in my house and loved it, yeah, it's her song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4314994951_93bbfef16d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4314994951_93bbfef16d_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nia. YuyukoxYukari signature. Always love these two characters as best friends. :3 Also another Touhou signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the REAL pictures that I promised you guys... Well, sorry. I can't find the camera. D: I'll post them up once I get the photos of my college pals. xD [This Tuesday I'm snapping pictures in college. x3] So, most probably I'll get all the pictures up in one shot. So, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mood: Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music: White Lotus. [again] [x3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Anime: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-85517949446725671?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/85517949446725671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=85517949446725671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/85517949446725671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/85517949446725671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-photoshop-madness.html' title='OMG! PHOTOSHOP MADNESS~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2945295881173802429</id><published>2010-01-29T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:09:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Him...or Her.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was this litttle tomboy who waited by the guard house of a certain college called Taylor's College. She was waiting there for her friends to come, so that she could return home with her friends. When they finally arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to Maggie's house, the first thing that had happened was the sounds of the renovation of the house came sounding about their ears. But what had bothered Maggie was none of this. She rushed into the dining room, and ran about to look for her maid, Maria Luz Nadua. 8D And upon seeing how rushed Maggie was, Maria grew to be curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Oh dear. Whatever is it that made you like this?&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: It's...It's...It's...HIM!&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Him?&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Or her! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Ohh~! That one! Wait just a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Maria headed over to the grandmama's room and got a box out. Upon seeing the box, Maggie ran over without second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: He's/She's here! Ahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Sher &amp;amp; Chua: WAHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Maggie set the box on the table in the hall, and couldn't wait for another second to open the huge box of mystery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM. [or HER.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;HIM/HER: Nice to meet you too.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: My name's Maggie, what about yours?&lt;br /&gt;HIM/HER: Oh, hello, Maggie. My name's...wait, what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Oh, silly. It says your name over here. *points at own head* It's Mag Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Oh yeah!! I forgot. Yeah, nice to meet you for the first time, Maggie. The name's Mag Book. Pretty nice, eh? *chuckles* You know, Mag Book, MacBook. *lol-ed*&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Oh! That's why you're called Mag Book! Who gave that name to ya?&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: I think it's a monkey by the name of...Chua...&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Oh! That one! I see... So anyways, when's your birthday, Mag Book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Oh, my birthday? Of course, who can ever forget my birthday? It's the same day as a sheep called Shin Bee! No wait, Xin Bei! It's the 25th of January.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Wow. Nice one. That's a lot easier to remember. So, anyways, what can you do, Mag Book?&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Well, well. That's a hard question to answer, cause I have too many to answer! First of all, I have a super-duper-fast-and-smooth speed. Next, I also have this super clear webcam, with all sorts of crazy features. Also, I have this one row of touchscreen thingies! You can just click on them to listen to music, to lower or increase the volume, to switch the bluetooth on or off, etc. The keyboards glows too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Seriously?! I'm impressed! What about your exterior look, Mag Book?&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Oh, geez. You just look for the impressive questions to ask, eh, Maggie? Such a difficult fellow.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Well, I am white, exteriorly. And black, interiorly. And basically, I'm cool. =P&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Wow. Quite an attitude you have there, Mag Book. Do you have some sort of password on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Oh of course. It's *censored*.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Wow, who would have thought that that's your password!&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Yeah, that's the whole point, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Right. Anyways, since it's our first meeting, mind if I snap some photos of you and with you?&lt;br /&gt;Mag Book: Sure. No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that was the fated meeting of Maggie and Mag Book. And the two of them lived happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! The photos! Right! Erm... I'll get it up soon. The photos need permission from Mag Book to get it up. It's copyrighted, that's why. So, be patient, people! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mood: Sticky. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music: White Lotus. [Touhou arrangement.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anime: Cowboy Bebop, Michiko e Hatchin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2945295881173802429?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2945295881173802429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2945295881173802429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2945295881173802429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2945295881173802429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-i-met-himor-her.html' title='How I Met Him...or Her.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2867874854504932649</id><published>2010-01-27T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:52:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huuuuuge Delay</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's a delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come back again, please. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what, you say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELL STUDIO XPS 16 of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as well as updates in my college life. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2867874854504932649?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2867874854504932649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2867874854504932649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2867874854504932649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2867874854504932649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/huuuuuge-delay.html' title='The Huuuuuge Delay'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2674059284652520165</id><published>2010-01-25T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:00:12.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELL STUDIO XPS 16!!</title><content type='html'>IT'S HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For photos, please come back here again tomorrow. :3 Charging my laptop now, so I don't wanna destroy it. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Shin Bee, my laptop has the same birthdate as you. :3 Lets celebrate your birthdays next year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2674059284652520165?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674059284652520165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2674059284652520165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2674059284652520165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2674059284652520165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/dell-studio-xps-16.html' title='DELL STUDIO XPS 16!!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6040153558750976451</id><published>2010-01-16T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:56:28.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Time at Skype! :D</title><content type='html'>Lol. So guess what? Today, Shin Bee and I did something fun together...with Jun. =P [Lets hope he won't read this post.] Well yeah, we skyped together today. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skype wasn't really my favorite thing whenever it pops up in my conversation with Jun. &gt;&gt;;; Though today, I'm the one who mentioned it first, he kept on bugging me to skype so I had no choice. But then, Shin Bee appeared out of the darkness and saved me! =P No, actually, I talked to her first before I talked to Jun, but ah well. Then, she said something like she having an oooold Skype account that she hadn't used for years. So, you got it. :3 I forced her to skype with me and the Americanese. x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least with her around, I feel better. Skyping with him only was weird. So, when it began, we had quite a little problem because of Junneh. D: His Skype was in jeopardy, but we all managed to get it up anyways. So, it started with Jun saying, "SPEAK." Then Shin Bee kept on calling me to talk in our other conversation in MSN. xD I didn't want to, but in the end, Shin Bee and I spoke in Chinese, ignoring him. xD At first, he didn't quite know who was who, but eventually he got it by you know, listening to what we said[in English].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Shin Bee had a nice long chat with him while I do my other stuffs. xD Then, Jun started to speak something weird, after he heard some other voices from behind him. Shin Bee and I are listening carefully, at the WEIRD language. LOL. At first, Shin Bee and I asked each other if that was Korean. Then I said if Jun was tricking me all this time about his race. xD All in all, it was very funny. Lol. It was a combination of all these weird words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, Shin Bee concluded to me that it wasn't Korean, and she even asked if it was Vietnamese or Tagalog[Phillipines]. xD When he came back, we began to interrogate him. xD Then, he kept on insisting that it's Chinese, at least his Chinese. Then Shin Bee asked him to say one word, one word in his Chinese. Then, lol, he didn't even know how to say "hi" and he said it's enough for him to commute with his family. xD I wonder... Then, he came up with something. "I think milk in Chinese is...something like...'niu neng'." LOL. Shin Bee and I laughed out. xD Omg. It's so funny the time we heard it. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, it was more of those random talks. I kinda forgot about what we talked further on. =\ So anyways, yeah. It's just a fun time at Skype, though it's probably my last one with Junneh. =P And well, Shin Bee said she'd love to Skype again. Lol. xD Ah well. That's it, for now. Yong Wen is Skyping with me now so it's a little hard to multitask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, till the next time! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6040153558750976451?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6040153558750976451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6040153558750976451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6040153558750976451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6040153558750976451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-time-at-skype-d.html' title='WOW Time at Skype! :D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-1417487094769993130</id><published>2010-01-15T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:15:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of College = Wow.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhh... Finally, I am able to release a huuuuge breath. Weekend is finally here, and there's nothing better than that! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. College doesn't suck. I may have said it suck yesterday. But no, I take that back. Yesterday, after I got back from college, I can't stop but having this sinking feeling. I laughed with my cousin as we watch the television, I joked with my mother as she was nagging me to study my undang, I did various sort of fun things, and yet, I couldn't help but felt like something was pulling my heart down. So, I decided to sit down on my couch, and just think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I got my answer. And I was immediately saddened by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College life was such a new life to me, that I find it so hard to adapt to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even until today, I still feel like, "Wow! I actually went through all of that today! And yesterday! And the day before!" In college, or at least, ICPU, things are so much more different from high school life. Just like I talked about it in the previous posts, there are various factors. But I guess, it's the feeling that you can never fit into the college society that makes it suck. You turn around and you see people with all sorts of friends, laughing and hugging and playing around. But you look at yourself and you only see one shadow. It's sad. Maybe it's just because it's been so long since I've had no friends beside me, that I forgot how is it that I should make new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were partially my feelings yesterday. I had more, but ah well. But today, things were different. We were given a project during Advanced Functions lesson. So the teacher decided that we should choose our teammates using...err... 抽签 method. Ends up, who knew? Kai and I ended up in the same team again. But, we have a new friend into our social life. She was my second teammate, Evelyn. [NOT CHUA XIN YI. Lol.] She was a very nice girl, very outspoken, and she just amazes me. She walked into class for the first time today, and she hugged another girl in our class, like they were oooooold friends. But that girl looked like she was from some other country. And so I thought that maybe Evelyn was already here for the second semester, and that she knew that girl from her previous semester. But when I actually get to ask her, she actually told me that it was her first semester as well! WOW. And now I thought I'm normal. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, knowing Evelyn was a good start, I thought. But still, my worst fear was still Bio lesson. When I got to Bio class, I waited for Veronica, which is my Tasmanian groupmate, to come so maybe I could try talking to her, since I never talked much to her yesterday, if compared to the first day. But ends up, when Ms. Fikar entered the classroom, she still wasn't here yet! I thought of sms-ing her and ask her about it cause maybe she had forgotten about class, since it was her first period of the day. In the end, I spent the whole lesson alone, and after that, I went over to English class. But before that, I'm gonna continue about Veronica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my classes are over, I went to the Web with Sherene to try out the internet there. It was great. And halfway through, Veronica sms-ed me. ;_; I'm so happy, cause I still wasn't sure whether or not I should sms her, cause something tells me she hates me and wants to change class cause she's sitting beside me. xD;; But when she sms-ed me and told me she was sick and asked me how much did Ms. Fikar taught today, I was just happy. :] For one, she knew someone else from our Bio class and was definitely much more closer to her and me. But, she actually asked me instead of her. Sorry, I know, I can be touched for petty stuffs. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Bio class, I head over to English class. When we got in, Mr. Wise suddenly told us something weird. "Actually, even we teachers don't know something. It's like a glaring hole in my mind. I have always shared about this hole with the other teachers, and they agreed with me as well. Do you know the one thing all teachers never knew?" I was slightly surprised at that question. I really was curious about the answer, but I had no ideas. In my mind, I came up with all sorts of funny answers but I'm not that brave enough to voice out. So, in the end, Mr. Wise told us the answer. "We teachers will never know about...what you don't know." Everyone was surprised, as well as confused with the answer. But after a few seconds, we all understood. After that amusing little trivia, we were brought to the library by Mr. Wise for a short introduction about using the library website. Over there, most of my friends in English class walked with their friends. But, I'm relieved...that at least someone was alone, just like me. And not only that, she was in my group in English class too! Her name was Amanda, and yeah, we didn't really talked much, but we talked sufficiently enough to keep each other company and lose the awkward aura between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I'm content with my progressions so far. Though I've only met 5 friends for now, I know I will definitely meet more of them next week, as long as I am able to voice out. Actually, I know more than 5, but the others are not that close yet. Well, college life was definitely one hell of a life, but it will be a once in a lifetime chance of learning something very valuable in life. :] And I'm pretty sure that I've learnt at least some things by now. So, let's all hope that I'll be having much more interesting stuffs to write here next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I wish Sotong Hng good luck as well! Since she was the one who knew how I felt the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music: Kimi ni Todoke. [Kimi ni Todoke Opening Song]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anime: Kimi ni Todoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Game: Ragnarok Battle Offline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-1417487094769993130?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1417487094769993130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1417487094769993130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1417487094769993130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1417487094769993130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-college-wow.html' title='First Week of College = Wow.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3448785939041140145</id><published>2010-01-14T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:27:38.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICPU -  A New Lifestyle?</title><content type='html'>Sooooo sorry, guys, that I didn't post anything which I was supposed to the day before yesterday. Blargh. I'm waiting for my laptop to come. D: Here goes~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/1/2010 - I Come in Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICPU orientation was over. So what do I think, you ask? Simple. One word would be sufficient to express my feelings for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALIEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was. :D And that's just the beginning of it. During the morning, we reached the gates of Taylor's College early and I went to the Student Central to change my Taylor's free clothes' size. After that, my cousin and I went and took a tour around Taylor, which only ended up taking 10 minutes or 15. When people finally entered the Lecture Hall, we went in too, and well, it's just a normal feeling. Didn't feel anything much yet at that time cause I used to see such a hall before when I was interviewed for the Japan Homestay thingie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When orientation began, the principal gave a few words, and so were the school's extra curricular+UBK+etc and librarian. Then, we were brought to The WEB, where Taylorians use free internet service there with the provided computers. We were taught how to use the Student Portal website, as well as stuffs about our username and password. Ends up, my username did not turn up because I just registered myself last Friday. -.-;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, after that, we went to take our timetables, and there you go. There goes the orientation day. What was alien about that? Now that you mentioned it, I don't know. xD;; I guess, it's just that you don't see people who you know anymore, and it's like an outer space planet to you. No Kwang Huarians except for my cousin and I. Not even 1 person do we recognize from the 150 students sitting there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...maybe I've just forgotten how it feels like having no one you know around you. Of course, Kai is an exception. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13/1/2010 - Breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today's the first day of class. The first day of a brand new life. How was it again, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICPU life was definitely so much more different from high school life. First of all, the people. ICPU probably has more foreigner students than SAM, but I'm not sure about A Levels. At least, in all 3 of my classes, there are about 20% of them who are foreigners. Tasmanians, Koreans, etc. And well, I thought that ICPU students are actually more "englishly"-spoken. Students there who don't speak English are hard to find. Occasionally you would meet some who do know Chinese, but they would prefer speaking in English in the end. I don't know why, it just makes me feel like that. And... ICPU people are gang-ed people, at least after the first day of class. My brother said that in ICPU, no gangs existed so that might change after a while. But overall, yeah, the people are like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the teachers. My Maths teacher, Mrs. Tan was a...how should I say it? She never did wipe off her smile from her face, ever. But somehow, she still had this scary aura about her. I don't know, might be that the first day, first impressions are always a little different from later impressions. And now that I think about her requirements on our homework, I can always feel a little shiver about my body. Lets just say she ask quite a lot. =] My Biology teacher was somewhat similar to Mrs. Tan. Her name was...was...Kvetuse Fikar, so we just call her Ms. Fikar since she didn't want to tell us the pronounciation. When I first saw her, I saw an old woman who doesn't really have a strong body. xD But ends up, she gave me an even scarier feeling. @.@ Don't get me wrong, but well... She didn't smile as much, and maybe particularly because my Biology wasn't all that good, I find her to be a little scary, especially when she explained about her "Dot System". Basically, it's just that every student was already given 20 marks in the final scores. But for every mistakes like uncontrolled absence, homeworks not passed up or brought, etc, we'll be deducted by one mark. And the way she said that was just scary. x.x Next was my English teacher. And wow, I've gotta say something on this one. I ABSOLUTELY ENJOYED MY FIRST DAY OF ENGLISH. Sherene, Chua and Kai would most probably be bored if they need to read this again. xP I won't describe how he's like, but here's what Mr. Stephen Wise taught us to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing he said in class was, "The subject English doesn't really have a good title. I mean, English is made up of so many things, grammar, vocabulary, oral, etc." I was like, yeah, I agree with that. First time I've heard something like this and I agreed with it immediately. Then, next thing was, he wanted to mark our attendance and get to know us. "I'm sorry, guys, but this is the part where I shall butcher your Asian names." Lol. That was funny. xD But yeah. Next up, he passed to every one of us a piece of paper, printed in both pages. The first page was just a simple page about ourself. We have to fill up particulars about ourself so that the teacher would get to know us better. However, the main thing was the second page. Mr. Wise came up with this idea to make us bond with the classmates, and I guess to see how we perform when we were asked to speak publicly too, I guess. It was a page where you are required to interview the person sitting opposite of you. The questions are like, "What's her name? Where she's from?" and "Does she plan to marry? How many children does she want to have?" Lol. So basically, after interviewing the person opposite of you, you have to stand up and, in turn, introduce that friend of yours to the whole class. I like the idea a lot, actually. But at that time, it was just a little too shocking. @.@ I'm nervous, you can't blame me for being nervous at speaking loudly to the whole class of 20 students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was actually fun, in the end. We were only able to finish half of the class. I was able to present as well, and I appreciate that Mr. Wise said that I was natural, and through that little introduction of my friend, he was also able to see what sort of person am I, and that's good(Also that I have good humor :3 When I said unfortunately for the guys, she doesn't plan to get marry...yet.). So, seriously, who wouldn't enjoy English class? x3 After that, Mr. Wise used the remaining 10 minutes to show us one of his blog post, and even introduced his 2 sons and 1 daughter for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third thing is, friends. Yeah sure, I've made a few friends today. Nope, not friends yet, just accomplices. During Maths lesson, unfortunately, everyone was too shy to talk at all, since it's the first period. During Biology class, Ms. Fikar asked me to sit beside this Tasmanian girl. At first she looked as if she was irritated to have me sit with her, so I was kinda scared of her. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth thing is, the timetable. My timetable for the semester was one heck of a timetable. Just for fun, look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8am - 9.15am =&gt; Advanced Functions. (Maths)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.15am - 11.45am =&gt; BREAKTIME. (My GOD! 2.5hours!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.45am - 1pm =&gt; Biology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1pm - 2.15pm =&gt; English 4U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. And that's it. My timetable until June. I don't know what to say about it. It's flexible, but the breaktime was a little tooooooooooo long. @.@ But ah well, I can't complain. =] Having breaktime after Maths lesson was a good thing. I'd be able to finish my homework the moment our teacher gave it to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that's all folks! After school, some things did happen too, of course, with me, Chua, Sherene and Choon Zhui. But lazy to type them. xP So, that's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And LUZ IS BACK~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-3448785939041140145?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3448785939041140145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3448785939041140145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3448785939041140145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3448785939041140145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/icpu-new-lifestyle.html' title='ICPU -  A New Lifestyle?'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-4253682200527186712</id><published>2010-01-11T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:53:29.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahs</title><content type='html'>Purposely went to Lowyat with mum and Ian yesterday. -.-;; I was sick(fever+cough+flu) but for the sake of my new laptop, I sacrificed my own health and got up from bed and sat in the car. God, the headache was killing me yesterday. T_T Ends up when we reached Lot 10, we parked our car there, and walked to Lowyat. The moment I entered Lowyat, can't say I'm excited, because the fever was acting. But I walked straight ahead to the nearest Dell shop anyways, and headed straight for the Dell Studio XPS 16 that was on display there. I touched it once, and my brother asked the salesman if there was a stock. Guess what? -.-;;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Out of stock liao. Sorry." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we wasted 2 hours of getting up to Lowyat and going back home. Sigh. So this model was really that welcomed and loved by everyone, huh? So, there goes my initial plan to Skype with Chua, Hng and Sher tonight. *sighhhhhhhh* (But luckily, I get to escape from the plan of Skyping with Jun. =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yeah... These few days, things weren't so easy for my parents. A lot of stuffs happened, and well, ended up the whole house was a little gloomy for the past few days, even though my parents were smiling. Plus with my illness, I guess these few days won't be such happy, wonderful days. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gloomy days, gloomy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-4253682200527186712?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4253682200527186712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=4253682200527186712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4253682200527186712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4253682200527186712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blahblahs.html' title='Blahblahs'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-8050472887577639118</id><published>2010-01-08T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:06:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>So yes, people have all either continued their blogs, or even started new blogs, ever since SPM was over. However, this one blog was still sporadically updated. Why is it? Of course, it's because I don't have a computer of my own. D: Well, to be precise, I do have, but my computer can't use the internet. So I'm just going to wait for my laptop to come so I can start blogging again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I thought I would have known this but, I'm pretty sure that my blog wasn't going to be as welcomed as it used to be last time. xD Well, this blog's history, right? =P There's a whole bunch of new blogs out there with much more interesting things to read about. Unless my ICPU life was seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously one heck of a life, I doubt I would have anything much to write, cause you know, there wouldn't be stuffs that were done with most of my readers to write anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, though, I might have new readers as well, if my college pals love blogs as well. But what I'm going to say is that... Facebook is a good way to connect us all, but I actually do think that blogs are a better way. =P At least it is through blogs that we can still know how the other person feel or experience some new stuffs we are not familiar of. So, I'm just gonna say that lets not forget about reading each other's blogs. =P Although I may not look like it, I do visit blogs too sometimes, just not that often. xD Not really a blog reader myself, but a blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going to be dramatic or anything, but really, if you happen to change your blog to a new URL or anything, TELL PEOPLE~ Or just post it in your old blog. Or we'll definitely lost contact of each other. In the days to come, we'll definitely be less closer, but at least with our blogs, maybe we'll still have things to talk about when we see each other again. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah. After all the random nonsense, my whole point of this post is just to say this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GETTING MY DELL STUDIO XPS 16 THIS SUNDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-8050472887577639118?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8050472887577639118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8050472887577639118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8050472887577639118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8050472887577639118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2736699393420358716</id><published>2009-12-24T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:38:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postwar Life</title><content type='html'>So, one would assume that once SPM is over, all the time in the world belongs to one. Well, in a way, it is very true. But to a halfboy-halfgirl named Maggie Lee Ling Wei, it's NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 14th of December, once SPM is over, we have to rush to Neway in Centro. After spending 5 hours in Centro, Sherene, Oh, Chua, Bond, Shin Bee and I had to walk in the middle of the rain to get to my mother's car, and squeeze in it before we got to my home. We cooked spaghetti, ate spaghetti, ate pizza, ate cheezy wedges, stroll around Eco-Park, took our baths, watched 'Where Got Ghosts?' and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, which is on the 15th of December, we all left home with the help of my mum and Ian to Sunway Pyramid. Then we all went over to the skating rink and skated. Sherene and I got bored of it so we left after 30 minutes. =P Then, the two of us left to the cinema to watch 1.5 hours of The Princess and the Frog. It wasn't bad though, but we really felt like sleeping because we were exhausted. After the show, we were dead hungry so we went to the skating rink to look for the others. They were just about to leave, at least that's what they said. xD Ends up we waited for 30 minutes to 45 minutes before they exited the skating rink. Then we went to Ichiban Ramen for a late lunch. After that, we splitted our ways and Bond and Chua went to shop for clothes while the others just walked around like idiots. xD Approximately 1 hour later, we left Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond and Chua left with Ian's car, while Oh, Sherene and I left with my mum's car. Mama's bad mood + car tyre poncet is a lousy combination. Ends up we had to drive very slowly until we got to a car-repairing-center. After 10 minutes, we left again and the other car has already arrived at my home. When we got home, once again Bond and Chua sat Ian's car, while Oh, Sherene and I sat my mum's car and we leave once again. After putting down Oh and Sherene, mama fetched me to the factory and I waited until 8-9 something only get to eat my dinner. After dinner, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th of December, I finally got my own personal time to play. Played PS2 for 9 hours, watched anime for 2 hours, spent 1 hour doing everyday necessities, and huala! There goes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 17th of December, I left early in the morning to visit my grandmama. Supposedly we should bring her out for breakfast. But ends up she wasn't feeling well so my mum stayed to chat with her while I sat on the hall melting. Lol. Then around lunch time, I followed my mum to Jusco to buy my class trip necessities. Around 2pm we left to Centro for lunch at "Huang Gong". Then once again we left to the salloon for my hair treatment and washing my mum's hair. Halfway through, my mum was already done so she left first to take the coconut tarts and some other stuffs before coming back to the salloon to fetch me. I got home at 5pm, only to know that my cousin sister is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on playing my computer game so I had to open for her. Worst thing is, I haven't even prepared my luggage yet, but she wanted me to play one round with her. Ended playing 1.5 rounds (0.5 round = game over) before I can get back to packing my stuffs. Mum suddenly came upstairs to tell me we are leaving to the factory at 6.30pm. And it was already 5.45pm. I thought I still had time so I went to use the internet for a while. Ends up 30 seconds after sitting down in front of my brother's computer, I heard my mum screaming downstairs, telling me that Luschka had yet again escaped from home. I ran out of the house, trying to chase him but that stupid dog just don't give me any mercy. I turned back and my mum brought me out with her car. Ends up the dog ran back home by himself. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, it was already 6.05pm. I rushed to take my bath and it was already 6.20pm. After squeezing the remaining things into my 3 small bags, we rushed out. (Note that my cousin sister left at the same time as I did.) Then, we got to the factory and only then did I remember I forgot to bring my sunblock lotion and Chu Xian's birthday message paper. I waited until 7.30pm then we left for dinner with my family. At 8.30pm, we fetched Sherene and went back home again. I took my forgotten stuffs and left home. 5 minutes later, I recalled about my forgotten sunblock lotion again but I decided to give up bringing it. We arrived at Esso around 9 something, and went to 99 Speedmart and 7Eleven to look for Poker Cards and Sunblock Lotion but to no avail. Then we chatted with the other friends waiting and then we left by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs that happened from here on until December 22nd will be mentioned again in the other post, or by someone else. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 22nd, during the night, we finally arrived at Esso again at 8.40pm. Mum fetched Sherene and I and we left for a late dinner at Klang Utama. I had Curry Noodles and Sherene had Dry Noodles. We had little Lobak too before leaving to put Sherene at home. We went home and I visited the little dog my cousin put in my house for the moment as he and his family left for a vacation in Korea. Then, I visited my stupid dog too, and went to use the internet to start new roleplays (FINALLY) and visit facebook. After that, I retreated to my room and watched anime and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 23rd, I spent the day almost like December 16th. However, I spent 5 hours on anime and 5 hours on PS2 instead. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 24th(today), I woke up and immediately I rushed to open the roleplay website to post up my reply for the new roleplay and to start a new roleplay. Then I was told that I was sent to follow my aunt to bring my grandmother to the hospital at 9am. It was 8.15am then. I thought I still had time so I took my time. Ends up I had to leave home at 8.30am so I rushed. Further details will be skipped. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from the hospital at 12 something. Then, my mum and I left to Jusco again to buy the ingredients required for the Christmas party tomorrow. Then, at 2pm, in the car, I was once again suddenly told that we were going to the salloon. I was lazy and luckily the salloon was packed with customers, so we left home first. I used the internet until 3.30pm then I went to take a bath. After the bath, I sat down and played my PS2 for 15 minutes until my mum suddenly said we're leaving to the factory again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I got to the factory at 5pm. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy postwar days, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2736699393420358716?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2736699393420358716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2736699393420358716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2736699393420358716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2736699393420358716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/12/postwar-life.html' title='Postwar Life'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-169787319356614996</id><published>2009-12-16T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:26:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-SPM Rants</title><content type='html'>I AM OFFICIALLY BACK, BLOG FANATICS!!! Yes, finally, after 6 whole months... (Ignoring the previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So before SPM began, I had this idea in mind. Since almost everyone has hibernated from their blogs months before SPM, I should do something different. =P Of course, posting in my blog everyday would make me wanna sit down and use the computer longer, and thus failing my exams. =P Therefore, I had come up with a brilliant plan...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is to write my blog posts in my computer, the 'offlined' computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea began at October 2 and ended at December 14th. So, yes, it is my very own SPM blog! I'm splitting my posts into 2 parts, cause I'm afraid it'd be too long. :3 Posting the second part later, cause I need to post some pictures along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 3rd (Saturday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gooooodddddd... Am lazy to studyyyyyy~ Oh and... Ordered Touhou stuffs from internet today~ =D I wonder, when will it reach? xD *hyper* But seriously... Was not going to remind myself about the price. T_T 2300yen for the items. Now, that's not that expensive... [a.k.a. RM95 for two books from internet isn't that bad] I was so thrilled, and my dad also said it's cheap! However...!!! When I clicked 'place my order' which will be the final decision, I just found out that shipping fee costs about 2500yen. T_T Even more costly than the items itself. GOD! But blah. Dad says it's normal. &gt;&gt;;; Should have flown to Japan again to get those books. So altogether, 4800yen. [RM180] DON'T even think of lecturing me about the importance of money if any of you readers is about to get naggy! xD I love Touhou more than I love myself. =3 And yes, back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. For your information, Touhou's a super duper game I love. x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 4th (Sunday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. Compared to yesterday, I'm kinda down today. ^^;; Wonder why? I guess it's my results' fault. Right after trials are over, we already received 6 papers. Without comparing, I did quite okay, I guess. But after comparing with some of the other people, I began to feel sad and depressed. Though I didn't show it out, and I kept on repeating that I wasn't at all that sad to Sherene, I actually was sad. Well, for one, I studied. Lol. I did, this time, if compared to last year or those years before. I just didn't know why my results could turn out like that. I expected so much from myself, and in the end, I failed myself. I guess it's because I got outstanding results last year, and never did expect myself to fall so much this year. No, wait. I did not fall. It's the people around me who rose up. Without naming who, I guess most of you should already have in mind who they are. They did not get outstanding results last year, but they stood up high this year. So high... So high that I can no longer see them anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Is this because I gave myself too much pressure? I think not. It's just, I'm falling behind. I can't catch up anymore. It's like the race between the hareS and the tortoise. But this time, the hares no longer sleep. But the tortoise did. And because of that, no matter how long the hares take their naps, the tortoise can never catch up, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, people tell me that trial is just for us to get into college. The passport for us to get into it. The real one comes after this. However, those people who told me this, they can never understand my feelings. This is the FINAL exam in school. The last one in school. After this, it's SPM, which is not a school's exam, and then we done with high school. I wanted myself to at least do well in the final exam of high school. But it was disappointing as I did not. If only I had realised all of this before trials, I might have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, having said so much, it all comes down to one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 6th (Tuesday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol. Just found out that I can no longer catch up with everybody else anymore. xD Isn't it suppose to be a sad thing? *shrugs* No questions asked, thanks. =] Just a small hint won't hurt though: Everyone's changing, 'cept me who wants to stay unchanged. Sad, but I'm still hyper. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and. Good luck, PMR-ers for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 8th (Thursday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note to self: Whatever happens, just don't dwell about the past and move on. I can accomplish more than I've set myself to. I know it. Oh and, just recalled that I'm going to have my two Touhou books shipped on Saturday. Yippee! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 9th (Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Pete's sake! Been thinking it's already Saturday for the whole day! @.@ That's what happens when you're up for a week of holidays. School does do you good, sometimes. OH!!! Received an e-mail today too! Touhou books are being shipped today! xD Gonna get it by Monday. God! I can't wait! MONDAY! COME TO MEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal reminder: Jing Nie's birthday tomorrow! Plus Inuyasha final season on Animax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 12th (Monday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GOT MY TOUHOU BOOKS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the brownies I made suck. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;October 15th (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blah. Nothing happened. Seriously. But things WILL happen. :3 Sherene will be coming in 2 hours time, and so are my classmates in 12 hours time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 16th (Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a day! Lol. When I just woke up, I was still surprised by the fact that I actually agreed to let my classmates practise dancing in my house. xD;; And when they all had arrived, it was even more...breathtaking? xD To tell you the truth, my mum was seriously surprised. We didn't even cook enough spaghetti for everyone. T_T Sorry, Kai Chern, Xiu Hong and friends. xD But wow. Never thought that dancing was that tough. @.@ And enjoyable too! [Bond will definitely say "Ya lor hor?! Dancing is nice hor?!"] But really, it was fun today. And I am really looking forward to what you've planned for the other two teams, Kylie. x3 [aka "ah gua" team &amp;amp; hip hop team.] I really like the little hop by the Mario team. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this chance as well, to thank Kylie. =] You've really put in a lot of effort in coming up with our choreography, and even in teaching us. Really, your efforts are well appreciated, as well as your constructive and motivating support. THANKS, Lili! x3 Even though we practised until the legs become black black and pain pain. Or is it just me? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, a final happy birthday to duckie and jying too! =3 And sorry, duckie, cause you didn't have the chance to play my PS2 also. Nevermind, I will invite you guys to come over again, for sure. That time, we play PS2 like siao. [Sherene?] Hng, you can come too, knowing that you really wanted to play it too. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 18th (Sunday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess that I finally know why I enjoy being alone. You know, even the books said the same(horoscope books). I'm someone who can trust people easily. And I'm someone who can be happy for very trivial things. And I'm also someone who gets easily disappointed and annoyed at trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it isn't easy to just forget it everytime it happens, because it didn't only happen once or twice. It has been repeated for god-knows-how-many-times. Okay, so you were told that your family was going to bring you out for lunch, so just bare with the absence of breakfast. Of course, no one would mind that. Neither do I. I waited. And guess what? It was already half past 3 and no one came back. Around 4.30, my mum called me downstairs and said that we're finally going out for god-whatever-meal-this-is. I waited until 5 and they are still sitting down lazily on the couch. It angers me not because we're not going out to eat. It angers me because you people just say things as you like and leave to do things as you like. Well, you know how it feels to wait from morning until evening and yet everyone still ignores you? Okay, if you're not bringing me out just yet, don't call! Just let me stay in my room until you guys seriously want to go out. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes it's right to say with hope comes disappointment. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 23rd (Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. Long time since I've updated. It's been nearly a month, this bloggie thingie. *sigh* Finally starting to get serious about studying for SPM, I guess. ^^;; As well as making a CCZG T-shirt. 8D Of course, the biggest problem now is still the price. I wonder how much it would cost for the 6 of us. I wouldn't mind personally, not because money means nothing, but that our memories would worth so much more than the price, so why mind? At least, that's what I'm thinking. *shrugs* But if people don't want the price, what can I do? ^^;; Funny thing, eh? From a silly little post to a officially formed gang. Haha, never been prouder when I created CCZG. Makes me feel like I've done something worth remembering and treasure. =] Also, seeing as everyone seems to enjoy being in the gang even though no one can tell (Soon Kit and Ah Oh), it really makes me feel like the gang really did bring us all together. That's why, I would really hope that this shirt would turn out well. Oh well, it all comes down to tomorrow, when I start designing. And of course, I finally did the SPM dream thingie. But... Isn't it too late cause by the time I have that thing up in my blog, SPM's already over? Oh well. Self amusement, I guess. :3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4189146011_3eab327944_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 703px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4189146011_3eab327944_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26th (Monday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally designed the CCZG shirt. Currently finding a source where I can get the T-shirt mould. Lala... CCZG's shirt is gonna be out soon, so get prepared guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 27th (Tuesday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Deleted. Too personal. Sheesh. Such an angst-y teenager.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 4th (Wednesday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. It's been a long time since I've last updated. Well, there's only one thing to say about today, and thats...REHEARSAL FOR THE GRADUATION CEREMONY rocks. 8D Of course, I do mean the performances only. It's fun, lol. Before it's our turn, we scared like hell. But when it's time for us to go out and dance, it just feels so nice and fun. xD Seriously looking forward to Graduation day. :3 And... I wonder if my mum will even let me stay back after Graduation day for a class activity. T_T I doubt she will. Sometimes, I would imagine my classmates calling up my mum all of a sudden to tell her that I should attend the class activity. xD But yeah, it's only imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, two more weeks to SPM!! FIGHT~! This blog is gonna reach its climax as well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 5th (Thursday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. The almost-last day of school. Nostalgic? Maybe a little. It just reminds me how fast time flies. One minute I was walking into the school gates of SMJK Kwang Hua on my first day when I was Form 1, and the next minute I'm about to have my Graduation Ceremony tomorrow. I don't think I'll cry, because I know we're still gonna meet. But people bet I will cry tomorrow, so we'll see in the end. xD All in all, had tons of fun taking photos today. Hope I won't forget to snap Su Meng's, Boon Shan's, Bee's and Bond's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 6th (Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. Graduation ceremony was...fast. At least the latter part was. The former part was just, blargh. Nothing to do. Hng, Chua and I were just talking random nonsense, including bad-mouthing someone, impressed by the stuffs 5S1 made for their teachers, Hng and Chua posing at the camera which was not aiming at them, as well as applauding for people we know. Buuuut, after that, all the actions began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, shocking news was heard when Wendy Siao called up Fiona and Eve (but not Mochi T_T) to let them know she's not comfortable and going back home. We were shocked for a minute, standing straight and looking at each other with opened jaws, not even moving an inch, not even breathing at all...! ...not really. Lol. But seriously, we were shocked. And disappointed? Even more disappointed when the school began to play the graduation song cause that's like the song that will pour tears on every graduate's eyes if it was played AFTER the REAL graduation. (But not including me, of course, and maybe Hng too) We were disappointed cause we can't see people's crying faces, as well as not being able to SS during the song with SS. (lol for the pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's off to preparation for the performances! Since we're the 4th team, we have little time to...&lt;br /&gt;1. take voucher from Hian Ee&lt;br /&gt;2. take free lunch in canteen&lt;br /&gt;3. walk back to our classroom&lt;br /&gt;4. find our bags&lt;br /&gt;5. open the polystyrene box&lt;br /&gt;6. take up the forks and spoon&lt;br /&gt;7. take up the bee hoon&lt;br /&gt;8. ...and the sausage&lt;br /&gt;9. ...and the fish...thingie (or is it tofu?)&lt;br /&gt;10. bring those stuffs into our mouth&lt;br /&gt;11. chew on our food&lt;br /&gt;12. swallow the food&lt;br /&gt;13. take another bite&lt;br /&gt;14. repeat steps from step 7 to step 13&lt;br /&gt;15. change clothes&lt;br /&gt;16. excrete in the toilet while we're changing&lt;br /&gt;17. tidy previous uniform in plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;18. tidy current performance clothes&lt;br /&gt;19. find our performing hats and ties&lt;br /&gt;20. ...which Hng and I ended up finding it in the classroom we ate at after running around the whole school&lt;br /&gt;21. run away from class as Push approaches the classrooms and yells at every class&lt;br /&gt;22. run to get ready under the dewan&lt;br /&gt;23. greet the returning Wendy (who sacrificed her poor little stomach to dance with us!)&lt;br /&gt;24. put our hands together and shout random victory calls&lt;br /&gt;25. get nervous&lt;br /&gt;26. say hello to passer-bys whom we know&lt;br /&gt;27. say good luck to everyone in our class&lt;br /&gt;28. look at the previous team of performers who just came down&lt;br /&gt;29. be mesmerised by their...colourful outfits&lt;br /&gt;30. walk up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;31. wait for the song to start&lt;br /&gt;32. ...and just pose before we start dancing&lt;br /&gt;(...and the only person who had done all tiring 32 steps with me was Fiona Hng aka Sotong aka the girl who gets blown away by the wind. *applauds* And did I mention I share the noodles with her? Same forks. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. 32 steps. Sheesh. No wonder Hng says she didn't expect the day to be that busy. 8D But yeah, we didn't dance that great too. T_T We were dead nervous. Ends up most of us dance wrongly. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we started to rest and watch the other performances. Yep, and that means... Yelling, from Yours Truly. =] Those interested in knowing how it feels like sitting in front of me and hearing me yell while they suffer, kindly contact Ms. Fiona Hng or Mdm. Joanne Duckie (Yin Hui aka Lor Ahk) for more information. ;D Also, kinda disappointed that Wendy had to leave again. But she went back home and sleep kao kao and join us again also lah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all the performances are over, my voice was slightly broken. And... The beautiful sights of crying faces... Lol. First person I see crying was Ky Lee, and guess who? Lol. First boy is Yee Hong. He was crying and hugging while talking to Hoong Inn and said, "Where's Khai Chuan? Where's *insert random name*? I wanna huuuuuuug them as I cry~" Okay, he didn't say the last sentence. But the sight was hilarious. And... I noticed that more boys cried than the girls. Chua was forcing her tears out, but failed miserably. Lol. Then there was more hugging, and hugging, and hugging, and photos, and hugging, and hugging, before we leave to have lunch in Klang Parade. Sher volunteered to give us a lift, of course, her mother driving. Speaking of this, this reminds me of a little conversation I had...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*while walking to the school gate* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Sher is fetching us to KP (Klang Parade). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hng: Har? She reach liao ar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: She said she's reaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hng: No, wait. Sherene fetch us ar?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Of course no lah. Her mother. Why? Lol. If she drive then you don't want lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hng: *smiles innocently and turns back ahead*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we had yet an interestingly short time in the car. Basically, it's just noise. There's nothing interesting. And a lot of weight too, as we can feel the injuries the Avanza had on its bumpers. And the injuries Fiona had on her butt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we left to change in the toilet in KP. God. I don't know how long it takes. Long story short, 5 minutes changing, 15 minutes commenting and talking nonsense, 5 minutes for photo snapping. IN THE TOILET. And it's a PUBLIC TOILET. Going on... Lunch was, blargh. I called the wrong thing. But I was okay, I guess. Since I wasn't really hungry anyways. (after sharing Hng's bee hoon xD) Then, very soon, my car came along with Duckie's. So we had to leave. But no, they wouldn't let us. We have to sing songs. Geez. But blah, managed to get away with a couple of lousy lyrics modification of I Love You by Barney and Ke Ren Lai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The others stayed back for karaoke session, but not me, Duckie and Hng. Sad. Lol. I brought Duckie to her car (nice leh~) and I had to take a 5 minutes walk to my car which is at the other side. xD Touching thing is, when I got into the car, Duckie actually sms me and asked me if I'm in the car already. Wow, no wonder she's a mother to 120 little ducklings. T_T  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I slept, ate, studied, slept. The end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and, wanna mention this. During the night, I was smsing with Christopher Low about the RM50 Pn. Lim Sai Kee gave us. xD (Spelling Bee prize lah. Not ang pau.) Then he was sharing with me his experience that afternoon. They went to Bukit Tinggi Jusco. And they went to this restaurant which was empty at that time, so they practically have the whole place to themselves. The boss actually asked them to perform their performance for him to see. Remember their performance? It's the Sponge Bob Square Pants and the Girly Man indian song one. xD Actually, I really like their performance. I think it's my favorite. xP  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, this is all. And there goes our Kwang Hua life. Just. With. One. Random. Blog. Post. =D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in for more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-169787319356614996?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/169787319356614996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=169787319356614996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/169787319356614996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/169787319356614996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-spm-rants_16.html' title='Pre-SPM Rants'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-3416935965969434943</id><published>2009-07-09T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:34:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HELL?!</title><content type='html'>Okay. What the hell am I doing here?! =D Lol. Funny story, I did some little stuffs to pass my days before trial and SPM come knocking on my front door. And I watched and experienced stuffs that I might not even have the chance to in the future. And well, I feel all too weird for not writing any of them down. xD That explains my life without blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I'm not saying things like, "THEREFORE, I AM BACK, YOU BLOG FANATICS!" Cause I am not. =D Just occasionally updating something would be nice, even if blog fanatics get sick of coming back here again. So that at least, I wouldn't feel so...weird sometimes. And at times when I do get bored while using the net, I can at least get my butt here and type some random rubbish out, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is gonna be a short post about...my current random little...hobby. :3 Which is...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not roleplaying, although I've kinda got back to roleplaying... Only one though! And, nope, not PS2-ing, not even close to games and such, but reading tutorials on Photoshop. :D And after reading them, I decided to make one picture for my new roleplay character. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thussssssssssss...!!! I have something to showcase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3704030344_f7f4139c8d_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, this is what I made from reading tutorials. I must say, I'm very proud of it, cause of the improvements. Don't believe me? See some of my older works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/3060349545_2bfd0de71d_o.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vomits blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat and wipes off small patch of vomitted mushroom on my lips* Anyways, yesssss. That's why I love Photoshop. Oh and, did I mention how much I love Photoshop? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh and, of course, GOODBYE TO KING OF POP, MR. M. JACKSON! Cause I just feel like saying that. BEAT IT! 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-3416935965969434943?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3416935965969434943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3416935965969434943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3416935965969434943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3416935965969434943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hell.html' title='WHAT THE HELL?!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-8465532275970941366</id><published>2009-04-30T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:52:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>To people who've read my chatbox, you would notice about my changing behavior lately. xD I don't know why, but every year, I usually face this sort of...dilemma? xD;; I would get so...bored when I start to get online. And whenever I look into my roleplays, I wouldn't have the motivation to reply to them. And as for blogs, well, now you know why I USED TO HAVE tons of blogs. Now, losing my two main reasons to get into the internet [blogging and roleplaying] was the same thing as doing nothing in front of the computer at all. I know, I have these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I've been reading quite a number of blogs lately, to kill time when I'm in the internet. And well, I've noticed. Everyone has a blog for a reason. Everyone's blogs have their own themes. Some write to record what happened everyday, so that they can return to get nostalgic about their past. Some write to relieve their busy life, or just out of fun or habit. Some write to entertain others, as well as to prove that special something that had just happened in their life and sharing it with everyone. Well, I can be quite honest and say that I initially started this blog, because I loved typing. &gt;&gt;;; Seriously, and well, blogskin editing, that's for sure. But when my blog became quite 'famous' among my readers, I began to change my 'theme'. I wanted my blog to be able to lighten up my readers' days, or to relieve them of their stress, as Chying used to say. [Thanks, I still appreciate that comment a lot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I don't know why, I just can't seem to continue what I was aiming for already. It's not that I don't want to update my blog, guys. But it's just that I couldn't write anything entertaining anymore. @.@ I know, you guys would most probably say that I should just blog things that I want to, but not what my readers want to. But, you know. It just isn't the same. You see, I just don't have the habit to record down things that happened in my life. Several times I've started a blog, and all those times I failed to maintain it. And it was only then did I notice, I write not to remind myself of the old times, but I write to entertain people, to let people know what I am thinking, etc. So, it's just different if I start to write things for the sake of writing it. If you get what I mean. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always wanted to maintain this blog, never to let it die at all. But no, now it's different. And that's why, I thought the best thing is that I should just stop blogging for now. I've lost my reason for my blogging, and well, don't let it sound like something dramatic. xD I'm just stating my reasons for my blog's hibernation. =P And well, by hibernation, I do mean that someday, I'll definitely return to revive this little junk. And to be honest, this is my first successful blog. =] And I seriously want to thank all my loyal readers. But, I'm sorry to say, now you will have one less blog to catch. I'm thankful to my supporters who consistently bombarded my chatbox too, even when I'm not updating anything at all. xD I seriously appreciate the love~ =P Not only that, I suppose I'm going to quit roleplaying for some time now too. Happens every year, usually two times a year, but oh well. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, till the next time! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG HIBERNATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENCED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-8465532275970941366?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8465532275970941366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8465532275970941366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8465532275970941366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8465532275970941366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3574503536171058283</id><published>2009-04-26T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:48:04.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is it that everyday seemed...meaningless? @.@ I felt like I've done nothing for the whole day. I've got no motivation to push me to touch my Chemistry books, I've got no motivation to reply to my roleplays, and I've only got motivation to edit some pictures in Photoshop! What's wrong with me, seriously? Not only that, the song in my blog is starting to make me emo and down, for no reasons. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm changing. o.o Random, eh? I used to love surfing the internet. Everyday, I looked forward to get back home and get my butt in front of the laptop and start checking my roleplays, my blog, my e-mails, download new anime music, check out for any Touhou updates, but now? I have nothing to do online. x.x Only reason why I don't want to do anything else is because I know, if I start doing things like watching TV, I won't be able to stop, and the only thing that will make me stop is by sleeping. -.-;; If I start studying, well, I get a feeling I'll go to bed 10 minutes later. And if I go to bed, time flies and by the time I knew it, it was already 7pm! Then, there goes my Sunday. Shoot, I should really find a new hobby. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've went to Jusco in Bukit Raja today. I was going to get my hands on some reference books since I noticed that I have no exercises to do after I've finished studying. I met a couple of people in the bookshop, all searching for reference books. Then, I got back home and didn't feel like studying, so I went straight to my room and start online-ing. And I'm here right now, doing nothing. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do feel like stating this in my blog. =] Thanks to all those who still visit this piece of junk, even though it's been dead since months ago. I feel honored cause every time I posted something after a month, people still return somehow and post their comments. Even though this blog's been dead for months, the chatbox is still crowded. Thanks, guys. I'm sorry I had nothing funny to write to relieve your stress, but I hope reading my blog makes you guys feel better, even though I don't know how. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's some pictures to cure your eyes from reading my rants. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3475874272/" title="100_1217 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3475874272_04797d4cf6_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="100_1217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chua! What happened to your hand?! By the way, that's Ah Khoo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3475064465/" title="100_1221 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3475064465_7a22468293_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to post a picture of Ah Khoo tuition center so here it is! xD But Ah Khoo, everything's so perfect, why did you have to move?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3475065267/" title="100_1307 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3475065267_5630891d7f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid just cooked rendang and she dug out all the oil, and this is all the stuffs we've been eating. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3475876452/" title="100_1417 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3475876452_7fda986952_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry har, eat finish only I take photo. But, the sauce damn scary leh. I feel like I'm drinking blood. &gt;&gt;;; It's the onion's fault, by the way. But still, it's delicious. But it makes your rice pink. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna showcase a little something I did in Photoshop, or to be specific, Adobe Imageready today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3402/3474946023_df4bea7243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sanae signature. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3475040971_1652edf02d_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Flandre signature. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3475851004_119ab4252d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marisa signature. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think only Bond will know these characters lah. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye for now. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Been a long time since I did this. &gt;&gt;;; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Bored, feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Again. [Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood OP, sung by Yui]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Games: Warcraft, Subterranean Animism.&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/1593359883089706110-3574503536171058283?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3574503536171058283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3574503536171058283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3574503536171058283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3574503536171058283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3475874272_04797d4cf6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-8402924209906883241</id><published>2009-04-25T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:16:07.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths &amp; Science Trip</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, our school's Maths and Science Society organised a trip to Petrosains, Aquaria and Hi5 Bread Town, as most Kwang Huarians knew. I joined the fun as well, being the Assistant Secretary for Science Society and all, so this is a little something for me to share with you all who didn't have a choice and had to miss it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all gathered at school around 7 to 7.30. I was late, you know, as one of the AJKs, since I didn't know that AJKs were supposed to arrive at 7. T_T Sorry, guys. But still, I'm better cause I still arived at time. But dear, dear Ah Oh. Guess what? We were supposed to leave at 7.30 and yet he woke up at 7.30! xD Ends up, everyone was waiting for him in the bus. There were a couple of times when Pn. Lim told us to leave without him, but Bond insisted that we wait a little while longer. And well, finally he arrived, if I'm not wrong, about 7.50am. We left the school then, and everyone was already secretly plotting a punishment for him. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived right outside of KLCC about 30 minutes later. Then, we continued to wait. Cause Pn. Lim was hoping that we could get tickets to walk the skybridge. But I knew it as impossible. &gt;&gt;;; My brother had to go there at about 6.30 to 7am to get the LAST tickets. What hope do we have if we're reaching there at 8.30? ^^;; So, we waited still, since the Maths Society AJKs are still hoping to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8.45am, we got down from the bus, and decided to go to Petrosains anyways, now that the sad news of not being able to get tickets spred to everyone in the bus. But before we could go to Petrosains, some of the students wanted to eat, cause they haven't had their breakfast. Then, it's off to KFC. Had a little breakfast there, well, not me, but I went to the toilet just for safe keeping. Then, we're off to Petrosains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there for quite a number of times before, but it's been a few years already since my last visit. Everything's still the same though. xD Except for some new additions by the end of the trip. We snapped pictures all around, and well, we had quite a nice time playing the Brain game. Basically, you have to clear your mind and focus on the ball in the center of the table. Once you're focused enough, you are able to move the ball with you brain power. Seriously. But it's not that easy. You have an opponent as well. And he'll do the same. You two have to compete to be as empty-minded as possible to win this. I only played a couple of rounds, but it's fun. I forgot to snap some pictures there, so no pictures on that part for you all. D: But the boys [Yee Hong, Wei Heng, Boon Siang, etc.] were quite entertaining when they were playing that game. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that brain game, there was a slide this time. Just a normal slide you see in playgrounds. But the thing is, everyone was so eager to play it. &gt;&gt;;; I did not, cause I have to carry cameraS. =P But you know what? That pays off, cause I've managed to record some interesting videos. No, actually, one video...when Ah Oh is sliding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SPEAKER. That's what everyone says in their blog whenever something bad is going to kill your eardrums. Well, I'm saying the same too, but just, not too loud for your own sake. xP I know, I'm caring, at least not like the others. [*coughs* Sherene *coughs* Wei Yang *coughs*] So, there you go! The horde of pictures and video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1309 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3471743343/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1309" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3471743343_bd311c0b1b_m.jpg" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture we snapped when we just entered the real Petrosains inside. =) Us and some other Maths Society people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1314 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472554964/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1314" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3472554964_a02709370e_m.jpg" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah! Beware of the T-Rex! And I'm so scared that I almost choked our dearest Roasted Duck! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1324 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472556364/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1324" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3472556364_aafdd0d232_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest Ah Oh. Losing his life at such a young age. Why do you have to resolve to killing yourself by lying down on a bed of nails?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1325 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472557724/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1325" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3472557724_77aa86a5db_m.jpg" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Susu [Su Meng] with our infrared heating thingie! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="100_1329 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472559312/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1329" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3321/3472559312_031a825ace_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted Duck and her trip back to the outside of Petrosains. Don't cry lah, Duckie~ I'm right behind you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1332 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3471753019/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1332" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3471753019_0c14dc2647_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh darn it. Everyone's looking the other way! By the way, we're leaving Petrosains. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=7c720b19d7&amp;amp;photo_id=3472562848"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=7c720b19d7&amp;amp;photo_id=3472562848" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Oh and his adventures of sliding~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so we're supposed to leave Petrosains at 12pm. But we came out at 1pm. And you know what that means? SOLDIERS, MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! IT'S LUNCH TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3471753951/" title="100_1334 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3471753951_3b31e98959_m.jpg" alt="100_1334" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we're off to Aquaria. Aquaria was a little too crowded, in my opinion. Hence, I didn't quite enjoy my time there, except the last part where we get to stand on the escalator thingie and watch fishes swim by. But well, duh? Isn't all aquariums like that? -.-;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1341 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472564768/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1341" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3472564768_e323f27939_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry it's a little blur. All the 'sua bas' from Kwang Hua can't stop moving to touch the fishie. I just had to take this picture down. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1350 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472565600/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1350" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3472565600_9399e4560c_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spot the little guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1363 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472566408/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1363" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3472566408_072595b8c2_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reminds me of chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1377 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472567238/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1377" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3472567238_bbf44b9a49_m.jpg" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this. Art. Seriously. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1393 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472567992/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1393" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/3472567992_443cca707e_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Oh's good friend. Quoted by himself. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="100_1413 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3472568896/"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1413" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3472568896_22245194b2_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in the souvenirs shop, wearing kiddie hats just for photo snapping. Seriously, what's so great about snapping photos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, after Aquaria we went to Hi5 Bread Town. No photos here. Too tired and sleepy to take them. &gt;&gt;;; Not only that, the grumpy 'tour guide' had to rush us during the whole trip. I understand that we arrived late in your factory. But there's no way you can talk to visitors like that! D:&lt;&gt;&gt;;; But, in the end, we got free breads anyways, so we can't complain. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We reached back to our school by 6pm. And then, we're back home before we even knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all, folks. Tell you what, I'm so tired that day, that I slept while lying down on the floor in my hall. -.-;; My maid called me up, and I crawled up to the couch and continued sleeping... Until my mum called me up and I crawled up to my room and sleep once again. ^^;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, I'm so sad to say that, I didn't have an interesting picture. It was in Su Meng's camera, and I think she deleted it or something... When we're in Petrosains, I told her to try the asronauts' sleeping bags in the rocket. And I even asked her to close her eyes. And oh my God. Guess what? She looked like a dead person. I knew I should snap a picture of her with my camera. *mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, there you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-8402924209906883241?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8402924209906883241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8402924209906883241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8402924209906883241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8402924209906883241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-science-trip.html' title='Maths &amp; Science Trip'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3471743343_bd311c0b1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-2657033390889435752</id><published>2009-04-23T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:05:44.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POST, PEOPLE! =DDDD</title><content type='html'>Lol. The title was just so I can get your attention. =P I'm not even sure if people still come here, but I heard from some loyal friends that they still drop by here, hoping to see a new post. =] Thank youuuuuu~ Especially Bond and Sherene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was going to post about the Science and Maths trip to KL, but I gave up. Not today. Maybe the weekends are better. So, I'll talk briefly about something I'm sure most of you are very familiar with: CCZG. In case you guys haven't noticed, the first anniversary of CCZG just passed by, and I missed it! Darn it. During the early of April, I still remembered! I swear! But then, it just flew past my mind... And there was I, wanting to surprise everyone in the gang by shouting "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!" ^^;; But I guess we'll have to wait for next year to say that again, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, time flies. It's already a year since our gang was created. Many fun things had happened. Many great things were done. And many wonderful memories were made. I still recall the history of CCZG so clearly in my mind. =P Of course, I'm the one who started it. xD *mumbles* ....Only because I'm lazy to keep typing Oh, Sher, Hng, Chua, Soon, Ling, so I typed CCZG to replace everything... *mumbles* I still remember, the moment I told them about this idea of CCZG, they loved it. And even now, we all still love it, except maybe Ah Oh, but he seemed to be quite attached to it either way. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have a 'cabinet' for our gang. Of course, our well-known President is none other than Abner Oh. He's the one who contributed to the gang's title, Crazy Cheap Zheng Gang. [note Cheap Zheng, one of his old favorite quotes] Not only that, he seemed like the only person that time in our gang to be able to stand as the leader, and I believe most of you understand what I mean. xD Next up is Evelyn Chua. Erm... She is just the usual non-stop-talking-cricket. =P Believe you me, she can talk for quite a long time without stopping, and whenever she starts speaking, no other voices can be heard. &gt;&gt;;; Not only that, she is known to be unable to withstand quiet moments. xD And next is the 3 ministers. What is a country- *coughs* gang without ministers? We have altogether the Minister of Laughter, of course, that's Wendy Siao, =P the Minister of Insanity, Fiona Hng [although she wasn't suitable at first, but believe me, now she is the perfect choice], and lastly the Minister of Sarcasm, Adam Tan. [Soon Kit, if you don't know. xD] Sherene ar, you guys know about her liao lah, so I don't wanna talk about her anymore. xP MoI [short form for Minister of Insanity], aka Fiona Hng is the skinny girl in class who gets blown away by the wind quite often. [well, not literally, but it can happen, if she gets lost in a country with hurricanes.] On the other hand, Adam Tan is, of course, a sarcastic guy. [hence his title, duh?] Don't think he's your little quiet, obedient boy in class who smiles and never talks back, cause you're seriously wrong, I mean WRONG. First off, he is not a quiet boy, and he is not obedient XD, and no way is he the sort who won't talk back, cause he seriously does. Okay, that's all about the members. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, CCZG has actually accomplished quite a number of stuffs throughout the year. At first, we had concluded that we wanted T-Shirts of our own, name tags, anthem, slogan, etc. First off, name tags are a success. Anyone interested in them, please refer to one of our members to take a nice, good look about it. As for the others, they were all failures. D: We designed our T-Shirts, but then we gave up because of the prices. Anthem? Seriously, the best status in music in our whole gang would most probably be me, who had stopped piano since I was 12. So, there's no way anyone of us could do that. And as for slogan, I suggested one, which I thought was stupid, so I dismissed it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I would say more, but I'm lazy to right now. Even if it's only a year, our gang has achieved quite a number of stuffs. And you know what, guys? I'm thinking about starting a new blog, in which all the CCZG members can post to. You know, a CCZG blog. Since half of our members have our own blog, we might as well share one to tell the world about our gang. Just a suggestion. =] And by the way, I'm thinking of hats/caps this time instead of T-Shirts, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated 1st anniversary, CCZG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2657033390889435752?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2657033390889435752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2657033390889435752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2657033390889435752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2657033390889435752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-post-people-dddd.html' title='NEW POST, PEOPLE! =DDDD'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2644277452095361492</id><published>2009-04-02T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:07:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mischiefs of Ah Khoo Tuition Center</title><content type='html'>Good title? Took some time to come up with it. =P I've been wanting to have something more light-hearted, funnier, something to read just so one can relax, etc in this blog. And well... I just found out that my Add Maths and Physics tuitions are quite interesting and amusing, especially Add Maths class. Maybe you guys won't find it exceptionally funny or anything, or even lame, but I'm gonna put them up here, some of the jokes I've jotted down. It might not do you any good, but it will certainly do, to me in the future when I wanna get emo by reading old stuffs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a short introduction, Ah Khoo [Khoo Mun Jye] is not only my tutor, he is also my cousin sister's boyfriend. Used to be a great student, excelling in both academics and co-curricular activities, etc. Let's not talk about that, shall we? =P I can imagine some people suffering if they continue to read on compliments about him. xD *coughs* The BOND *coughs* Anyways... He's my tuition teacher for both Add Maths and Physics. For Add Maths, he has a total students of 6 in our class, namely myself, Kai, The BOND, Chua, Shin Bee, Ham aka Hanley and Chow aka Jing Nie. I'm gonna talk more about Add Maths classes, so I'm just gonna skip the Physics part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remembered some of the jokes, and well, as I said, I can't confirm the hilarity, so you guys just have to test your luck. =P I will skip some other jokes too, as I know I am unable to express them the same way I heard them. And... Some of them may be edited a little cause I can't remember some parts like who said them, or what exactly did they say, etc. I'll try my best to stick to the original. xD [it's like some sort of copyrights or something...] So... Yeah well... I'll skip the rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sore Hands Produce Untidiness&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Teacher ar, your girlfriend hor, her writing is very ugly one. But your writing is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;[ I have to explain a lil' sumthin' sumthin'. Ah Khoo's Gf, in other words, my cousin sister, is Chua's, BOND's, and many others' Accounts tuition teacher. And she is quite famous for her fierceness. =P ]&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: Ooooh... I'll help you pass the message to her lah.&lt;br /&gt;Chua: No lahhh... But her drawing is nicer mah, your one so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: *kena shot* Okay, I will think about my mistakes and correct them. *sarcastic matter*&lt;br /&gt;BOND: But, your writing also ugly lah, teacher. *points at the white board*&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: No lah. It's because today I work until my hands very sore mah.&lt;br /&gt;BOND: Ohh... Then you must have sore hands everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Basic Trigonometric Identities&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: Okay, so today we're going to start on a new subtopic, called Basic Trigonometric Identities. Now, who knows what this subtopic is about?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *with full, and I mean, MAXIMUM confidence* BASIC TRIGONOMETRIC IDENTITIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Geniuses, Professors, and Just Silly Us&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: You see, we always do maths using this procedure. You know why? Because if we use the other way round, it's not easy you know. In the whole world, 99% of people knows how to use this proper procedure. And only 1% knows how to use the procedure upside down. So, those who knows how to do these procedures upside down are geniuses, they are called professors one you know! But sad thing is, these people, usually kids, will commit suicide because they cannot adapt to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Wahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;BOND &amp;amp; Chua: But we wanna try! *does the procedures upside down*&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: Okay! I give you guys one question! See how long it takes lah! Look at this? This is the normal procedure we usually do right? Now do the other way round, starting from the answer, and cannot refer har!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *do the question with utmost efforts* *...and took quite a long time*&lt;br /&gt;BOND: Then, here must do this loh. There must do that loh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah! Tomorrow BOND's coming out in newspaper! A new professor commit suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...if you understands what that means... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hurry up~!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *do the example Ah Khoo gave*&lt;br /&gt;BOND: *done*&lt;br /&gt;After some time...&lt;br /&gt;BOND: Eh, teacher. Hurry up leh. Next example.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: *glares* Waseh... Very fast hor someone. *stands and walks around* Hurry up lah! Someone complaining liao ar! Hurry up lah! *yells at whoever hasn't finished the example* *walks back to BOND* Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Manly Voice&lt;br /&gt;Someone [forgot who]: *makes a voice that sounded girly*&lt;br /&gt;Ham: Yer... So girly girly one...&lt;br /&gt;That person: Aiyah! *takes his pen or something*&lt;br /&gt;Ham: GIVE IT BACK LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Chow: Wahhh~ So 'man' oooooh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fat meh? Thin meh?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *sketching sin, cos and tan graphs*&lt;br /&gt;BOND: *finished*&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: Here too thin already.&lt;br /&gt;BOND: *widened eyes* *brings up the book* Mine very thin meh? Thin meh? Thin meh?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Khoo: *stares* You're not so thin also lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's for now. Sorry if all of them didn't turn out well. =P I'll upload a picture or two of the tuition scene later if I can. Tomorrow Sport's Day liao, have to go to bed early. Night~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-2644277452095361492?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2644277452095361492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2644277452095361492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2644277452095361492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2644277452095361492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mischiefs-of-ah-khoo-tuition-center.html' title='The Mischiefs of Ah Khoo Tuition Center'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5072905660752958609</id><published>2009-03-28T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:43:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Yep. Today's Earth Hour. I first heard, or rather, read about it in Shin Bee's MSN's name. I was like, "What is that?" Then weeks later, I began to hear about it more often in newspapers, televisions, and even from my classmates! So, I began to feel like supporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would feel weird if I were to start talking about mother nature and stuffs, because it would sound more like Shin Bee or Max, don't cha think? Someone like me? Talking about mother nature? Nah. It's weird, even though I do, deep down, love mother nature. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at first, as expected, my family wasn't too happy to hear about Earth Hour from me. And, as expected, they thought it was like...a waste of time, etc. And I was thinking I might have to support this event by myself, in my dark little room. But, nope. Thanks to the mass media, they managed to convince my mother to support this event as well, and well.. You know, once the Queen has decided on something, the entire "nation" has to obey her, at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rushing home around 7.30pm, to bring us out for dinner. But my brother wanted to fetch something in Klang Parade, so we had to purposely drive down to Klang for him to get it, and drive back to Setia Alam 'cause my dad wanted to eat in a seafood restaurant there. By the time we got there, my mother's like, "Eh, Mag. It's already 8pm lah. Cannot make it in time." Eh, I know. But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished our dinner, we got back home asap. On the way back, we peered out of the car windows to observe the houses. Yes, there were some who didn't switch off their lights, but there were a lot of them who supported Earth Hour in Setia Alam. What's more amazing is that, when we drove back to Setia Eco Park, there were so many dark houses! On the way home, I was like, "Thank you! Thank you for all your support!" as we drove past the dark houses. And whenever we happened to pass by a bright house, I would say, "Eh! Baaaaaaaaaad boy! Or girl." xD Yeah, mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got back home, it's already 9pm. I rushed to switch off all the lights outside of the house while my mother and my maid struggled to get the doors open. They couldn't see which key they were holding. xD And when we got in, I ran to switch off all the lights as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole house is dark, our whole family gathered in the hall, watching TV. It's a great thing, cause somehow, by supporting Earth Hour and playing our roles to help our mother nature, we can even find chances to gather around together and laugh together at the Taiwan game show. ='] Touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted to take his bath around 9.10pm. I told him he could just on the toilet lights if he really wanted to, but he insisted on using a torch light instead. xD So he dug a torch light from the bartable and went upstairs by himself, with a torch light. xD So good lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were late in starting, we ended late too. And surprisingly, it was my mother's idea. Lol. She insisted we switch the lights on at 10, and yelled at us if we were to switch it on earlier. Funny how things turn out. But eventually, as 10pm arrives, we switched everything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. That's what happened in tonight's Earth Hour. I'll try to remember, and I'm sure that Shin Bee will remind me next year, about Earth Hour again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Better than usual, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Avatar: The Last Airbender [if you count that as anime], Chrno Crusade [rewatching the climax for fun], Death Note [maid wanna watch it xD].&lt;br /&gt;Game: Subterranean Animism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-5072905660752958609?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5072905660752958609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5072905660752958609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5072905660752958609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5072905660752958609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-2361903346124905234</id><published>2009-03-28T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:07:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something.</title><content type='html'>I know this is early in the morning, and that this is a sudden update, but... I guess some people are still wanting to read my blog. So I guess I'll just...write something. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just as my last post said, I was spending my days in a boring rhythm. But at least these days, with school about and homeworks, tuitions, I didn't have the time to say "I'm booooored~". But what's worse than boring is that my mum kept on calling me to start revising for SPM right now. And when she said that, she meant those sort of crazy revisions that starts from mornin' and ends at 12 in the midnight. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, other than that, our CCZG life back in school is starting to get back to usual, I guess. Although, I would have to admit it's not as crazy as last year's. *points at last year's blog posts* I may come up with another new CCZG Experiment, if anyone of you reading did read my blog since last year. But for now, I'll have to observe the CCZG members first. =D *sounds like a spy mission*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna bring up something Ah Oh said yesterday, during Bio lesson. We were learning about the locomotion of birds, with their aerofoil wings that assisted them in flying. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: If I have those aerofoiled wings I'm sure I can fly also!&lt;br /&gt;Chua: You can fly? Fly already then only see lah!&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: Then I'll be the first flying human~&lt;br /&gt;Me: You? Fly ar? Just take off then got people shoot you down loh. And then later they frame you up and put you in museum, as the first flying human then got loh.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: Eh. If I'm still alive leh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alive mah send to Zoo Negara loh!&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Later send there too noisy somemore. But I think a lot of people will take your photo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yalah. Later too noisy all the animals come attack him when they are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I know it sounded lame and all. But that's all I gotta post. xD And, I'll try to update my blog moooooore often. ^^;; As well as the Japan trip. x.x;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Just woke up, whatcha expect?&lt;br /&gt;Music: Some old Touhou music.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None, YET.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None, YET.&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/1593359883089706110-2361903346124905234?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2361903346124905234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=2361903346124905234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2361903346124905234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/2361903346124905234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-something.html' title='Just something.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3110038360006899885</id><published>2009-03-13T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:55:49.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. 8D</title><content type='html'>I never knew I was so...determined! Strong-willed! Anything else you can think of! =P I just wasted 1.5 hours to find all of your photos [those who I link], 1 hour to edit them, and 10 minutes to upload them! [just like how I told THE Bond xD] So, be happy that your face is there. xD Not only that, I edited the HTML for this blog skin in only 15 minutes today! Yeahooo~ New record. =D Oklah, my hooray rantings end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but... Life seemed much more meaningless these days. &gt;&gt;;; If anyone here is observant enough, you'll notice that my MSN was revealing to the whole world that I'm bored and I need something to do. x.x I don't know why. I just finished the anime I bought, so no animes. I tried to watch Astro, but every single time, I can't find any good channels to watch. I tried playing games in my computer, but I got bored of every single one of it. I tried playing my PS2 and continuing Persona 4, but I stopped after 30 minutes because my eyes just couldn't take it anymore. x.x Seriously, I'm booooooored to death. Then, I sit down right in front of the computer and stare at the screen, trying to think of ANY websites to go. First, I would check my roleplay site, but no one replied to the roleplays yet. Then, I would check my e-mails, to see if any Japanese replied me or not, but no one did. Then, I would visit the PC game Touhou Series to see if there are any updates, but nothing! Argh. Then I ended up in friendster again to see if any of the groups I joined are still active, and once again, NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I'm living these days. Damn boring. It was to the extent that I grew frustrated, and &lt;br /&gt;feel like punching anything that comes in my way. So, I tried to help myself to occupy some free time. I noticed the links in my blog wasn't done yet, so I started off by searching for pictures. I never expected for the search to ended up as long as 1.5 hours. I felt like giving up anytime soon, but no, I told myself I would be bored until death if I were to stop now. &gt;&gt;;; Then, I thought of blogging something. But.. Nothing comes out from my mind, darn it. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh... I need to find some new hobby. x.x Roleplaying is good, but it's useless if you have no one to roleplay with, or lack of ideas, like how I am suffering right now. -.-;; Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this part of my suffering end? T.T I want my busy life filled with entertainment back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Moody.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Touhou UFO, World of Goo, Scarlet Weather Rhapsody, Warcraft, Final Fantasy 7, Persona 4. [I played loads of games, I know, but I stopped every single game after 5 minutes. -.-;;]&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/1593359883089706110-3110038360006899885?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3110038360006899885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3110038360006899885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3110038360006899885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3110038360006899885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-8d.html' title='Wow. 8D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3775448781229170119</id><published>2009-03-12T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:02:32.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blargh.</title><content type='html'>...'cause I've got nothing to post about. 8D Just too free, and well, feeling like writing a new RP so I'm gonna think about that later. Anyways, haven't been updating that much lately, because we've been doing less crazy things this year. &gt;&gt;;; Although the laughters are still there, it ain't something in particular to share about anymore. D: So, erm... If you're actually coming here to get your laughing cells all worked up, =D, I'm sorry. ^^;; There's nothing funny in this post today. Just some...random things. But, no, Sherene. No touching stuffs or emo things. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone in Malaysia knows, today is the day SPM results are out. And well, I don't really have anything in particular to talk about...except that our cheap zheng president [Ah Ohh~] is too excited for...no-one-else's good. I wonder what would happen if he were to take his own results next year. I think he will invite all of us to karaoke until morning and go to school together. Hey, not bad wad. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard many good news this time, although there were bad ones too. A pitiful boy in S1 failed 4 subjects. But other than that, heard that 2 of our students got 13A1, straight. Not bad lah. But hear this out. &gt;&gt;;; My cousin, the one from Sekinchan [Sherene and Soon Kit sure know], took 14 subjects. And, walao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...He got 13A1, 1A2. Crazy people. Chinese got A1 somemore. Still tell me his Chinese very lousy. Not only that, he told me his school got about 5 people got 15/16 subjects, and more A1 than him. All mad people one. -.-;; I think we are the most modest one lah. All 10-13 nia. Except for Goh Yew Yip lah. =P My cousin still say 13A1 not enough, 14A1 better. Darn it. The most I can get also 11A1, but impossible lah. How to score straight A1? Study like hell. @.@ And people know I'm a lazy person, so... Don't expect me to get more than 8A1. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... It's our turn for SPM liao, this year. Don't know how will it turn out. Lets all pray so that this year the exam very easy lah. We monkeys [except you, sotong and xin beh xD] are very lucky one, right? We can sure use our luck and get easy questions and good 'marker'. Always mood very good one. Maybe I should draw a picture to make the 'marker' smile when she/he mark my paper. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yalah. Like that loh... What more to say? We can't decide our own results so... Let it be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. For those who used to read my roleplays... And that you still want to read it. Tell me. =D Vote in the poll. I've created a new one for the roleplay. It's got quite some progress, for your information. =3 I think I got save the old replies in my inbox, even if the site I used to roleplay in was deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... That's all for today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not people will complain that I update too slow. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Love Jump - Kure-nai OP.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Kure-nai, Zoku Natsume Yuujinchou.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Touhou UFO [dumb name xD].&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/1593359883089706110-3775448781229170119?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3775448781229170119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3775448781229170119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3775448781229170119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3775448781229170119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blargh.html' title='Blargh.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-8426878414141363598</id><published>2009-03-07T12:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:56:06.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs, Choir, and Goo Balls.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all! It's gonna be about frogs, choir and goo balls today! =D First of all, I am gonna apologize to every living thing who found their ways into this junkyard, cause I'm not updating enough junks in here. xD And that... This might be my longest post ever! Took me 4 whole hours to get all these up. Especially the darn video and the photos. -.-;; So, erm... Let's go on to the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you might already know, we of the Science Society of SMJK Kwang Hua held a frog-dissecting experiment last Saturday. Since some of the CCZG members can't attend this wonderful yet cruel activity, I've decided to tape the frog dissection by our lovely teacher, Ms. Nurul Aida so that everyone can watch it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm... I might as well talk a little about what happened that day. During the morning, we woke up, each in our own little room in our own little house, thinking that today's activity might be awesome! We left our houses, all with anticipation, and a little mixture of...anxiety? Not really sure how to describe that, cause we're all afraid to actually cut the frogs at first. &gt;&gt;;; So, anyways, I was having breakfast with my family, eating Nasi Lemak [damn nice, the one in Setia Alam! xD]. Until suddenly, a phone call broke this peaceful family meal. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cheh! It's Chua. So, she called and asked where was I. And I told her I would be at school around 10. So, I thought the phone call was about to end, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got no frogs leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dum dum dum....!!! No FROGS?! On a FROG dissecting experiment day?! Wow. What luck. Anyways, we began to contact each other quite frequent, and asking our parents for help, etc. Until, in the end, Chua brought a miracle upon the Science Society. =D She bought them! Although they were...smaller than we hoped. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all got ourselves ready in the classroom. [Darn it. Pn. Thulasi(dunno how to spell &gt;&gt;;;) go and mistaken the classrooms, so our classroom and bomba one clashed, ends up we use the form 1 classroom.] Some of the fellow loyal members came early, and were enthusiastically chatting to themselves. Some even approached the frogs inside the plastic bag and were like, "Eeeek! Ooouelch! Yahhhhh!" whatever squeals you can think of. [and mostly from boys... cause, most of our members are boys. *coughs*Wei Heng*coughs*Hoong Inn*coughs*Yee Hong*coughs*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10.30am, our teacher arrived, and the dissection begins! =D And yes, yes. Here's the video you all been waiting for, impatiently... Muahaha!! And also, thought I should add this: I was mostly looking at the other side while taping this. xD So, erm... Buckets would be useful, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-718885176128494558&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video changed~ Sorry about the problem, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so during the dissection part, you can hear squeals from the students, or as I described in my weekly journal homework in school: the boys are actually praying so that the Mr.Frog can rest in peace. xD I'm not too sure if I taped the teacher's voice clearly or not, because she was actually explaining every single thing, in and out, of the frog. xP So, erm... I recall one boy saying religious things like, "Oh Lord. Such cruelty!" and such. *shrugs* [&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm... The dissection process was finished, and it's time for the students to dissect frogs themselves, in groups. At first, I thought no one wanted to get involved in such an activity. I thought everyone would try to avoid it, after hearing their boyish squeals. xD But, no, I was proven wrong. As the camera...human, I walked around, taking random photos and all. And well, the results were kinda...well, indescribable? Still, pictures say a thousand words, and I'm pretty sure I can't describe something more than a thousand words, so, alright, I'll cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334865414/" title="100_1074 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3334865414_8882711811_m.jpg" alt="100_1074" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Playing games before the dissection thingie so that the losers would have to arrange the tables. xD I know, lame. =P&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334862810/" title="100_1070 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3334862810_17febd52fd_m.jpg" alt="100_1070" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;People in groups, and well... Ah Oh waving his hand. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334040951/" title="100_1083 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/3334040951_b0484e5888_m.jpg" alt="100_1083" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Everyone, listening intently to the lecture before the dissection.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334038605/" title="100_1081 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3334038605_1b0c74b515_m.jpg" alt="100_1081" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Teacher, preparing the dissection stuffs.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334870802/" title="100_1079 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3334870802_e08f2f6c14_m.jpg" alt="100_1079" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Froggies in the plastic bag, waiting for their unknown deaths. ;_;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334887420/" title="100_1105 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3334887420_f102c148e2_m.jpg" alt="100_1105" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;This bunch are not our members! Wait... My father is in there too! [Yew Ping. xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334957734/" title="100_1100 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3334957734_61c24ac52c_m.jpg" alt="100_1100" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall name this group: the S3 group! Although got one more is not from S3 lah...&lt;br /&gt;[Group included Ah Oh, Soon Kit, Vern Sen, Wei Heng.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334884990/" title="100_1104 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3640/3334884990_e774db254b_m.jpg" alt="100_1104" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;One of the groups. ^^;;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334895738/" title="100_1110 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3321/3334895738_e592f8a128_m.jpg" alt="100_1110" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Another group.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334900500/" title="100_1115 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3615/3334900500_053b509ced_m.jpg" alt="100_1115" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Walao. All so ganjiong to see one frog. Including you, Chua. xD&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334898058/" title="100_1114 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3334898058_db5711d033_m.jpg" alt="100_1114" height="64" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;The overall scene that day. And a little 'zao heng'. Sorry har...&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334069111/" title="100_1131 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3334069111_497798d74e_m.jpg" alt="100_1131" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Successful attempt. Though... Goodbye, Mr. Frog! T_T&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334071211/" title="100_1132 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3334071211_21402d3dcb_m.jpg" alt="100_1132" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Ouelch! Hung Chang did it. Yes, I mean Tan Hung Chang. &gt;&gt;;; [wait, I think the spelling's wrong. Oh well..]&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that ends the first part: frogs. On to the choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, we went to watch Shin Bee's performance. Ah, this part of the post might be shorter... xD [Noxinbehdontkillme!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there later than...dunno-who-the-hell expected, and well... Kinda forgot that we had to get our own seats. So, we ended up splitting up. Chua and Boon Shan sat on somewhere in the middle, and me and Bond[Ivy's new name xD] went to somewhere else. Ends up, I sat beside Jia Yee and Ke Lin and Kimberly and Hui Ying, while Bond sat in front of us. [the BOND!] I spoke some interesting comments that made Jia Yee laughed to her...[heart's content?] stomach's acheness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Nothing to say about that part anymore so we'll just skip to the choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it began. The choir we've been waiting for...10 minutes? I forgot. Oh well. So, when the curtains were swept aside, and the choir humans came out, everyone began to search for Xin Beh. And when we spotted her, we all gave out our fangirl-ish squeals... "XIN BEIIIIIIIIIIII~~~" etc. Then, erm... They started singing, and blah, we started snapping photos. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well.. erm...well... I like Six Pence. 8D One of their songs. The much much more active song. xP With Xin Beh in the middle of the first row, and not her usual on-top-of-the-piano-light spot. [You'll get it, if you're there. Maybe I might try to point it out to you guys with the pictures? But I'm too lazy to!! x.x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mum gave me a call after half of the show. Yes, bad news. She decided to come and pick me up on her own. Plus, I have to leave EARLY, which ended up creating a misunderstanding among Xin Beh, Qiao Fang and me. x.x They thought I didn't go watch them! D: After paying RM17?! No way!!! *clears throat* Ehem... Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond, Chua and I met one of our primary school friend, along with other Kwang Hua humans. And when my mum arrived in front of the school and gave me a call, I walked out of the hall so paiseh-ly. xD The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh yeah. Pictures. Sorreh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334073711/" title="100_1144 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3334073711_5ceec0211f_m.jpg" alt="100_1144" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Jia Yee, you looked like you want to cry and escape from my gun. xD Good job 'pei he' with me. =P&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334076061/" title="100_1145 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3349/3334076061_c58835afe0_m.jpg" alt="100_1145" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;You try to look cool ar?&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334079713/" title="100_1154 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3334079713_25d2835801_m.jpg" alt="100_1154" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Where is Shin Bee? Like I said, look on top of the piano light.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334912068/" title="100_1147 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3334912068_1bea7f743f_m.jpg" alt="100_1147" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first few performances. Blah.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Frogs, choirs, everything was posted! Just as you all forced me to! D=( Lol. Just joking. Anyways, yes. This is the time I've been waiting for! The time to...to...! WORLD OF GOO! Yes, I know Sher's probably thinking, "Omg. This girl har... Again with the goo game." Well, I am! World of Goo, there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjUSsXRA7Dg&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/wjUSsXRA7Dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay and trailer for World of Goo. This is better if you compare with the video below. =D&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu1akAEdXJM&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/Tu1akAEdXJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;The first trailer is better, but I'm not missing out this one. =) Watch if you want. &lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334017397/" title="world-of-goo-11 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3334017397_b5a8703c0e_m.jpg" alt="world-of-goo-11" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Open the game and...You're here! Welcome to the World of Goo! =D [By the way, if you're still blur, it's the main menu. xD]&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334831602/" title="world_of_goo_box_winmac by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3334831602_5de2690398_m.jpg" alt="world_of_goo_box_winmac" height="240" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;The box set! Good thing I don't have to buy it... It seemed expensive. =O&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3333998077/" title="9a0da41goo2 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3333998077_6ea35c6409_m.jpg" alt="9a0da41goo2" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Some images of the gameplay. =]&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334832360/" title="world-of-goo by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/3334832360_d08b6466ce_m.jpg" alt="world-of-goo" height="150" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;One of my favorite places in World of Goo. Why? Cause the gameplay here is fun. Trust me. &lt;3&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334832120/" title="wog2 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3312/3334832120_64a5bfcba7_m.jpg" alt="wog2" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;The so-called Miss World of Goo! She won the beauty pageant of World of Goo, ya know? xD The most beautiful goo of all. =P Really.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334851754/" title="2dboy2 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3334851754_3350dcf5e8_o.png" alt="2dboy2" height="253" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;A cute little boy who is a resident in the World of Goo. No, not a goo.&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30138758@N08/3334832172/" title="world_of_goo_soundtrack_01 by EvaMcDowell, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3334832172_b73313d1fc_m.jpg" alt="world_of_goo_soundtrack_01" height="141" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;One of the maker of the game, Kyle Blagger who was in charge of the music, is too kind. He made the music downloadable in his website, so that we can enjoy them, without in exchange for money. =')&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm... What do I think of this simple yet challenging, cheap budget yet meaningful, goo-ey yet lovely game? I don't know how to say it. It's just... Wow. It's hard to actually think that this game was done by only two men, whose headquarter is any wi-fi cafeteria around in San Francisco. But, if you actually think about it, a simple game such as World of Goo is possibly made by two men only. Well, it is possible. And these two wonderful men, who called themselves 2D Boys, made their best, even if it's their first game together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World of Goo is not only challenging, the story is, although little said, can be quite interesting. I wouldn't spoil anything here, so yep, skipping the plot. As for characters... World of Goo has many characters, but mainly, the Goo Balls. They are cute, trust me. Throw them around and you can hear them "Ah! Eek! Owh!" But that's not the main point, right? ^^;; I can't find any way to describe the Goo Balls to you, but if you follow the storyline well, you'll get what I mean. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the music. Alas! I love the music!! Some can be soothing, some can sound very mysterious, some can be very mystifying, some are even adventurous, there are those which are even tragic, or even chaotic! )=D Overall, I love the music a lot, even thought most of them are made for other games in the first place. I even found the midi version of these soundtracks, and will definitely use some of them for my future blog music! =D So, be aware of the music you listen to when stepping into my blog! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, one of their caption of the game, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The millions of Goo Balls who live in the beautiful World of Goo don't know that they are in a game, or that they are extremely delicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so erm... I conclude this...post? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Mood: Quite good, since it's Saturday and we have our holidays until Monday. =D&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Music: Definitely World of Goo's soundtrack! Especially Wind Wind Rainy Rainy! xD&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Anime: None, sadly. No animes for me to watch. ;_;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;Game: Duh? World of Goo, and well... Warcraft [aka dota xD], and well... Scarlet Weather Rhapsody[fightin' game~].&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;feels disgusted="" herself="" and="" in="" some=""&gt;&lt;/feels&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-8426878414141363598?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8426878414141363598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8426878414141363598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8426878414141363598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8426878414141363598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/03/frogs-choir-and-goo-balls.html' title='Frogs, Choir, and Goo Balls.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3334865414_8882711811_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-6242842976483666961</id><published>2009-02-25T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:51:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IUPAC Naming of Random People! =D Lol.</title><content type='html'>Knowing that all of my readers are complaining... xD I decided to just have something random up. Gosh. I don't even know what to write nowadays... &gt;&gt;;; The only stuff that came to my mind is the one Sher wrote about, the names thingie. Alright, if people insist on something, I shall write on that one! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...only with more crappy rants. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of these crazy things came about from one small conversation between Hng, Ivy and I during EST class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a wonderful day, with the usual ignore-the-teacher-teaching things, as well as try-to-skip-any-homework-if-possible day. However, during the extra period, something interesting happened. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for some reasons, Hng had been calling Ivy as Elmo from Sesame Street since...a long time ago. She even go to the extent to replace Ivy's name as Elmo in her essay about Chua. -.-;; So, Ivy needed revenge, and ends up, Hng got her new name: Big Bird, which sounds wrong in some way. xD But please don't do so. It purely means the huuuuuuuuuge yellow thing that narrates Sesame Street whenever it starts... [I think. It's been centuries since I've last watched that darn thing! 8D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the two of them enjoyed almost every moment of calling each other characters from Sesame Street. And then... *thunders* I was involved. xD I don't really recall what happen at that time, but then, Hng started out by calling me Oscar, the rubbish-obsessed...thing, also from Sesame Street. And I told them I preferred Cookie Monster, so ends up, we just keep calling each other with Sesame Street names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the three of us [Hng, Ivy and I] are joining a competition as a team, I suggested to them "Sesame Street" as the name for our team, if any is needed. So, etc. Loads of laughters then, and well... This came along. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be quite sure how it had happened, but I know it all starts off by me, calling Hng by the translated Big Bird name: 大鸟. Okay, I know, it's horrid. &gt;&gt;;; So, we ended up changing it a little, and turned out to be 巨鸟, which is just as bad. But still, I was quick enough to label Hng's pen with that new name and so, she was officially named that. xD Next up, was my turn. I was Cookie Monster, so without any delays, I just labeled my pen with my new name: 饼干妖怪. [Hng prefers 饼干怪兽 though... &gt;&gt;;;] And, last but not least, Ivy was named as '艾莫'能助. [translated from Elmo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moments of translating random cartoon names into Chinese names are pretty amusing, so I wanted to do something more. xD And, Hng got herself another name: 夫娜方婉暄. 夫娜 is from her given nickname Fiona... xD ...which she and her sister hates. But still, it's enjoyable to see how much she suffers whenever she heard that name. But... She hates it, and for some reasons, Ivy enjoys calling "Fi Na Fang" instead of the one I gave her, so ends up, her Chinese nickname is a word that has never existed in any Chinese dictionary!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next up, Ivy was translated into 爱比扬詠雯. [Ivy, the 'yong' cannot find one if you know what I mean, so I use oooold Chinese one. xD] And that's when the fun begins. xD We all began laughing a lot, and ends up, we began to translate Ah Oh and Soon Kit's names too. Ah Oh, whose nickname given by himself is Abner [derived from 'abnormal', I assure you. =D], was named 爱那胡楚峰. And next up was Soon Kit, whose nickname given by us is Adam, ends up having a name like 亚当陈顺杰. Chua named herself Evelyn, so we shortened it[Eve], and named her like how her name should be: 下挖蔡馨仪. [I was gonna write it like 下挖采one loh... But seriously, lol, I don't know how to write the exact Xia Wa. So, ya. xD ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun. So, we continued this little activity until the next day of school, to share it with everyone. We started with Sherene, since she's the only one left in the gang without a stupidly-translated-nickname. xD I looked at her, and called her Wendy. So she ends up being 闻地萧思菱. The next victim that came to my mind was Sze Yin. Once again, I look at her and said, "Betty." LOL. That was my proudest work of all. xD So, her name ends up being 被地郑诗韵. Lol. If possible, I would like to write her name as 被地震 [Betty Teh], but nope, I wasn't allowed to change the writing of her surname. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next victim is Joanne Alorr, a.k.a. Roasted Duck. Since she calls herself Joanne, I translated her name into a...less funny one. D: 着安李盈慧. After Joanne, it's time for Jia Ying to have hers as well. xD We took quite some time to come up with a name, and in the end, I came up with Julia. xD Her translated name is the funniest I can think of, and I'm proud of it. =P 朱腊黄佳盈. [not too sure with the Chinese words. ^^;;] Sitting right beside Jia Ying is Pek Shian, with her own nickname Shirley, so yes. This one's from Sherene if I remembered correctly, but I'm not too sure. &gt;&gt;;; 色力李碧贤. We ended up calling her 色力力, because it's easier to call. =D And lastly, Poh Yan who sits between Joanne and Sze Yin was given the name Jessie, even though I'm pretty sure she wasn't aware of it. xD Hng, or someone else translated this into 鸡丝颜Bao Yan. [not too sure about her Chinese writing. xD;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, it was all a crazy time. What was I named? Of course, almost everyone now knew me as Maggie Lee, so I told Hng the obvious: Maggie is 美奇 in Chinese, but she said it's too good, if compared to everyone else. So, I suggested to her myself in the end, to call myself... Mochi Lee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, here's a summary of everyone's names. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Maggie Lee Ling Wei - Mochi Lee. [not too sure about the Chinese wordings. T_T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Fiona Hng Wan Hsuen - Fi Na Fang. [original: 夫娜方婉暄]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Ivy Yong Yoon Voon - 爱比扬詠雯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Abner Oh Choor Hong - 爱那胡楚峰 [now that I think about it, it literally means love that Oh Choor Hong. OMG.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Adam Tan Soon Kit - 亚当陈顺杰 [Adam...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi) Eve [Evelyn] Chua Xin Yi - 下挖蔡馨仪 [...and Eve! xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vii) Wendy Siao Sherene - 闻地萧思菱 [sounds like some sort of seals or talismans. &gt;&gt;;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viii) Betty Teh Sze Yin - 被地郑诗韵 [supposedly: 被地震诗韵 T_T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ix) Joanne Lee Yin Hui - 着安李盈慧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) Julia Ng Jia Ying - 朱腊黄佳盈 [Damn, I'm proud of this. =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi) Shirley Lee Pek Shian - 色力李碧贤 [but modified into: 色力力碧贤 xP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xii) Jessie Gan Poh Yan - 鸡丝颜Bao Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6242842976483666961?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6242842976483666961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6242842976483666961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6242842976483666961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6242842976483666961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/02/iupac-naming-of-random-people-d-lol.html' title='IUPAC Naming of Random People! =D Lol.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-370136168467250499</id><published>2009-01-27T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:12:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...8D</title><content type='html'>I have this random laziness to write about my Japan trip. xD Sorry, people! But I'm kind enough to write something, I guess. ^^;; It's been so long since my blog was updated. You guys probably think it's dead or something. Well, it is, partially. &gt;&gt;;; I apologize to every single living readers who visit her frequently about my sloth. x.x But seriously, writing about the trip can be very 'life-sucking'. xD [Just created that random word]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So erm... What is this post gonna be about? Heck, I don't know myself! What comes out...Comes out, I guess! Hehe... Butttttttttttt, seriously, what should I write? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are reading this crap, wait for me. I'll come up with something. I'm positive... x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back, and yes, again, I'm gonna write random thoughts. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, which is supposedly tonight, if you're going according to this post's time, I went to visit my cousin. You know, pai nian lah. And well, we're talking about various things, and suddenly, it just stopped on this topic, especially during CNY: Ghost stories. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was my mum who started it. I can share a few if you want. =D Okay, okay. Here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's nephew's someone someone was staying in this apartment. And he wanted to visit him/her so he ride the elevator up to the 12th floor. But before he could reach the 12th floor, the elevator stopped at the 11th floor, and when the door opened, there stood a young man, not moving at all. The man didn't intend to move, so my mum's nephew thought the man wanted to go down, so he closed the door. He got off in the 12th floor, and well, was spending his time inside the house and all. About an hour later, he needed to get something downstairs so he went down the elevator again. Then, in the 11th floor again, the elevator stopped and opened. There stood the man again, at his original position, not moving, not smiling, nothing! My mum's nephew got irritated. [Lol, I know!] "Eh, if you want to ride the elevator then come in lah! If don't want then don't stand there lah!" Then, as he finished, the man disappeared right away. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's one. And we have plenty more. But truth to be told, we were suspecting that my mum's nephew got this 'Yin Yang eyes'. This wasn't his first time meeting things like these. He often met them, and there was some time before, he claimed that every night, a female spirit was lying down on him. He can even hear her voice, threatening to kill him and telling him the things he should do if he doesn't want to die and all. He called for the exorcists to come, and well, they did say that there was this ghost here. And they got rid of her, etc. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone has something to say. But I don't. =D It's a good thing. There are more, but then, not really long story, so I won't share them. =P But I heard this rumor from my mum and cousins about this. You know that doctors have to train themselves in hospitals after their studies right? Well, if you want to be a doctor, hear this out. Since all doctors sleep in the hospital itself, they say every night,  whenever you see some shadow passing by, means next day got someone is dying. Well, ALL of my cousins and uncles who are now doctors admitted that they've met such situations. Seriously. One of them even seen his door opened without anyone doing it during the midnight, and he quickly turned away and force himself to bed. &gt;&gt;;; Tough being a doctor. My brother's gonna experience that soon enough. xD I'll make him confirm this. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm... Anyways, I guess this is pretty much what I wanted to say. Then, my mum relived some of her memories when my grandfather [father's father] passed away. Funny stuffs. According to them, people are usually scared to death because of people scare people, not because of ghosts scare people. xD I translated it literally from Chinese, so if you want the Chinese wordings for these, its: 人会被吓死不是因为鬼吓人, 而是因为人吓人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Kinda scared? xD&lt;br /&gt;Music: Soul Nomad OSTs.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Ouran High School Host Club.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Persona 4.&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/1593359883089706110-370136168467250499?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/370136168467250499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=370136168467250499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/370136168467250499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/370136168467250499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2009/01/8d.html' title='...8D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-519184854894546629</id><published>2008-12-13T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:15:20.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation?</title><content type='html'>I'll continue my ranting from when I stop in the previous post. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. One more hour and I'm leaving to the airport. Goodbye, people! =] It may seem like this is forever, but trust me, 3 weeks is just a blink of an eye away. You guys might not have anyone to nag to to post right now, once I'm gone. So, anyways, here's a few messages for these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shin Beh&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I know. We all feel bad for not letting you know about the homestay trip earlier. ;_; Because we thought you don't want to. T^T But you know, to make it up to you, I'm sending you a postcard, which is a TROUBLESOME thing to do. :P But hey, I know you like receiving letters. xD So enjoy the postcard when it comes to your postbox. And well, prezzies is a sure for you. So, enjoy your last 3 weeks of holidays, Bee! Even when we're not here, I'll send you a Christmas and New Year greeting, I tell you. Even if it means wasting 20 cents. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sherene&lt;br /&gt;Meh, didn't see you online during the last two days before I leave to Japan. So, I'm telling you this here. Enjoy your holidays loh! Although I have nothing much to tell you, still, leaving you a message here is good enough lah. =D Happy early christmas! And you should feel special cause you're the only one [well, other than karmi] who received a christmas picture I made! But, I'll get presents, if possible. =P Buh bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sotong&lt;br /&gt;You always nag to me to update. And well, I'm quite active during the last two days. Muahaha. I know you're obsessed in reading blogs. =P But this is it for now. xD My blog will continue itself next year, so be sure you're still a loyal fan by then! And like I said to Sher, I think I will get you presents too lah. Haha. Not sure. =P No lah, joking. Oklah, byebye, HNG HSUEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Max&lt;br /&gt;Max, oh, Max. Actually, by now, you can compete with Sher to see who actually won the top reader contest. xD But, even I can't find out who won in truth. =D But hey, thanks for loyally coming back and forth to my blog. :3 And supporting it, etc. And well, sifu, next year would most probably be the last year you can hear me calling you 'SIFU!' Oklah, now is not graduation. What for I talk those crap? Lol. Enjoy your holidays loh, sifu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chying&lt;br /&gt;Lol. We don't know each other, but only through our blogs, we did. xD I'm actually very flattered when you said my blog was your 'stress reliever'. And because of 'compliments' like those that made my blog living up till now, although I know I can be inactive at times. xP But still, thanks for the support and all. =] Must come back loh, next year!! CCZG will have more fun stuffs to update! xD Enjoy Christmas and New Year! Even without me! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Keat&lt;br /&gt;This one's for my brother's friend, Man Keat. Although he might not read this, still, sorry lah, Keat. Not gonna be here when you're coming. T_T Some more purposely send me a sms from New Zealand and gave me a lecture. x.x But still, seriously, I treated you like a brother, and I hope you know that too. =] Good luck on your final year in New Zealand! *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thom&lt;br /&gt;My brother. Yep, another one who will not read my blog, but anyways, yeah. It's a misfortune indeed that you're leaving a day before I come back from Japan. And it's gonna be 2010 when you're coming back the next time. But, you know what? Stay as you are now! The childish but deep down serious medical student! 8D Jia you in your final year of suffering!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Karmi&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she doesn't read my blog. But anyways, Karmi, goodbye for now. =] We might not talk as much next year anymore, cause we'll both be busy with school and stuffs. But still, remember our promise to meet after SPM next year! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jun&lt;br /&gt;Another one. But, Junneh, I'm glad to know that you want me to online even when I'm in Japan. xD I was still thinking of leaving you an offline message before I go, but hey, you suddenly appeared and like, "Magz." Even though, in the end, your excuse that you want me to get online in Japan is because you have no one to pick on, I still appreciate it. =] Buh bye, Junneh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;No time to write liao. So, anyways, bye bye, people! It's not like I'm gonna be gone forever, so wait for me when I get back! CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-519184854894546629?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/519184854894546629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=519184854894546629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/519184854894546629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/519184854894546629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/12/continuation.html' title='Continuation?'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3242192118711132440</id><published>2008-12-12T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:36:45.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Post...</title><content type='html'>=] Sounds sad, huh? xD I don't know. But I feel as if I still have so many things to finish before leaving to Japan. My eldest brother, Thom is returning to New Zealand one day before I return from Japan. And the next time he'll be coming back is not until 2010. So, I guess, this is a real goodbye to him from me. Even if he might not read this, bye, bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preparations towards Japan homestay trip.&lt;br /&gt;So, many stuffs happened because of this. Indeed, all of them were...nice memories, I guess. Some happy, some tiring, some annoying, etc. But, seriously, this trip costs me not only the tickets, but the money my mum actually wasted to get my preparations complete. I know, it's the first time I actually leave to the overseas without any adults guiding me. But, hey, this is a new step for me. :3 And, indeed, even though tiring, I really want to keep some of my memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought SOOOOO many clothes and pants just for the trip. Ends up I bring not even one old clothes there. Lol. Imagine that. :D&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a pair of darn boots. Mehh.. Luckily it looks boyish. :D Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;- Bringing along a new diary just to record what happened everyday, starting from my airplane trip. That way, I will definitely not lose track at anything when I come back and share with you people my 3 weeks trip. :]&lt;br /&gt;- Went to PC Fair for the first time in my life today. 8D Just so I can buy a camera and earphones, wireless adapters, etc. Ends up I bought a Kodak one. I might snap a picture of it in the mirror and put it up tomorrow. Currently charging. :P&lt;br /&gt;- Bought sooooo many food lah. All because my mum wanted to give the Japanese. &gt;.&gt; My luggage is actually 1/4 clothes, 3/4 food. Seriously. =.=&lt;br /&gt;- And, speaking about Maggie, you know presents. Lol. I might be the one with most presents.. I'm bringing a total of 23 presents, according to Ian's calculation. One hand-carry luggage just for presents. And not ALL the presents. Some in my check-in luggage. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;- Veeeeeery surprised to see my hosts families' photos. Might snap both of them up as well here tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;- Reading a book about Japan, for example, their cultures, foods, ethics, etc. But I haven't even finished it! :O&lt;br /&gt;- Nervous about unable to get online before I leave for Japan. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;- We migrated my stuffs from a luggage to another one for at least 5 times. Seriously. And guess what? It's 25kg. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;- My dad borrowed a J-Phone from his friend in Japan. :3 So, I have a Japanese handphone when I go to Japan. :D And well, Shin Bee and my cousin, Kai seemed to enjoy the J-Phone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Mage Cafe two days ago. Though it's not preparation, it's sort of like, one of the last few chances to spend time with my bro. ;]&lt;br /&gt;- Went to do facial that day because my mum forced me. ;_; Ends up, we've wasted at least rm400 to buy all the creams to put on my face when I'm in Japan. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to rush my PS2 game finish, but failed. D:&lt;br /&gt;- Been scolded by my mama whenever I use the computer. T_T&lt;br /&gt;- I joined in this Secret Santa program in this roleplaying forums. And well, it's something like you make a present for this person, but that person doesn't know it's you. So, I've been given to make presents for this person. And well, I would like to share. :D&lt;br /&gt;- Rushed the blog template up just for you people. :P&lt;br /&gt;- I miss my bed. T_T&lt;br /&gt;- Goodbye, Luschka!!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm writing postcards back for my family, my brother's friend, Shin Bee and Karmi. :D Sorry to the other people. :P&lt;br /&gt;- I'm writing to my brother's friend, Keat only because he's coming to visit us next Tuesday, but I'm not going to be here anymore. D: And when I'm back, he and my bro will be in New Zealand. He blamed me for that. Dx So, I'm sending him a postcard for obvious reasons. And well, he's like my other brother, you know? :]&lt;br /&gt;- Going to pray for my safe journey tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm worried if I'm going to appear in the news in Japan. D:&lt;br /&gt;- I can't reply to all my roleplays before I go. T_T So I left them all a message. :3&lt;br /&gt;- Many people gave me money for the trip. SANKYUUUU!!&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry lah, Shin Bee.. For not telling you about this trip earlier. :[ But thanks for your call. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's like that. :] I would like to add some more things. But later if I can. For now, goodbye, friends! Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;Music: The blog's theme.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Soul Nomad. [PS2]&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/1593359883089706110-3242192118711132440?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3242192118711132440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3242192118711132440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3242192118711132440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3242192118711132440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-post.html' title='The Final Post...'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3651655467151652203</id><published>2008-12-01T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:41:34.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er.. Yeah.</title><content type='html'>So.. I feel terribly evil for leaving no posts at all right here, and well, my readers are getting impatient at all. ^^;; *coughs* ...sotong... *coughs* So, well, although nothing much happened, here's a post for you guys. What? I just feel like writing after reading my friend's blog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... As most of you already know about it, I'm going to Japan for a homestay program on December 13th. So, preparations are for sure. Been spending most of my time in Genting Highland, and my current tuition-free time buying gifts for my host families. T_T You know, one bad thing about having two host families is that you have to buy MORE. =.= I should have only 6 people to buy presents for, but instead, I need to get 12. Darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... Speaking about host families, I know most of you already know about it, but repeating it again won't kill you people right? :D I have two host families, and they're both in the Wakayama Prefecture. I'll be staying with the Koshiyama family from December 14th to December 23rd. Then, from 23rd to 25th, I'll be joining a camp, which... I can meet with Chiho and the other YEs [Youth Exchanges] who used to come to Malaysia. It's a really good news, that the other YEs are joining. I was still wondering how I was able to meet with Chiho, after being sent to a place I've never even heard of. x.x So, anyways, after the camp, I'll be staying with the Suzuki family from December 25th to January 4th. After we got back, we've got less than a day to rest ourselves and get ready for the opening of our school. Darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mainly that's the schedule for the homestay program. As for families, the Koshiyama family have 6 members, mainly the parents, a son and three daughters. The father's a water construction something something, and the mother's most probably a housewife. The eldest son, Yusuke is currently studying in university, and I don't know what course. The eldest daughter,  Ayami is also currently in university, studying comics. Wonderful news. I'm gonna have her draw my favorite anime characters. &gt;:D The second daughter, Reiko is most probably around 15 years old. I'm not really sure, since from the e-mail her father sent me, he said she's entering senior high school next year. She learns brass, so yeah, woodwind player, just like me. *coughs* ...flute... *coughs* I might force her to play some music with me too. xD The youngest daughter is Yukari. You know what's weird? There's this character in a PS2 game [Persona 3] who has a character called Yukari. And I hate her. x.x Other than that, you know the PC game series I've always talked about? The Touhou series. And yeah... My favorite character of all is actually Yukari. x.x So, hearing that the youngest daughter's name was Yukari kind of gave me a weird feeling of mixed hatred and love. xD Anyways, Yukari's entering primary school next year, so she's most probably 6 years old or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough ranting about the first family. I'll go to the second: Suzuki family. The Suzuki family have 4 members, mainly. But in addition to the grandfather and grandmother, there's a total of 6 as well. So, you know, grandparents + parents = 4 members. And the remaining two members are their two sons. One's Sora, 18 years old, who is also the one who e-mailed me. And one's Towa, 15 years old. Mehh... Would be weird to be sent to a family of mostly boys, but I thought I should 'bersyukur' after I heard form Ivy and Chua about their host families. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Koshiyama family's staying in Hashimoto, which is actually a town like Klang, but not as busy, I suppose, the Suzuki family is staying near the mountains. So, yeah, more like a village. I'm being sent to a more rural area, at least compared to Ivy and Chua who were sent to Osaka, the huge city. But from Sora's e-mail, he said that we can take the train to Osaka to shop, and well, that seemed pretty convenient. And, people told me it's a good thing being sent to rural areas instead of cities, cause that's what homestay programs are supposed to be about. Well, I agree. But, I heard from one of the committee member in Lion Club about this. She was sent to a rural area in Japan as well, and guess what? ALL the people there greeted her like she's a celebrity, and the mayor even came to visit her, and she's on newspapers. xD Well, that seemed shocking if its going to happen to me. And well, I hope not. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so my ranting on the families and the locations are done, now onto some other topics. xD Just got Photoshop up in this laptop, so I'm using it quite often these days, except tuitions and other schedules just keep interrupting. x.x I was going to use this chance to make your icons and such. But... It seemed that Photoshop lagging + Useless laptop + Busy = Less opportunity to use Photoshop. T_T But anyways, I made one Christmas one for Sherene already, and well, she seemed to like it. x3 So, I thought I might as well do those to replace the icons I was supposed to make for my top readers. Cause, if it's like that, I don't have to do another one for Sherene already. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, besides the homestay and the Photoshop business, I think I have other stuffs to rant about. I've been hearing those sort of conversations with my family again. T_T You know, the future career stuffs. I really don't know what should I take. I wanted to master English, but I know, that's not the best choice for me. I love to write, but I definitely can't be a writer, for several reasons. And now that I thought about it, I didn't seem to fit to be writer, at all. Other than that, I've considered being a lawyer, since everyone around me seemed to persist me a lot, to take this path. But... No, lawyer isn't my thing. And, I've considered studying Psychology too. It seems fun during the studying process, but I know, I wouldn't enjoy the working part much. Not because the people I'm talking to are weird, but that... I don't really like to work with people, if you get what I mean. I don't know how to advise, I don't know what should I do when people share their problems with me. So, meh... Psychology's a no-no. I've considered being those sort of Advertising Executive as well. But read about them, and no, not my taste. x.x I used to be interested in Microbiology, but now that I knew what Biology's about, I don't think I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only choice I have left: Pharmacists. Yes, Pharmacy is a mix of Biology and Chemistry. And I must admit, I enjoy Chemistry, if you want me to compare among the three main Science subjects. And for Biology, well, I think I can cope with it. But what I'm interested in being is: a lab pharmacist. You know, those people who make medicines. I don't know, I don't like working with people, and researching seems to be okay for me. I really don't know... x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ranting about future career: done. What more to say? I really don't know. And I know I can't stay on anymore. My maid's gonna nag for the whole night if I do. &gt;&gt;;; Sherene and Hng and the others must be enjoying themselves right now in PD [Port Dickson]. Mehh.. Go enjoy, you people! But don't forget about the little gathering in my house this Saturday! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, by the way, congrats to MOST of the SPM students, SPM's OVER!! Hooray for you, but boo-hoo for us: the bunch of people who are next to suffer. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Usual.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Daughter of Twenty Faces.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&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/1593359883089706110-3651655467151652203?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651655467151652203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3651655467151652203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3651655467151652203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3651655467151652203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/12/er-yeah.html' title='Er.. Yeah.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-86743966409728135</id><published>2008-11-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:04:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover and Karaoke :D</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow. Connection too slow, can't get the pictures up. x.x;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-86743966409728135?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/86743966409728135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=86743966409728135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/86743966409728135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/86743966409728135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleepover-and-karaoke-d.html' title='Sleepover and Karaoke :D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3561891357895696928</id><published>2008-11-16T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:41:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic. :D</title><content type='html'>This will probably be a short post, so you guys should be relieved that you don't have to strain your eyes. However, short posts tend to announce shocking things. So, be prepared, still. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Tesco just to meet with my dad and my brothers who were like aunties, shopping in the supermarket. My brothers and I queued up by the cashier, while my parents were walking around the shops in the opposite. When the employee was counting the total costs of all the stuffs we bought, it was shocking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to buy petty little stuffs, and ends up my mum gave my brother rm200 to pay, thinking it's more than enough. But she turned back and hesitated, giving him an extra of rm50. So, as the stuffs were counted, we just noticed. We didn't think that we had enough money to pay. So my brother took out another extra rm50 from his purse, and well, the total costs for everything is rm350. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he had to use his credit card. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here comes the important bit. After paying off at the cashier, my mum suggested that we go check our eyes. At first, it was only to check Ian's. But while waiting for him, my eldest brother, Thom said he wanted to check his, even his are ALWAYS...perfect. &gt;&gt;;; So, since its free, I decided to check mine too. And woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, or more, I checked and my left eye was 150 while my right was 25. But today, it proved that my left eye was 300 [or to be more precise, 275] while my right was still 25. o.o;; Lazy eye. Mehh... So, ended up buying a pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that... The girl called me to wear my glasses EVERY SINGLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's tough. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dunno lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game:  Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.&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/1593359883089706110-3561891357895696928?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3561891357895696928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3561891357895696928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3561891357895696928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3561891357895696928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/11/epic-d.html' title='Epic. :D'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-4846860682039830087</id><published>2008-11-14T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:10:36.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag 2</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;SS. [Syok Sendiri. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her/him is?&lt;br /&gt;Fellow crazy community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of her/him?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, weird, active, and...sensitive? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;She made me wanna study for my finals. And I was successful because of it. [It's true, in a way.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;She told me my results suck during midterm and well, I studied hard because of that during the finals. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she/he become your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;... *kena denggi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, thing she/he has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;... *kena heart attack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;... *healed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she/he become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;Because we are born and sworn enemies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now is?&lt;br /&gt;Kill her for tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of her/him is?&lt;br /&gt;Okay guaaaaa... *feels bad for lying to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;A crazy girl. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Tomboyish! MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, too special until people get jealous. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I don't even wanna be myself, for crying out loud! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;Er... Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;[ Not that I don't know that these people are tagged, or even unable to get tagged, but it was to answer the questions below. -.-;; ]&lt;br /&gt;1) Ivy&lt;br /&gt;2) Shin Bee&lt;br /&gt;3) Chua&lt;br /&gt;4) Sher&lt;br /&gt;5) Hng&lt;br /&gt;6) Chying&lt;br /&gt;7) Max&lt;br /&gt;8) Oh&lt;br /&gt;9) Soon&lt;br /&gt;10) Jia Yee&lt;br /&gt;[ Just ignore this tag, you guys. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure wor. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Omgggggggg... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Everything. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;He likes everything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Would I...woo someone I met since I was 7, and a girl too? -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;Sien lohh... You thought I'm a lesbian kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently... :D Taken by no. 8? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Hng lohh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Err... Mapling. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Quite close. Both are 'tak che kia'. [bookworms xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Kwang Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;The crazy girl who got me into the mad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;br /&gt;... Never even met her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Kapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Pink lohhh... Very girly one mah, she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Not bad gua. I think I bring them together one. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Ask her yourself. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no.6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Should be chatting with no.5 in Penang now, guaaaaaa... Or sleeping liao. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasehhhh... Of all the 3, this one most meaningless one. xD Until my English all broken one. &gt;&gt;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-4846860682039830087?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4846860682039830087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=4846860682039830087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4846860682039830087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4846860682039830087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-2.html' title='Tag 2'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-1009002459448902993</id><published>2008-11-11T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:47:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horrible Tags.</title><content type='html'>So... Been a while since I've last posted, and I've noticed, I'm not lazy to post in my blog. I'm lazy to post about the Cameron trip. xD You know, actually, blogging did occur to my mind every single day, but I've decided to forget about it when the mere thought of continuing my Cameron post came across my mind. I don't know why, exactly. But it's just...I dunno. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I've decided to bring a post for you people to...enjoy? I've been tagged by Max and Sher and I haven't been giving them faces by replying, so I guess it's my turn, huh? By the way, I am not tagging anyone. I'm lazy to. xP Plus, the people who I CAN tag are tagged. So, no point, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Max&lt;br /&gt;1. What is it that bothers you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing skirts, dresses, jeweleries, or anything girly in my closet. o.o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. Roleplaying, writing, ranting, laughing, sleeping, watching television, playing PS2, PSP, kicking my dog, reading... Wait, I've just noticed the 'most' word... Kicking my dog, then. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;br /&gt;I seldom read news. :D But if I do, I read news about political people bi*ching at each other. 8D [Forgive the rudeness. =P Can't help remembering my ex-tuition teacher saying that. *cough*Mrs.Lim*cough*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your ultimate wish?&lt;br /&gt;To be acknowledged. I guess that's the one wish I've had since I was young until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSS... My MP3, my PS2, my borrowed PSP, my computer, etc... Wait, someone? HELL NO! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;I would answer yes. But if you have to calculate all the life expenses... *counts* ...and the stuffs I use... *counts* ...Nope. :D What? I'm a realistic person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of pain ?&lt;br /&gt;My mama says yes, but my brain says no. So, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. But I can't. Because THE PEOPLE are calling me to update my blog. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Describe yourself in 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;Unique, tomboyish, humorous. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Max? Wahhhhh... That's the hardest question in this tag! xD&lt;br /&gt;1. She is...smart.&lt;br /&gt;2. She is...responsible.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is...Max. [awwwwww... xP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What is your 5 most passionate thing at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaa? You expect me to understand this while you yourself don't get it?! [directed to: Max]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I can list out a whole lot. :D But... I don't really know. 'Cause if you're bad, I still won't mind it. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm... The... Wait, no, not that one... Mmmmmm... Oh yeah! You know! The... No, no. That's not it... Mmmmmm...*continues to ramble on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Err... If by happy it means having all the stuffs I want even without money, happy? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;The part where I'm unique. Cause everyone will be jealous of me and it makes me embarrassed! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer [forced to x.x;;] or a pharmacist [no other choice T_T] on the surface, but a writer in truth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I love to write. Wow, the first honest answer! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you can bring only one thing along with you to another world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Just a brain, thank you. Daydreaming is pure bliss, even if it's going to be in the another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How do you react towards those young couples around you whether you are in school, at tuition or where ever?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at them? Because they'll never understand that singles are the best!! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... =.=... I've just waste 15 minutes doing this. &gt;&gt;;; On to Sher's tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Sher&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[01] Real name: Ling Wei.&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: Never intended to. :D&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Leo.&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Female.&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 16.&lt;br /&gt;[07] High school: SMJK Kwang Hua.&lt;br /&gt;[08] College: Hope to enter Taylors.&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: Darn short.&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: Fat loh.&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: Quite a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: No way.&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: Left. And I'm proud. 8D&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Black.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Tanned. :P&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: My own sweat?&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Answering darn tags.&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: Sleep. :D Who doesn't need to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with: Dad, mum, brother, maid and dog. :D&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): Sadly, three.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: Aik.&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: Mag.&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Neutral. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: Yeah, my computer, my MP3, my PS2... *continues*&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: Oh, you want me to repeat? My computer, my MP3, my PS2... *continues*&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: Ohh... Wii, XBox, PSP, PS3, personal laptop... *continues*&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: A relationship with my loves [MP3, PS2, computer]? :D&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000):What? *blinks innocently*&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): What?? *blinks ever more innocently*&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: How would I? I love my computer, my MP3, my PS2... *continues*&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: Oh yeah, one thing. Overplayed them. D:&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: Yes, when they are out of battery or lag or can't play the darn discs...&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: Computer: forgot; MP3: 4 years; PS2: 3 years. 8D&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: Neither? :D&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: They were my source of happiness.. *shines*&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: Obsessed. 8DD&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: Oh, so you meant by that? I BOUGHT it and it was BOUGHT by me. xD&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: I already did. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: Sue Ann. [back in kindergarten. xD]&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: Don't have lah. People love me, and I love people. :D&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most(1 only): Waseh... How to choose? Ivy?&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1 only): No enemies. :D&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: Err... *cracks my head* Wow, that's hard, cause I can think of no one. :D&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome boy friend: Aduhai... This one so easy. Myself lah! 8D&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: I LOVE people.&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: I LOVE people.&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: Omg. *vomits*&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: *continues to vomits*&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: Argue, and get back together.&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: I thought backstabbing and betray is the same thing? o.o&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: WHAT?! My friend steal my computer, my PS2, my MP3 *continues*..?! Stab them and get my lovers back. :3&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: *stunned* *vomits again*&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: No more vomits, so... *lao sai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: It's for me to know, and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: If I can skip them, I would. Homeworks are useless, people!&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: Hmm.. Primary school's English teacher, Mr. Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: 4S3.&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: Don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;[62] Seniors who you love the most: Who?&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Sometimes? xD&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Hng Hsuen. xD&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Ling Wei. [duh?]&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: Albert Einstein. [it says PEOPLE mahh... Not classmate mahh... xD]&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: Billy from Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. [a cartoon xD]&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: The Hunchback of Notre Dame. 8D&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: Who else? *points to self*&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: No one I've met in my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: I love this. Me, of course. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: They extinct. D:&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: They're reproducing. D:&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: Those crazy, but unique tomboys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREFER&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: Neither. If don't have a face, better. :D&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: Neither. I love hatred.&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: I bersyukur one. xD&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: This one arr... *obviously hesitant*&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice jokes. xD&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or Talker: Talker.&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or good father: Good dog. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: Don't care. =P&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): Don't want. xP&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: WRITER!!&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: Never.&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: What?&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: For people to buy my books and love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VICTIMS&lt;br /&gt;[91] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[92] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[93] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[94] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[95] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[96] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[97] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[98] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[99] No one.&lt;br /&gt;[100] No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second tag by Sher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[continue tomorrow... *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-1009002459448902993?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1009002459448902993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1009002459448902993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1009002459448902993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1009002459448902993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='The Horrible Tags.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3104217275969721107</id><published>2008-10-28T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:34:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I've noticed this only now, that I've created this post without any content. So, it's a lie to say that this was written on 28th of October. xD Still, lets not waste this post and go on~ One more thing, I am, actually...happy to see that a lot of my readers are urging me to post. =D Not only that, this is obviously my first blog that has as many posts as 50+! So, lets keep this blog going, shall we? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Gonna write this like my Taiwan post! [although it was unfinished &gt;.&gt;] I personally don't find Cameron Highland amusing at all, maybe because I'm just bored of that place already. @_@ But this time's Cameron trip, is...OKAAAAAY. xD Not going to say it's good or bad, because it's just...OKAAAAAY... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th October 2008, Friday&lt;br /&gt;I know... Cameron trip hasn't begun yet, but it has for the four girls. They came over to my house for the night, because we're gonna have to leave early in the morning the next day. Sooo... We did nothing much. Watched 命中注定我爱你 for hours, before we all gave in and went to bed. Oh yeah... Before we sleep, as usual, Chua and Ivy bickered like couples again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th October 2008, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early in the morning, while our eyes are still so narrow. =_= Oh, gonna talk about this little stuff. Know what? Around 6 in the morning, I heard this sound, a series of it. Imagine suddenly hearing sounds in the middle of the dark, and when everyone else is still sleeping. Creeps the hell out of me. But when the sound stopped, I knew right away it was somebody's alarm. -.-'' False alarm. Your alarm damn scary wei, Ivy! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left as the bus arrived outside the guard house, and we all have to like...walk from my house to the guard house. xD Don't get tricked, cause it only took us 5 minutes. =P Soooooo... We got into the bus and we left for Cameron and we stopped by at this station which is apparently some sort of store just to borrow their places for breakfast but because its a store we have to listen to them talking about their products which I think is some sort of healthy food products. *panting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So, after that, our bus trip to Cameron continues. And when we finally reached to Cameron, I think it's about lunch time. [By the way, many of the workers vomited. xD] Lunch's okay, not bad. And Sherene and I just found out that we had so many common interest in food. xD For example, tomatoes and carrots are BAAAAAAD. Cucumbers too!! All hail broccoli and cauliflower! And to the mighty Hokkien Mee! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Lets get back to business, shall we? After lunch, the bunch of us [the five of us, plus my cousins and my maid] went to visit the convenience store [thanks to Karmi-mama for the word x3]. Kai bought a strawberry ball, Chua and Shin Bee bought some snacks, and Ivy and Sherene I forgot. =P Then, we finally went to the hotel at around 3.30pm. We were told that there would be a party that night, so during the evening, we just gotta rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a short match of strawberry ball passing game, and then Sherene and Kai and Ivy and Chua engaged themselves into a serious battle of Catan. Shin Bee and I are soooooooo bored, so we decided to go 'walk-walk' and play badminton. Lol, okay. The badminton match is seriously funny. xD At first, we started the match with Chua's shuttlecock. Shin Bee and I played horribly. Lol. xD Chua even walked out to the balcony and called for us, and mocked Shin Bee when she missed the shuttlecock. xD Then, our shuttlecock accidentally got hit to the balcony of someone else's room. xD Of course, by Shin Bee. =P And that's not just a shuttlecock, it's Chua's. The only shuttlecock she brought. xD But of course, I brought mine too, but the problem is... It's HER shuttlecock. Okay, okay. Enough with the shuttlecock business. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our match and this time, my shuttlecock flew over to the tree and got stuck there. Dx Shin Bee tried to shake the tree, and make it dance just so the shuttlecock would fall. We even got support from two other man who were chatting outside their balcony. xD They told us to shake the tree more and such. Lol. But in the end, we gave in. No point in crying over 'lost shuttlecock'. So, I took out another one and we continued our game, but this time, somewhere else. Just as we thought the place's good and all, the winds came. -.-'' And well, our shuttlecock kept on 'run' away. We gave up, and ended up playing by ourselves. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much ranting on a simple business of badminton. =P On to the next part! Soon, Sherene they all came down after their Catan match. They played the strawberry ball and soon they snatched Shin Bee and my rackets. For some reasons, later on, we went to visit the playground. @.@ Confusing turn of events? xD Anyways, Kai and his little brother played badminton in the playground, but the five of us along with my maid escaped, since the playground is just too crowded with children. We sat down on a table in the barbecue area just on top of the playground. We chatted, laughed, etc. Oh yeah, Sherene hor... I joked to her that a boy that was standing on the balcony was going to do something silly like committing suicide. And Sherene, as you may expect it, shouted to the boy, "Don't do silly stuffs eh!" xD But she accidentally said it out too loud, until we are all like...hiding from the boy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on... *panting again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we had a party. But before the party, we had this tug of war of only females. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match: My dad's company clerks VS the Vietnamese workers.&lt;br /&gt;As you may expect it again, the Vietnamese workers won. =P One of the clerks even fell down while the tug of war is still going on. And yet, she still tried hard to pull. xDDD GOOOO, MS. YAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second match: The five of us VS the Indonesian workers.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite easy actually. xD We won without any difficulties. But the difficulty is after the match, cause we were called gemuk. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third match: The final match between us VS the Vietnamese workers.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, this match was much more easier than the previous one. Anyways, we won again, and this time, with MORE ease. xD And once again, we were called gemuk. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I'm really tired right now. xD I'll continue tomorrow. One day only can say so much. Lol. I think you guys also need to rest from reading first. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-3104217275969721107?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3104217275969721107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3104217275969721107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3104217275969721107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3104217275969721107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/cameron.html' title='Cameron.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-8959134510504675206</id><published>2008-10-17T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:59:41.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax!</title><content type='html'>Nothing in particular to write, especially during exam season. But, I did watch an amusing show today, so I thought I might post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read on, no, it's not an anime. I would never post entirely about one anime in a post, since I know 80% of my usual readers have no interest at all in animes. Wait, I just remembered, 100% of you. Today's show I'm gonna talk about is called 'The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax', some english movie from year 1999. I've just noticed that the ratings in the internet aren't high at all, 5.5/10. But I thought it deserved better ratings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I didn't watch the whole thing. I missed out some early parts of the show. But this is the brief information I got from the information thingie in Astro. The story talks about an old virgin, Mrs. Pollifax joining the CIA. She's literally oooold. That makes the show more interesting, in fact. She's got herself into this mission, which is to take some weird microchip thingie to the head of the CIA. But she was caught, and I missed that part. But when I started watching the show, Mrs. Pollifax was already caught by this man. He interrogated her, and she made funny answers, which is hard for me to describe. But just to tell you, the guy who caught her wanted the microchip from her, in which she has it but she didn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played dumb, acting as if she was merely a normal citizen being right in the scene on a bad time. A typical grandmother, who nags about how honored she is to be an American, and such. Lol. You'll find it amusing, I'm sure, especially from this grandma. =P So, she was locked up with this man, who was supposed to be from the CIA as well. Not really sure what happened before, like I said. So, we'll skip that. Anyways, Mrs. Pollifax inspired me in quite a number of aspects. She's old, but she's determined. She's skilled, observant, smart, tricky, anything you would expect from a normal international spy. But, to have all those aspects in a old grandmother, is not something you see in TV everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, she wrote this long list of items and commanded the people who lock her up to get them. Since they required information from Mrs. Pollifax and Jack [the other locked up CIA man], they had to obey. But they didn't know how those herbs she requested looked like. So, under fierce inspection, she was eyed when they let her out to pick the herbs. While picking, she's like complaining about how the men had good and rare herbs in their garden, but they had not talents at all in taking care of them. Oh, you'll be able to see how funny that scene is. She was being eyed by murderers, yet she seemed like she's shopping. And she even complains about them, which is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got back to the cell, she told Jack about the stuffs she observed. She said things like the plants she saw are all mountain plants. And so Jack suspected that they were at North America. But Mrs. Pollifax said again that there was a nightingale, which exists commonly around Europe. The point is, I'm not teaching Geography or anything, but how observant this old woman is. =D She's really entertaining in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the two were being brought to a hospital nearby, since Jack was injured from the beginning, and he acted as if he was dying. So the bad guys had to send him for treatment, while Mrs. Pollifax proved useless to them, they were about to dump her somewhere else. So, on their way in the van, Mrs. Pollifax, like the three spy agents from the cartoon series, Totally Spies, did a bunch of things normally spies would do to escape. I love her act. =) In the end, they managed to escape to a nearby US Embassy for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pollifax, failed her first mission on the microchip, was being 'fired' then, by the CIA. So, they bought her a ticket home, but Jack insisted she stay. Anyways, skipping that part, she got her luggage packed, and was about to enter the taxi, when she saw this girl called Alice Freedman. Okay, long story short, Alice is a criminal who is selling nuclear bombs. She ran in and tried to tell the CIA boss about this, but he rejected to listen. So, she followed Alice on her own. Brave, and pretty smart at tailing. You'll get what I mean when you watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she tailed Alice to this hotel around Geneva. [ignore that] She acted as if she was a customer as well, and booked for rooms in the hotel for herself too. She stayed there for one night, observing every moves Alice is making. She's brave in every way, but she's still the funny, nagging grandmother. xD I'll stop here, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she caught Alice, just as the army rushed in and did the same. She's really cool, during the part when Alice was caught. I love that old granny. x) I usually hate kids in movies, especially those kids where they play main roles, but I love granny roles as main. They are all just so amusing and hilarious, unlike all grannies. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta continue Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Song: Chain. [Shigofumi Ending Theme]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Shigofumi.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Super Mario Land, Bomberman. [Both in handphone. =P]&lt;br /&gt;Book: Sejarah text book?&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/1593359883089706110-8959134510504675206?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8959134510504675206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8959134510504675206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8959134510504675206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8959134510504675206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected-mrs-pollifax.html' title='The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5305587884389423252</id><published>2008-10-13T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:11:17.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know..</title><content type='html'>Still hibernating, but a post during hibernation? Wow. =D Sorry, I can't resist to let this go, not since I've missed out some great stuffs to remember before that I should have posted here. T_T Anyways, this post is mostly gonna be about the funny moments with my dad, and one incident that happened in tuition today. So, lets get on to the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, some people visited our house, our old neighbors. We met them at the coffee shop during breakfast, and they said they would like to see our new house. Note that we were neighbors ever since my parents got married, so it's like 20 years. She's an old grandmother, with tons of grandchildren, but that's not what this is gonna be about. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was playing host, so my dad, my brother, Ian and I were walking behind, talking and entertaining ourselves. We were walking down the stairs when we stopped halfway to look through the window to the house behind us. The people there haven't moved in, so Ian was asking my father why. And, my dad said something...err...which made Ian and I laughed so loudly, but I'm not sure if it's gonna work for you guys. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: How come the people here always buy houses and don't move in one ar?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: That house is Mr. Goh's... OH!&lt;br /&gt;Ian: What?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *shocking face* Maybe he 'go' already... [since Mr. Goh is also, apparently, an grandfather already]&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I: CHOI!!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Because he is Mr. GOOOOO~ mar... *shakes hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, the funniest thing about that is his hands gesture. But I don't know how to describe it. So, later on, we talked on further about 'Goh' and 'go', and my dad brought up this story like it was gonna be something so wise. So, Ian and I listened like kids listening to a life-changing story. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You know what? There used to be a huge company, and the company manager is Mr. Kam. Some time later, he invited his friend, Mr. Goh to join him in his business. Thus, they work together as managers of the company, which is later named 'Kam &amp;amp; Goh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you guessed it, we laughed. &lt;.&lt; Though Ian was louder. =P And... One more last one is after dinner, when my father was driving the whole family back to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *reversing the car* Hey! You guys, it's a Subaru car behind! *points* [For people who've seen my dad's car, it's the blue one, you guys said it was special. Well, it's a Subaru car, which is rare in Malaysia. My dad only bought it to let his customers know he's supporting Subaru, which is his main customer's company.]&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yalah, yalah! Now be careful lah!!&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Yeah, yeah. Subaru, so what?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oi! Subaru car leh! Oi! *reversing recklessly*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *ignores* *looking backwards to 'check out' for my dad while he's reversing the car* *after some time* OIIIIIIIII!!! YOR!!! YOU DRIVING VERY DANGEROUS YOU KNOW! ONE MORE SECOND AND YOU WILL HIT THE CAR! IF THE DRIVER IS SOME KIND OF GANGSTER, DIE LOR!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: AIYAH! I know how to drive lah, you guys don't worry lah!&lt;br /&gt;Ian: *points at dad* And you still dare to criticize my driving skills!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *quiet all the time* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove out from the parking lot and into the road. My dad, while driving, made an expression that seemed like a brat unsatisfied of his little amount of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You guys don't like my driving then go down lah! *in a very spoiled brat voice*&lt;br /&gt;Ian, Mum, and I: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Ian: I pity you, want to scold people, but in the end, people laugh back at you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yalah! Very insulting one, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. =P Oh, yeah! One more last one, which is a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: I dare not to do that, if not mum scolds me everyday again.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What 'mum will scold you everyday'?! She got scold everyday meh? *in a VERY sarcastic tone*&lt;br /&gt;Ian, Mum and I: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe the last one ain't funny. But if you're there, you'll laugh. Most probably because of the atmosphere, I guess. *shrugs* Anyways, those are some little relaxing jokes for you guys to pass the examination days, or maybe they aren't even funny. But still, hope you'll enjoy them. I have one last thing to post for today, and it's something that happened...today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna title this part as 'Even the tiniest of cockroach can create an utter chaos'. =D And, yes, this post is about...cockroach. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during Add Maths tuition, Ivy and I saw a cockroach around my dining room. [Yes, Add Maths tuition is in my house, if you don't know it yet.] Then, we two were quiet, and our eyes were tracking it, since teacher was teaching. At first, the cockroach ran towards under the couch and hid under it, so we two turned our attention back to the teacher. Suddenly, I heard the other girl, Jing Nie said that she saw a cockroach. We all, especially Hanley, Jing Nie and I quickly reveal faces of horror. Oh yeah, the three of us hate, and are scared of cockroaches. So, the cockroach made its way to under the piano, and hid there for some time. While the others shifted their attention back to the teacher, Hanley and I were busy eying the piano, hoping the cockroach would never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the cockroach did come out at last. And that time, the teacher, Ah Khoo went somewhere to throw some rubbish if I remembered. Chua then stood up and approached the cockroach, hoping it would back off, while the three of us [Hanley, Jing Nie and I whimper] sat on our seats and eyes widened at the sight of the cockroach. Chua and Ivy grew interested in it and they began observing it. Shin Bee and Kai, however, were quite calm about this. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly, Ah Khoo took some tissue and grab the cockroach up. Ivy, instantly, screamed. I, who knew nothing of what had just happened, ran away from my seat along with her, since we're merely just in front of Ah Khoo and the cockroach. So, Ah Khoo tried to find a dustbin to get rid of it. But he walked back to us, asking me about it. Chua, who was now right in front of him, looked at the cockroach in his hand with interest. =P Suddenly, Ah Khoo brought the cockroach closer to her and she screamed too. xD It was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Ah Khoo did dispose of the cockroach. Phew... And, Hanley and Jing Nie and I were getting so scared. T_T All because of a cockroach. Lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Phantom Ensemble. [Perfect Cherry Blossom 4th Stage Theme Song]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;Book: None.&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/1593359883089706110-5305587884389423252?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5305587884389423252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5305587884389423252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5305587884389423252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5305587884389423252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know..'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3038757953763968084</id><published>2008-10-10T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:33:57.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SO9LMWyu6LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qmESDziGIVw/s1600-h/dream.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SO9LMWyu6LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qmESDziGIVw/s400/dream.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255501965813541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye! Till we meet again! October 24th! Just come now quick! =P&lt;br /&gt;*click on random button*&lt;br /&gt;Counting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibernation status...commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blackout*&lt;br /&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/1593359883089706110-3038757953763968084?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3038757953763968084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3038757953763968084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3038757953763968084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3038757953763968084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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/_03RyYR67kmU/SO9LMWyu6LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qmESDziGIVw/s72-c/dream.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-5747453191669493256</id><published>2008-10-04T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:18:38.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan and Typhoon Photos and Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=1095964218180666905&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video shows more, but don't expect much. This was taken in Taitong, the Master Bear Resort. The typhoon there is very weak, since it's protected by two mountains. But, even though protected, the wind's still this big. Don't 'suan siao' me lor. And, I chose this video also because there was two commentors. =P Ian and my mother. Both watching news in television and talking about the typhoon situation. So, if you hear what they say, you'll get the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5248602443558920748&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is even weaker. But the main reason why I put this is because of the noisy sound in the video, that sounds that the wind is strong enough to leave these sounds in my video. =P It's true!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Warcraft. [2nd killing spree and 1st number 1 in the list! =P]&lt;br /&gt;Book: Runemarks.&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/1593359883089706110-5747453191669493256?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5747453191669493256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5747453191669493256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5747453191669493256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5747453191669493256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/taiwan-and-typhoon-photos-and-videos.html' title='Taiwan and Typhoon Photos and Videos'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5198045219878724033</id><published>2008-10-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:01:03.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to Typhoo- I mean, Taiwan~</title><content type='html'>Title: The Trip to Typhoo- I mean, Taiwan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the title of this post. xD And in truth, Taiwan trip is a little bit...disappointing. No surprise if you actually go along with us. I can't say it's because Taiwan is boring, etc. Because it's not. Mainly because, typhoon has invaded Taiwan when we went there, so we had to skip few of the best places in Taiwan. Yes, it's sad news. But overall, many people said I'm crazy, but I thought the typhoon experience was great. But I still feel sorry for the victims who died during this typhoon incident, I heard there were two. According to the Taiwanese, this typhoon is the by far, the worst one this year. I don't know if you guys know how to differentiate the typhoons according to their grades, but we've managed to experience a 11th grade typhoon in Hualian, and a weaker 9th grade typhoon in Taitong. I'll explain more on this later. But for now, off to the Taiwan trip! This is going to be a looooooong post, I know it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day: Friday, 26th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the airport too early, man! Ends up we have to wait for the other people to arrive, and we've wasted nearly an hour there! Not only that, I have to throw away my lovely, cherished scissors, glue and stapler. Everytime I go out for trips, I will always bring along my dear pencil box, and ends up, I lose all my precious stuffs in my pencil box. ='( I've had it quite some time now, while trying to get through the X-ray machine thingie, my scissors will be taken away. And right now, before we even got as far as that, I just recalled of my scissors and stuff. I was scolded by my mother for bringing along my pencil box, and sad to see my scissors enter the dustbin. Sigh... Moving along~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate airplanes. Never liked the journey. One word to describe it all: suffering. So, we'll skip the suffering part. When we got to Taiwan, we saw the temperature and are like, "Oh man! We're back in Malaysia!" 27 degrees Celsius. Disappointed, all of us entered the bus and let the bus take us back to the hotel, so called Paradise Hotel. We have the night to ourselves, so we traveled around the area, hunting for food. We stopped by at a beef restaurant, and my mum can't eat anything, 'cause it's beef. So, anyways, after that, we got to the OK Mart, something like 99. We saw loads of drinks that were strangers to us, and I brought one, since I love the bottle design. But when I drank it back at the hotel, I threw it away. Lol. It sucks. I wanted to bring the bottle back, but I forgot. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night watching 黄金甲, and mocking Jay Chou's acting. I slept the earliest, so I know of no stories later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: Saturday, 27th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;So, we just got to Taipei, but we had to leave again today. To Hualian! I heard Hualian was beautiful, so I was enthusiastic. People come to Taiwan to makan, I come to Taiwan to see and play. So, we stopped by at some highland market area, and tasted some lovely Muaji. Then we brought loads of biscuits, etc. I ate something cool too! It's potato, similar to french fries, but it was rolled! I don't know how to describe... *grumbles* Should have taken down the picture, but I forgot. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, we continued our journey to Hualian. I slept during the trip, so I had no idea what happened. Then, we stopped by at this place called SuAo for toilet. =P There was this praying festival going on so the bus can't move and we had to walk towards the toilet. -.-' All this for a toilet. Anyways, it was crowded and etc. Nothing to comment there. After we got to the toilet, we went into 7 Eleven. Ian and I looked around for drinks, and my eyes caught something. I saw Jay Chou on a Sprite bottle. Ian seemed happy, and bought it. I even saw a Leehom bottle, Ian said he would buy it back for Shin Bee, but he forgot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on... The journey to Hualian was quite fascinating. Since Taiwan is mostly mountains, and below the mountains, there was no plain fields, but right away, the sea. Well, it's only in the east though. Imagine it yourself, the roads' like Genting roads, but instead of other mountains beside you, it's all sea. So, if you accidentally hit something, your bus will drop right into the sea. Nice, eh? &gt;=D But the sea is beautiful, wonderful. Ian caught a few pictures, I'll post them up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to Hualian by evening. And, during the journey to the restaurant, this kid in our tour saw the traffic light shaking. The tour guide joked around saying that the traffic light isn't waving at us, but it's shaking because of the wind. Yes, all the streetlamps and traffic lights are already shaking. We ate, and returned to the hotel. But before we got back to the hotel, we were brought to spectate this dance by the 原住民. After back at the hotel, we headed out for some 小吃, and the Dimsum is damn cheap, guys!! One plate of 水饺 only costs 40 yuan, which is rm4. And one plate consists of 10 水饺!! Ian heard until 4, so he ordered 4 plates, and, lol. We had to finish 40 水饺. xD But it's damn cheap, guys. The 小龙包 only costs 5 yuan each, meaning 50 cents. It's cheap, man! Then, when we got back home, mum and I and Ian watched the news and was shocked to hear the news on the typhoon coming tomorrow. But on the other hand, we're excited as well. The news said that few places like SuAo, Hualian will kena very badly, so we're even more excited. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: Sunday, 28th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;So... We did a little visiting around Hualian today, and left Hualian at around 10am or so. The typhoon, according to the news, is coming at around 2pm. So, we're kinda like running away from the typhoon. Oh, yeah, wait!! That morning, we experienced a little bit of the typhoon. In truth, during midnight, we already did. According to the tour guide, this isn't the typhoon at all. It's the winds BEFORE the typhoons come, get what I mean? And even though it's not the typhoon at all, it's already 11th grade. How bad is it? I'll try describing. Imagine yourself inside the hotel lobby, and the door of the entrance is those kind of glass door you have to push, and need quite some energy. Well, the wind can push it open quite easily. The workers have to put cardboards all around the windows too, to prevent the glass from breaking. And when we're on the bus, imagine the bus shaking while moving. Yeah, that's 11th grade, and the winds BEFORE the typhoon. *nods* We didn't managed to catch a video, but I think I got one, of Ian and the other two kids in our tour, trying to get out of the jade museum, when the typhoon is out there. I'll get all of them up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we escape from Hualian and the tour guide declared to us. He said we're supposed to head to Gaoshiung today, but because of the typhoon, most of the roads have been closed. You know why? Mini mudslides. Wow, imagine our bus experiencing that during our journey. =O So, we stopped by at this rural area around Taitong. A chalet called Master Bear Resort. Yes, rural area + wood houses. That's where we're staying. But do not look down at it! The room's perfect. =P And I managed to catch a short 1 minute video of the typhoon winds that invaded that area. In truth, as I mentioned before, Taitong only had 9th grade typhoon. But Master Bear Resort, even though in Taitong, was even weaker. Reason is because we're in between two mountains, so Master Bear Resort was practically one of the safest place in Taiwan at that moment. But the winds are not to be underestimated, guys. I'll show the video tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults partied along that day, and the kids? Well, we play those game machines of course. Metal Slug, shooting games, basketball. All those stuffs. Then, we even put up some fireworks the bus driver bought for us. Lol, while people are busy hiding from typhoon, we're shooting fireworks? The irony! And then, Ian, mum and I head back to our room and ate LOADS of snacks we bought. And guess what? The place that got the typhoon most is SuAo, and yes, I've just been there yesterday! 17th grade! Can you believe it?! Hualian got to 13th grade, I think. Or 15th. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, we've wasted this day because of the typhoon. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: Monday, 29th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the news came out and the typhoon is calmer now. Gonna leave Taiwan soon, but not quite yet. The aftermath is somewhat shocking. Streetlamps fell, trees, of course, and a girl even flew away from her motorbike. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out from Master Bear Resort, and went right ahead to GaoShiung. The journey took about a few hours, so we all just sleep there. And... What more to say? Nothing much I guess. When we got to GaoShiung, we went to this shopping mall, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day: Tuesday, 30th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;We got up damn early today, morning call at 4.30am, and headed out from hotel at 5am. The journey back to Taipei took around 5 hours. So, we reached there around 10am. We did a little sightseeing there, but I'll explain more tomorrow. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day: Wednesday, 1st October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Malaysia! So, got up at 4.30 am again and to the airport. Goodbye, Taiwan! Goodbye, typhoon! Hello, Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* Before I go, more reading for you guys. My reply to the rp, it's a long post guys!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, it was obvious. Kittens by the streets have no names at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all, but actually, it was all from the perspectives of humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They have names, in truth, but in a way that is hard for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;humans to interpret and remember, pronounce it, etc. Coren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was his human name. Easy to remember and pronounce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, she did have a point there, the fact that she did found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;him by the streets. However, his little dignity forced himself to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cover up this humiliation. &lt;b&gt;"Well, do &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; kittens &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk? At least with human language."&lt;/b&gt; He said, turning his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;head around to scan through the room. He needed to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;somewhere to rest, and hide for these few days. Somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;where the raven can never spot him, or sense him at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Besides, the color of the wall is dark, so it matches with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;color, unlike the other rooms in the house. It's perfect as his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hiding place. Content, he turned his eyes back on her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;enjoying the moments while she rubbed against his fur. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;almost purred but found it to be most embarrassing so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;merely kept quiet about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It seemed the girl, Kaila responded in a way that Coren less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;expected. At least, she didn't jump or shout or anything when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she saw him speak. Good for a starter. He used to talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;other humans he met in this dimension, and all of them ran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;away, shouting words like they've just met some evil spirit in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a cat's body. However, her surprise was written all over her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;face, so it was obvious for Coren to let her mind accept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;those facts first before continuing to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, it seemed there wasn't this chance. Someone was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;back, and from her reactions, Coren knew it was someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;who will not be happy to see him here. She hid him under her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;blanket and rushed to the couch. The door opened, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;there revealed a man, middle-aged, and stink of wine. Coren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shuddered at the scent of this man, but kept completely quiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as he tried to peek through the blanket. From what Kaila was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;doing and saying, it was all too obvious that the man was no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;one but her father. However, it wasn't all too surprising to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;her hug get countered off with something like a slap. Coren's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;eyes twitched a little as Kaila fell onto the ground. It wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;some serious injuries, but it sure felt pain to be beaten by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;someone you &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whatever happened later on, Coren didn't manage to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was recalling of the princess, the princess of Atylia and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the words she used to tell him. She used to tell him of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;thoughts about her parents. To her, her parents were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just...people there. They don't really mean anything to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everytime they see her, they talk to her about her future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;marriage and how her gifts can help Atylia to a glorious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;future. The princess even said to Coren, that the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she truly think of as a family, is Coren himself. Coren was her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;personal bodyguard, so he spends all his time with her back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at Atylia. But he failed his duties when the enemy country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ambushed the castle during midnight. A series of unfortunate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;events[lol] happened, and the princess was lost, in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dimension. Coren had to leave Atylia to bring her back. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it has been for 2 years now. The princess's life or death was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;unconfirmed too. What would he do if he found the princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dead? He never wanted to give any thoughts to that, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As the door was slammed shut, Coren snapped back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;his reminisce. He crawled a little and poked his head out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the blanket, and saw Kaila crying on the floor. He will not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;disturb her, because he knew it was back to let her be like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that first for now. A minute later, she came to lift off the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;blanket with a swollen cheek. Coren stood up and shook his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;fur a little, tidying them after the mess the blanket made him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Not the fatherly sort of father, it seems."&lt;/b&gt; He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;finally turning his eyes from his fur to Kaila. Looking at her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;face reminded him of the princess, and at times like these, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;he would tell the princess of stories he heard, and she would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;smile. But as for Kaila, he knew nothing of how to cheer her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, a looooooooong post on Taiwan and a looong reply. =P I will not pay for any medical fees for your eyes, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Music: 我的快乐 [from the Taiwan show]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Runemarks.&lt;br /&gt;Others: 命中注定 我爱你 [watch it for the hilarity]&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/1593359883089706110-5198045219878724033?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5198045219878724033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5198045219878724033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5198045219878724033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5198045219878724033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-typhoo-i-mean-taiwan.html' title='The Trip to Typhoo- I mean, Taiwan~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6543802866239853776</id><published>2008-09-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:25:14.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err... No More Inspirations for Titles. =P</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to school like usual, but asking myself, why did I do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this post isn't going to be anything like that. I just said that to start my post for today. =P I'm practically brain dead for any special ideas to write for today. I've just spent 2 hours typing the starting post for a roleplay I had in my mind for weeks. And, I did, in the end. But it took my precious 2 hours away. So, my brain's been sucked dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I thought I wanted to blog about this in my blog today. When we got to school, Hng tried to gamble whether or not Chua will come. But she gambled not, and no one else wanted to join her. So, even though she is right in the end, no one cared about her. xD So, she just lost her greatest chance of winning that free rm1 from...me. 'Cause I gambled in my heart that Chua is coming, but because I didn't say it out, I don't have to lose my rm1. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on... During English lessons, for some reasons, Ah Oh returned to us. Maybe because he needed to use my and Hng's help on his English Oral test. Don't know. But anyways, at least he still remembered us. xD During EST lesson, we all talked on food for quite some time, all too excited for recess to come because of the topic. -.-' Ah Oh was especially excited, while we mentioned some of the famous restaurants, then he'll go on with all his elaborations. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Add Maths lesson, I don't really know how it happened, but Pek Shian and Jia Ying came to join our conversation, which is between me, Hng, Siao, Jojo and Hui. We talked on loads of stuffs, and Mr. Lim commented us as 'Female Chickens'. xD But we continued our chattering. And... I forgot what period it was, but this little fun thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to talk about Pek Shian's birthday. All of us are busy guessing different dates on May. And the end result was May 23rd. Pek Shian then said this random thing, which made us all laughed so loudly in class. [note that she forgot when Hng's birthday is.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek Shian "Aiyor. My birthday is February 3rd lah!"&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hng *shocked*&lt;br /&gt;Hng "You mean whose birthday ar?!"&lt;br /&gt;Pek Shian "Mine. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hng *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it may not sound as funny. But it sure is if you're there. Siao and Hui and Jojo happened to be talking by themselves so they missed this part. But they did turn back with shocked faces to see Hng and I laugh like idiots. Then, after some time, we didn't tell her about it but she flipped into her book to look at it, despite my hard efforts of snatching the book back from her. She laughed with us then, for another time. Lol. It can't be a coincidence? Can it? =D [If you still don't get it, Hng's birthday is on February 3rd. Hence the joke.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Pek Shian turned to guess Siao's birthday, because she forgot about it too. She suggested June at first. And Siao acted like it was correct, and talk like a business people agreeing with something. When Pek Shian gave her a wrong date, Siao just said things like, "Ya... It's right. Not bad har you. Ya..." Then, once again, Hng and I laughed so badly. -.-' Then, we told Pek Shian it was wrong. Then she started to guess again. Siao repeated the same thing. So, we laughed again. &lt;.&lt; [All laugh and laugh...] In the end, Pek Shian, with thousand confidence, said this aloud, "I KNOW! MARCH 30TH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, AGAIN. Then she is like, "But I remember during the last day of March, we greeted Siao wor..." Then we told her yes. Siao even said to her that it is on the last day. But Pek Shian answered, "June 30th?" Hng and I laughed, and Siao said, "Aiyar. Very close liao lar." Lol. Pek Shian is still confused though, still determined that it was on March 30th. We told her, in the end, that March has 31 days, and so Siao's birthday is on March 31st. Then, we laughed for one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's Rosette's reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila looked down at the cat in her arms as she took him upstairs&lt;br /&gt;and then sighed a little, shaking her head. He had a name that&lt;br /&gt;wasn't Mr.Kitty? Well, of course he did. She just didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;Grinning, Kaila looked down at him again. "Sorry, I wasn't aware&lt;br /&gt;that you had an actual name, because you didn't tell me your name&lt;br /&gt;before now. But anyways, nice to meet you then Coren. My name&lt;br /&gt;is Kaila."She told him softly with a small nod. "I'll use your name&lt;br /&gt;then. And you were on the street, weren't you Mr.Ki- oops..I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Coren."She said with a small chuckle befre turning into the hallway&lt;br /&gt;once she made it up the stairs. Her house wasn't out of the&lt;br /&gt;ordinary, it seemed pretty normal. The walls were painted in neutral&lt;br /&gt;colours, the furniture was white, the accesories around the rooms&lt;br /&gt;were a light brown.. And pretty much every room except for hers&lt;br /&gt;was like that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When she opened the door, a burst of purple and red would have&lt;br /&gt;been apparent. Her room was painted a dark purple, the accesories&lt;br /&gt;in her room were red. Not usually the best colur match, but it was&lt;br /&gt;her favorite colour. And the room was decently large, able to fit her&lt;br /&gt;bed, one dresser with a large mirror, a comfy chair and a small&lt;br /&gt;couch. Her guitar was placed in the far corner of the room. It was&lt;br /&gt;probably the most interesting room in the house. There were books&lt;br /&gt;all over her dresser her bed was a mess but she didn't seem to&lt;br /&gt;mind. This was also probably the messiest room in the house. Kaila&lt;br /&gt;didn't really care about her room, neither did her parents, so she&lt;br /&gt;just cleaned every other room on a regular basis, except for this&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila slowly sat down on the couch and then placed Coren in her&lt;br /&gt;lap, gently running her finger over his head where he wasn't&lt;br /&gt;injured, wonering if he was going to answer her question or not.&lt;br /&gt;He.. Definately surprised and intrigued her. Kaila had never met a&lt;br /&gt;talking cat before, and she doubted that anyone else had either.&lt;br /&gt;This also made her wonder if he had a human form or anything like&lt;br /&gt;that. She would have liked to see that. Her attention was turned&lt;br /&gt;back to Coren though when he started speaking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Listening to Coren, Kaila blinked a few times. Atylia? Not in her&lt;br /&gt;world.... Then where was it? There were alternate realities or&lt;br /&gt;dimensions out there too? Wow.. That surprised her. She was&lt;br /&gt;about to comment on that when she heard some footsteps come&lt;br /&gt;down the hallway."Shit.I'm sorry Coren, please bare with me."She&lt;br /&gt;whispered to him before gently putting him underneath a blanket&lt;br /&gt;that was on the couch, to appear like he wasn't there. "Please don't&lt;br /&gt;say anything or move."She whispered before lounging back on the&lt;br /&gt;couch like it was normal. When the door opened, Kaila looked up&lt;br /&gt;to see her father, a drunken fool. She put on a fake smile and then&lt;br /&gt;stood up."Welcome back, daddy."She said happily, going over to&lt;br /&gt;him to give him a hug.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila was suddenly stopped though when her father lifted his hand&lt;br /&gt;and then backhanded her hard across the face, sending her to the&lt;br /&gt;floor. She put her hand on her cheek and then looked up at her&lt;br /&gt;father, tears in her eyes. "What did I do now?"She cried, seeing his&lt;br /&gt;disapproving glare look down at her. "Y..You worthless daughter..&lt;br /&gt;You didn't clean the leaves like you were told to. I told you to put&lt;br /&gt;thm in garbage bags when you were done! You lazy bitch!"He&lt;br /&gt;yelled before stumbling out of her room and to his own to get some&lt;br /&gt;sleep, slamming the door on the way out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila blinked a few times before biting her lip. She layed her head&lt;br /&gt;on the ground and then cried softly, trying to not make too much&lt;br /&gt;noise that Coren or her parents would be able to hear her. Once she&lt;br /&gt;cried for about a minute, she forced herself to stop. She could feel&lt;br /&gt;her cheek already start to swell from the hard impact. Getting up off&lt;br /&gt;of the couch, Kaila stumbled back over to the couch and sat down,&lt;br /&gt;taking the blanket off of Coren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Great.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ratatouille soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Subterranean Animism, Warcraft III.&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Ratatouille, Billy and Mandy's Boogie Adventures[or something like that].&lt;br /&gt;Book: None.&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/1593359883089706110-6543802866239853776?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6543802866239853776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6543802866239853776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6543802866239853776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6543802866239853776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/err-no-more-inspirations-for-titles-p.html' title='Err... No More Inspirations for Titles. =P'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-7546594824528501863</id><published>2008-09-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:00:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes Another Day of...FUN!</title><content type='html'>Yes. If you can actually see the title, you'll know what this post is gonna be like. But you can't. So, you're forced to read this. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around a month or two ago, Chua and I were given an...assignment to do. It is to translate some old Chinese passage into modern day Chinese. The first few groups who did it only have to read out their translations. And every time they do that, almost half of the class fell asleep. So, our Chinese teacher found that the method she was using isn't really effective. So, she came up with an idea before Chua and I are supposed to...'present' our assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided that each group should have more members[one group used to have only 2 members] and that we should make this assignment better, more interesting. So, she suggested ways for us to present our translations. One, drama. Two, slide shows. Three, mahjong paper. So, the first team who actually have to do something like this was Hian Ee's group[class pres.]. And, their drama was entertaining. Inspired by this, Siao[who was added into our group along with Hng] told me that we should have an even more interesting drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, her determination brought us what we have today. Actually, she was not the only one who is determined. =P We are all determined, so don't think you're all that great, Siao. =D We gathered the translations today, and we started to work on the casting list. If you guys really want to know about it, the 文言文 is about some people being very fair and just. &lt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Story&lt;br /&gt;晋平公 - Siao&lt;br /&gt;祁黄羊 - Ling&lt;br /&gt;解狐 - Soon Kia&lt;br /&gt;祁午 - Hng&lt;br /&gt;孔子 - Hui [Yin Hui if you remember]&lt;br /&gt;Narrator - Chua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Story&lt;br /&gt;腹憞 - Chua&lt;br /&gt;秦惠文 - Siao&lt;br /&gt;儿子 - Hng&lt;br /&gt;官吏 - Ling&lt;br /&gt;被杀者 - Hui&lt;br /&gt;Narrator - Ky Lee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, for the first story, this is how things go:&lt;br /&gt;[ I'm gonna use the actresses and actor's names to replace the real names in the story, cause typing Chinese is just too much trouble. =P ]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao is feeling very troubled these days. There was no 'leader' or some sort in the area of Nanyang. Just then, Ling went to greet the troubled king. Siao asked Ling of who was capable to be the 'leader' of Nanyang. Ling thought for a while and said Soon Kia. But Siao curiously asked Ling, that Soon Kia is Ling's rival. But Ling said to Siao, that what Siao asked was who was capable of being the leader, not who Ling's rival is. Then, Siao decided to make Soon Kia the leader of Nanyang, awarding him with the title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Siao was troubled again one day. She was walking through this corridor, and Ling was on the opposite side. Ling greeted the king once again, and Siao asked her again, that who was capable of being the leader of the army for their own kingdom. Ling answered that Hng should be the one. Siao asked Ling again, that Hng was supposed to be her son. [That sounded so wrong. xP] But Ling said the same thing back to Siao, that what Siao was asking was not her son, but the person capable of that position. In the end, Siao agreed with Ling's decision.  Just then, Hui heard of this and she praised Ling of her fairness and justice. The end. =D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicating? I supposed it is, for the characters. Sorry. But hope you'll get an image of it. xD So, the funny part started when Siao and I did the first scene. The part where I greet the troubled emperor. Because, I supposed I was too nervous at some point, I shouted when I said, "参见皇上." All I see in front of me is a smiling Siao who was resisting to laugh, and so I did the same, trying to hold back my laughter. xD I knelt on the floor, and Siao was supposedly happy that I would do that for her. xP I dunno. But I enjoy my role cause I get to swipe around my paper fan! xD Like Zhu Ge Liang. xDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the first story proceeds okay. But here's the second one:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hng murdered Hui just because Hui stole Hng's mango. [xD This was added purely to create a funny atmosphere around the class. ] And so, Hng became a criminal. However, Siao decided not to kill Hng, and brought in Chua. Chua was Hng's father, by the way. Siao told Chua that she decided not to kill Hng because Chua is old, and she only has one child. If Siao were to kill Hng, then Chua will have no other people to depend on at such an old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chua rejected Siao's kindness. Chua said that according to the 墨子's rules, one who murdered people should be sentenced to death, and one who hurt people should be punished. And because of these rules, the citizens of the world are able to live like this. Then, how can Chua not follow the rules? So, in the end, she told Siao to execute Hng. So, Siao ordered Ling to start the 'killing ceremony'. xD And finally, Hng's head was chopped off my Ling. =D The end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this one's funny during the starting. Hng and Hui entered the scene. Hui was taking a stroll while Hng suddenly ambushed from the back, holding a plastic cake knife. xD She threatened Hui, because Hui stole her mango. xD That was something we added on our own. It's not in the original passage so don't blame our ancestors for the silliness. =P So, I guess the whole class did give a huge reaction to this scene as Hng stabbed Hui shouting, "Get to hell and eat all the mangoes you want!!" xD The whole class applauded for this. We got very excited too. [This proves that children these days are violent. *nods*] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm gonna stop here for today. Sorry, guys. To just suddenly end this post. I've used 30 minutes to type this and now I'm sleepy. @_@ But before I go, enjoy the roleplay post!  My reply to Rosette's:  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feline eyed the girl's movements when she tried to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;remove his paw prints on the couch, never really minding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;much that he was causing trouble to others. It was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;troublesome thing too, the fact that her parents doesn't seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to enjoy the company of animals, especially cats. But, her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;room seemed fine, although the space was little, it's enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for him to rest there. When she told him about his 'fate' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tomorrow if he were to sleep down here as he wished, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;almost laughed. Dead? He would like to see how they do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kill a cat, that is. He allowed himself to be carried up by her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and brought around. He is a cat, of course he wanted to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;touched and rubbed by other humans. However, the way that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she was always calling him Mr. Kitty irritated him. It sounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"On the contrary, I have a name, and it's not Mr. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kitty."&lt;/b&gt; He said, turning up to see her, while being carried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;by her. &lt;b&gt;"It's Coren. And please use my name and not &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that, ugh, Mr. Kitty. It's like... You're classifying me along with &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;those filthy kittens by the streets."&lt;/b&gt; He said, turning his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;little head back to the front and looked at the path she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bringing him. Maybe he would need two days to rest, for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wounds to heal completely, then he will leave again. It's best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;not to start any lasting friendship with someone, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After he introduced himself to the human girl, he started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;think about her question. Should he answer her with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;appropriate answer? Or should he just leave it there? He did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;expose his identity to her, by talking. She should know by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now that he was no ordinary kitten, but a knight from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;powerful kingdom in some other dimension. Oh well, what's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the harm? Before he leave, he could always use a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;magic to wipe her memories off. Let the human discover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;something big for now, and have her totally lost about it later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on. Cool plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A kingdom by the name Atylia. It's not in your world so &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't even bother to check it out in the...what map was that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some human's name... At- something. Oh, whatever. You get &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what I mean."&lt;/b&gt; He was in the human dimension for 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;years now, it was no surprise that he kind of learn something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;about the humans, and their ways of living. Coren laid his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;head down on her palm later on, feeling tired every second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been days since he last rested, he really needed this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'sanctuary' and tonight's good sleep. Yawning, it ended up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;something like a small meow, before he hear someone at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the door, the doorknob turning, and footsteps entering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Balamb Garden. [FF8 Theme] [Current Blog Theme]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Are You Done Yet? [quite hilarious]&lt;br /&gt;Book: None. But was about to read Black Sun Rising. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-7546594824528501863?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7546594824528501863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=7546594824528501863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7546594824528501863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7546594824528501863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-goes-another-day-offun.html' title='There Goes Another Day of...FUN!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-4436112985951640880</id><published>2008-09-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:02:18.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Are Coming</title><content type='html'>Exams are getting nearer, guys! Eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as some of you may know, Siao came over to my house for a stay-over. Yeah, yeah, our reason is to study together, but we did, you know. Just, the time was shorter compared to what we did for entertainment. xD But, at least, we studied. I showed her a couple of animes, and her conclusion was my storytelling was better than the actual anime. -.-' But it was a compliment, so I can't complain. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sort of enjoyed Grave of the Fireflies a little, which surprises me. But we only get to see the start, before my mother returned back and stumbled upon the entrance of my house. I have to like switch off the dvd player and get Siao and myself to a reading stance in like 5 seconds. Lol. So, my mother actually thought we were studying, but we ended up talking things like, "Hmm... I think this chapter very hard hor." "Ya lor... I still think we should do this do that..." etc. xD It was a nice experience though, running away from a lioness. &gt;.&gt; [Oops! Did I say that? =O Naughty me! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I kinda lost my mood for blogging tonight. The only reason why I am still here, typing is because I felt guilty for not having anything for my readers for such a long time. So, anyways... At least I tried to do a little something for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosette's reply to my previous post in the rp! xD Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila had almost finished cleaning around the wounds and the&lt;br /&gt;wounds themselves before the cat suddenly hopped away from&lt;br /&gt;her, onto the ground."Mr.Kitty... I'm not done yet.Where're you&lt;br /&gt;going?"She asked him before blinking a few times when she saw&lt;br /&gt;the cat... Smile at her? His eyes, that seemed to be smile.. It was all&lt;br /&gt;so... Human almost. But when the cat actually spoke to her, she&lt;br /&gt;yelped and then fell over backwards, her eyes widening. Did that&lt;br /&gt;cat just... Speak to her!? Or was she losing her mind... Maybe she&lt;br /&gt;was tired but.. No. The cat bowed, closing it's eyes. This wasn't an&lt;br /&gt;ordinary cat, that was for sure.... Kaila had never ever experienced&lt;br /&gt;something quite like this before. She still thought that she was&lt;br /&gt;losing her mind. Maybe she was just over-tired and imagining.. or&lt;br /&gt;even dreaming this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But when the cat opened it's eyes again, Kaila knew that this&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be a dream or her imagination. it was looking aorund,&lt;br /&gt;examining everything around it. This cat.... just where did he come&lt;br /&gt;from? Kaila had so many questions that she wanted answered, but&lt;br /&gt;didn't even know how to start asking. When the cat looked back at&lt;br /&gt;her, Kaila shook her head when he asked if she minded if he lended&lt;br /&gt;her couch for a day or two."I...I don't mind but I think you shou-&lt;br /&gt;"She started speaking but then the cat just trotted out towards the&lt;br /&gt;couch. Scrambling to her feet, Kaila ran out to the living room and&lt;br /&gt;was about to tell that cat to stop, but it was too late. She groaned,&lt;br /&gt;seeing him hop up onto the couch, leaving marks on the couch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sighing, Kaila walked into the kitchen, getting some stain remover&lt;br /&gt;and a cloth before walking out to the couch, kneeling infront of it&lt;br /&gt;and looking to the cat. "No... No one here sleeps on the couch but&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you get off of there right now."She mumbled as she&lt;br /&gt;sprayed the stain remover on the paw prints and started to scrub&lt;br /&gt;the fabric of the couch, getting the marks out. "Mr.Kitty cat.. I have&lt;br /&gt;a small couch up in my room, you can stay there for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;My mother... Isn't really fond of cats and both of my parents just&lt;br /&gt;don't like animals in general. So if you don't want to end up dead&lt;br /&gt;on the street tomorrow, then I suggest you come with me."She&lt;br /&gt;said, reaching over to gently lift the kitty off of the couch and onto&lt;br /&gt;her lap, finishing up cleaning the couch. Kaila picked him up in one&lt;br /&gt;of her arms, being careful not tot hurt him before putting the&lt;br /&gt;cleaning stuff back in the kitchen."I apologize but I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;see you hurt..You're so pretty."She mumbled, running her finger&lt;br /&gt;along the fur of his head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;".... Where did you come from, Mr.Kitty?" Kaila asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;She needed to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lilium. [Elfen Lied OP]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Grave of the Fireflies, Chrno Crusade.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Teen Titans.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Sophie's World.&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/1593359883089706110-4436112985951640880?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4436112985951640880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=4436112985951640880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4436112985951640880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4436112985951640880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-are-coming.html' title='The Days Are Coming'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-7729043281576769693</id><published>2008-09-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:48:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Interesting Memories</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened. But there's this little thing that really entertained me much today. So I just have to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3 in the afternoon, when I finally posted my reply to a roleplay I'm doing with a friend. After that, I'm so bored and tired, so I retreated myself to watch television with my mother downstairs. Watch and watch... And I was out of show around 3.50. I came upstairs to check on my computer for a while, since I've just remembered I forgot to tell my roleplay friend I was away from my computer. But she was already offline. So, I checked another conversation which was shining under my bar, and it was Ras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised. I made a bet with myself that his messages were gonna be something like this: Can you do me a favor? And I was proven correct. [To Ras: xD] The surprising feeling drifted away, as I asked him what is it he wants now. Oh, I am lucky, though. Usually, he's gonna ask help for money but I never cared him about that. But today, he's asking me for a real favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favor to sign up for some geeky internet game. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wanted to continue my TV show first and so I returned back 45 minutes later. He was offline, so I ignored him. But around an hour later, he returned. I asked him[FIRST], and he gave me the link. So, I obediently made an account, but I laughed while doing so. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the stuff to share for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SMvO5OyZy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oAxVkUaTni4/s1600-h/lol....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SMvO5OyZy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oAxVkUaTni4/s320/lol....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245513673620442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting, eh? I was laughing so much, although silently. Truth to be told, the only thing right there is my email. I don't care if my password is revealed, it's nothing to me anyways. I won't even play this game, since Ras himself didn't seem like he wanted me to. So, I finally made an account for myself, and Ras continued to 'order' me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SMvPmK5ud8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lZbweZM0MdY/s1600-h/omg....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SMvPmK5ud8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lZbweZM0MdY/s320/omg....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514445671528386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the page where... Actually, I don't know. I just did as Ras told me to, etc. But I have to save this down 'cause... Because of the 'The Province of Blablabla' and the 'The Humble Lord Idiota'. OMG, I almost laughed myself to the floor. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's lame. But I enjoyed my day nonetheless. And he's gonna have me log in again tomorrow and switch countries, be a traitor and finally ending up in his kingdom. Then, he's gonna eat my army. As if I care. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nearly forgot about this. My reply for Rosette's post in 'Princess, Where Are You?'! =) Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The cat let itself get carried up by the girl who just saved him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and purred softly, as a note of his gratitude. She brought him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to the front of the toilet, starting by cleaning his blood. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wasn't really that pain as she voiced. The cat had face worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;agonies before. As the wounds were getting cleaner, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;feline hopped from the girl, and onto the ground gently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gracefully. Its fur was pretty, despite having a dirty color. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cat eyed the girl, and it was as if the cat was revealing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;smile towards the girl. &lt;b&gt;"Thank you for your help."&lt;/b&gt; At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this, the cat bowed down slightly, and closed it eyes. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as if the cat was not an animal at all, but possessing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;manners and personalities of a human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The feline opened it eyes, and took a quick glance at the girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;before shifting its black hues to the surrounding. The house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was okay, not too big and not too small. The furnitures were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;little, not glamorous. The girl must be alone now, too, seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as he heard no other sounds from the other rooms of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;house. The feline finally turned its attention back to the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mind if I lend your couch for a day or two?"&lt;/b&gt; He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;asked, turning his little black head forward and walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;slowly towards the couch. He noticed that the girl was slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;frightened, by the fact that a black cat just talked. He really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;had forgotten that he was no longer in the dimension he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;from, but in the humans' dimension, where everything was all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;about science and technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The black cat turned up to examine the couch. Then, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;little might, the cat leaped up on the couch and walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;around. Its dirty paws began to leave markings on the couch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but he didn't care about it. He sat down on the couch at first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then lay down his head finally. &lt;b&gt;"Nice."&lt;/b&gt; He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;standing up once again. He turned his eyes once again to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the girl, recalling of her presence. &lt;b&gt;"I don't think you would &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mind a cat to be borrowing a place in your couch, right? Or &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;does anyone in your family prefers sleeping on the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;couch?"&lt;/b&gt; The cat asked while its tail was twirling around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Great.&lt;br /&gt;Music: My Immortal. [Evanescence]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: The Princess Diaries, Kim Possible, The Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul.&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/1593359883089706110-7729043281576769693?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7729043281576769693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=7729043281576769693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7729043281576769693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7729043281576769693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-interesting-memories.html' title='Some Interesting Memories'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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/_03RyYR67kmU/SMvO5OyZy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oAxVkUaTni4/s72-c/lol....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-1985840450855866903</id><published>2008-09-12T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:57:26.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Everyone Come Come Come!' Street~</title><content type='html'>Title: The 'Everyone Come Come Come!' Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, in school, just the plain usual stuffs. We sit in class, we talk in class, we ignore teachers in class, we SOMETIMES listen to teachers in class, we do SOME work in class, and we laugh in class. However, today, things went into a much more deeper extent as I laughed so much today. I missed these moments. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some time after recess, everyone's seats [only the last 2 rows actually] were jumbled up. In the end, when I returned from finishing some of Persatuan Sains's random business, I found out that my seat was being dominated by Hng~ So I sat beside Hui Yi instead and quietly eat my nuggets that Hng and Siao bought for me during recess. Then, we just do stuffs that weren't worth mentioning so I'll skip this. And, during BM lesson, it was when the fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly that fun now that I've thought back of it. As some of you are already aware, Siao and another friend, Yin Hui [so I'll refer to her as Hui] are quite...obsessed...with the idea of selling bikinis. [Long story, don't ask.] So, Siao was the boss of this bikini shop and Hui was one of the workers. And they're always joking around that I'm the best customer they had, even though I never joined them in this...game before. But today, life's about to change, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a ruler shop beside their shop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a ruler shop, people. Not a stationery shop. I sell rulers, rent rulers, and you know, fix rulers! Anyways, skip that part. So, we're joking around a lot when Siao and Hui were busy 'designing' new bikinis. It was actually quite idiotic, but we're idiots. =P So, Siao was telling me that my shop was gonna go bankrupt one day if I continue to sell only rulers. And I told her, I don't own only one shop, I have a dim sum restaurant too! Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Siao and Hui asked me about my shop. So I randomly blabber out something. I told them my shop's name is '大家来来来', and they laughed for like non-stop. So I followed along with their laughters, even though I don't find it particularly funny. *shrugs* So, Siao was so excited over this name, that she even named her shop. '大家变大大'. It's a little...dirty, I know. But what can you expect from Siao's head? And we laughed again for quite some time... And, well, the laughters go on again... And then, there comes the continuation of the laughters... And finally! Something other than laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about what happened then, actually. Lol. But I'll skip right away to this part. I suggested to have a career for every close friends we have and have them join in our 'story'. In the end, this was the end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dim sum restaurant. [大家吃吃吃] [Yeah, changed it. And my ruler shop did go bankrupt.]&lt;br /&gt;Siao: Bikini shop. [大家变大大]&lt;br /&gt;Hui: Massage place. [大家按按按]&lt;br /&gt;Hng: Glasses shop. [大家看看看] [Since she seemed to have quite a number of knowledge on how to keep your glasses.]&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Majlis Perbandaran Chua. [大家赔赔赔]&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: Long trousers shop. [大家长长长]&lt;br /&gt;Soon KIA: Dead man shop. [大家死死死] [No idea why he chose this. =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we name this street, the 大家来来来 street! Crazy, eh? I even drew a map. But I guess I'll have that up tomorrow. And so, we played around like little kids and well, the day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Hng specifically requested for me to put up the continuation of my roleplay post. I'm not sure if you guys will like it, but I'll post one reply per day. We only have about 17 posts on the roleplay now, so I don't want to rush things. =) Enjoy this post written by the other rper, Rosette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you people still don't know how roleplaying works. I'll have another brief explanation. I start the story with my character, and someone will reply to the story, continuing the story with his/her character. Thus, it's like we're both actors and actresses playing our part in a movie. Get it? So, this post today is Rosette's reply to my first post. [the one I posted up last time] Tomorrow, I'll put up my next reply for her post if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila sighed as she layed on her bed in her bedroom. Her parents&lt;br /&gt;were gone again tonight, like usual, probably out partying or&lt;br /&gt;something again. She didn't really care though, she was used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Kaila usually just kept herself busy by cleaning the house or her&lt;br /&gt;room or just cooking for the fun of it. Yet... She wasn't really that&lt;br /&gt;good of a cook.. She didn't care though. If she made a mess of the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen, she would just clean it. Mostly all the time she was alone,&lt;br /&gt;so she was used to cleaning and things like that, to keep herself&lt;br /&gt;busy. Sure, she had school but on weekends and after school, she&lt;br /&gt;really didn't have anything to do. Kaila liked to keep to herself, so&lt;br /&gt;she didn't hang out with her friends very often. And today was no&lt;br /&gt;different then any other day.. Or so she thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Slowly sitting up on her bed, Kaila looked around. It was a little too&lt;br /&gt;silent here... More silent then usual. "Huh... That's weird.."She&lt;br /&gt;mumbled to herself as she got up and out of bed. She put her&lt;br /&gt;headphones around her neck and then walked out of her room,&lt;br /&gt;looking around. Nothing. Kaila slowly walked out of her room with&lt;br /&gt;a yawn, her bare feet lightly thumping against the wood flooring of&lt;br /&gt;her house. She made her way downstairs and then looked around.&lt;br /&gt;Again, nothing. "Hm.."She mumbled before going into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and making herself a sandwich. She hadn't eaten yet, and she&lt;br /&gt;thought that she probably should.. She was getting hungry. And&lt;br /&gt;she figured that it might give her something else to put her mind&lt;br /&gt;on, except for this eerie silence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It almost seemed as if the world was waiting for something to&lt;br /&gt;happen, and Kaila started to feel a little anxious herself. How long&lt;br /&gt;were her parents going to be out tonight? Probably all night again,&lt;br /&gt;like they did every thursday night. They would come home drunk&lt;br /&gt;and complain about hangovers the next day. No, her life wasn't&lt;br /&gt;really that glamorous. Far from glamorous actually, her life was just&lt;br /&gt;a big huge thing of sh- No. Kaila refused to let her mind wander&lt;br /&gt;through that again. She was fine with how things were, she got alot&lt;br /&gt;of time to herself. Which most teenagers like her wanted... Sort of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then a sound outside made her jump and then fall over, off of&lt;br /&gt;the couch that she had been previosuly sitting on. "W... What the&lt;br /&gt;hell was that?"She asked herself as she scrambled to her feet. It&lt;br /&gt;sounded like a shriek of some sort, a bird or some sort of animal.&lt;br /&gt;Louder then anything that she had heard before though.&lt;br /&gt;Kaila quickly rushed to the window and then drew back the curtain,&lt;br /&gt;looking out into the dark night. She flicked on the outside light and&lt;br /&gt;then looked around a little, tyring to see where that sound came&lt;br /&gt;from. She knew that it had to have come from somewhere close by,&lt;br /&gt;since it was so loud. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaila gasped a little and then quickly opened the front door,&lt;br /&gt;looking around when she saw a rustling in the bush. Frowning, she&lt;br /&gt;looked around and then growled a little. She hated raven's with a&lt;br /&gt;passion. When she heard the bird rustling through the leaves, she&lt;br /&gt;frowned more. "Scram, bird. Scram!"She yelled at it before&lt;br /&gt;watching it fly off into the night sky.  Kaila sighed, running her&lt;br /&gt;hand through her light blonde hair as she started to clean up the&lt;br /&gt;scattered leaves. "I jsut did this too... Mom's going to flip when&lt;br /&gt;she gets home if I don't fix it."She mumbled to herself before&lt;br /&gt;looking up when she heard something.. Something that sounded&lt;br /&gt;like a meow from a cat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When Kaila looked up, she gasped and then dropped the leaves in&lt;br /&gt;her arms. A cat... Blood. "Oh my god..."She mumbled before&lt;br /&gt;quickly rushing over to the cat, her bare feet brushing across the&lt;br /&gt;cold grass. She dropped to her knee's and then gently picked the&lt;br /&gt;cat up, careful not to hurt it. "You poor thing...Let's get you fixed&lt;br /&gt;up, shall we?...Oh..."She mumbled before quickly standing up and&lt;br /&gt;rushing inside, closing the door behind her. Kaila quickly rushed to&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom and then placed the kitty cat on the lid of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;"Stay here, i'll get you some things to help you."She said before&lt;br /&gt;rushing to the kitchen for the first aid kit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Once she got it, Kaila rushed back into the bathroom and kneeled&lt;br /&gt;infront of the toilet, the medical kit beside her."I'm sorry kitty... this&lt;br /&gt;might hurt a little."She said, wetting a cloth with some water. She&lt;br /&gt;then started to dab around the wound, getting the blood off of his&lt;br /&gt;pretty fur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, gonna get out of here and watch TV now. =P Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-1985840450855866903?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1985840450855866903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1985840450855866903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1985840450855866903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1985840450855866903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-come-come-come-street.html' title='The &apos;Everyone Come Come Come!&apos; Street~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3945753660985532803</id><published>2008-09-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:39:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Tips are... Ah Oh will Dance~</title><content type='html'>I just noticed recently that my post titles aren't visible in this skin. o.o I'm slow. But anyways, I have a title for all my posts. xD And today's title was: Where the Tips are, Ah Oh will Dance~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea where I got that from, but it's practically what today's post will be about. Siao and Hng kept on persisting me to have this post up, so I guess here's the post for ya'all to have another nice laugh. =) I seem to lack a lot of laughs in my blog lately, by the way. &gt;.&gt; [That means life's getting duller!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for people who knows Ah Oh, you will know that he did all of these out of volunteerarilalily *checks dictionary* Oh, sorry, voluntary.  And, if you all do know him, then you will be fully aware that nothings comes after his pride! Yes, it's not a typo, I do mean AFTER his pride. =D Just for the sake of obtaining the knowledge about tips on this term's Chemistry examination, he would rather dance in front of the class, and sing for the teacher, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a wonderful morning when Pn. Hong entered our class during Chemistry lesson. She sat down on the table, taught us a few stuffs about Qualitative Analysis, then it was free time for all of us. Ah Oh decided to use this perfect and wonderful chance to approach Pn. Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[!Beware: I am not there when this conversation happened. I was obediently studying my Biology. So, this short conversation was only my imagination. But something like this occurred. So, go on with it~ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: Teacher ah~ Got any tips for the Chemistry exam or not?&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Hong: If you sing for me, then I'll give you tips lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ah Oh ran back to us in the back row and asked us for 'advice'. We suggested several songs for him, but in the end, we chose "月亮代表我的心" for all those who knows Chinese. Before he even started singing, he turned back and look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does the song start again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, so loudly. =P Then, he sang for teacher without embarrassment while all of 4S3 enjoyed these moments of wonderful music. NOT! His voice came out funny that even he himself commented that his voice was ugly. xD So, he gave up on singing and retreated back to our headquarters again. While walking, he came up with another idea. He turned to Pn. Hong with hope glittering about in his eyes, as he suggested,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, I think drama is better lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first person that appeared in his mind to do a drama with is, none other than, Siao Sherene! xD The next person is Wei Yang, and then they discussed among themselves about what they're gonna do. Around this time, Ah Oh also, FINALLY, noticed that we're using him for all these. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what the truth is, to tell you the 'truth'. =P All I know is that, within less than 5 seconds, our class burst into a loud and thunder roaring laughter as Ah Oh do his thing! He danced like an Egyptian from the back of the classroom, or as Siao said in her blog, the duck dance to the front. And what's more, you say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was getting near to the teacher's table, he knelt on the floor with a [fake] rose in his hands. As he did that, the laughter of the 4S3-ers were covered, and only his and Pn. Hong's voice can be heard. *tears out of dramatic romance scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Oh: TEACHER!!!! *extends hands with rose*&lt;br /&gt;4S3-ers: WOOT!!!!! *cheers on with loud applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D What a lively class we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, Ah Oh was repaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chapter 2 will stand 5 marks in your Chemistry paper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Resonance. [Soul Eater 1st OP]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: Subterranean Animism, GrimGrimoire.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Firesong. [3rd book of the Wind on Fire trilogy]&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/1593359883089706110-3945753660985532803?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3945753660985532803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3945753660985532803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3945753660985532803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3945753660985532803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-tips-are-ah-oh-will-dance.html' title='Where the Tips are... Ah Oh will Dance~'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6710364820877192166</id><published>2008-09-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:54:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... There goes another day. And yes, another day means that we're one more step nearer to...you know, loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, days in school have been, expected, I guess that's the word. Every day, when I was tidying my books for school on the next day, I actually thought about what we're going to do in school tomorrow. Then, I pointed at my timetable and say, "Free, free, teach, free, free, free, teach, teach, free." Well, that's just a random jumble of words, but the main point is, school days have just became much more meaningless, in my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I actually think about why I continued my school days without complaints, I've noticed. The only reason why I never gave up on going to school everyday, may be because my mother's strict about stuffs like these, but also because of my friends. They are there when I'm bored, they are there when I have problems while revising, they are there when I wanted to laugh, to talk, to just...do crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... All I wanted to say is... Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao did a bunch of crazy stuffs again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, all emo and now a random event. What's happening to me again? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Siao and another classmate opened something like a restaurant. So, Siao is the waitress and she came to take orders from Chua and I, since Chua said she wanted to order something. In the end, this is what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua: 15 roti canais and something... I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 10 abalone and 100 mango puddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I have a party to attend. =P So, anyways, as if this were some natural thing to say, Siao typed some random digits in her calculator and revealed to us, the enormous price of our orders. While doing so, Ah Oh happened to pass by, and well, hearing the number[S], he laughed. Rather than laughed, he yelled. And, well, for some reasons, I, who was so busy doing my Physics revision, laughed along for quite some time. It's been a while since I've heard that loud and sharp signature yell of his. It really cheered me up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What? I have nothing to write here anymore? Meh, that's all for today guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're curious to know the price? RM 898965. That's what Siao said to me. *shrugs* I even get a free bag to pack my 10 sets of abalone! =D But they snatched it back. =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...! And...! And...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially adore this picture of Yorihime, from the Touhou serial comic: Silent Sinner in Blue. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gensokyo.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ssib13.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Sakasama no Chou/Inverted Butterfly. [Jigoku Shoujo/Hell Girl OP]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul. [Present from Shin Bee and Max~]&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/1593359883089706110-6710364820877192166?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6710364820877192166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6710364820877192166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6710364820877192166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6710364820877192166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-7446704998890096945</id><published>2008-09-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:45:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of...Beginnings.</title><content type='html'>So, today was, as usual, my normal Sunday life. Wake up early in the morning to hear my mother's ranting about not waking up early to help her, etc. So after that, we got to breakfast and when I return home, my father and brother managed to escape from the clutches of my mother's nagging! I'm betrayed, no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to escape her nagging by, you know, actually do some work. So, since my little Luschka stinks so much, I've decided to take a bath for him. It's been already 1 year since I've last taken a bath for him. DO NOT MISUNDERSTOOD! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; did not shower him for 1 year, but my maid is the one who did it. Lol. I myself misunderstood when I re-read my post. =P Anyways, back then, we just bought him from the dog breeder so I obediently wash him, to convince my parents that I can and will take care of OUR doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, as time goes, you start to forget things and well... This was one of the things I've forgotten to do. But today, I'm gonna do it! Besides that, Luschka seemed a little too quiet for my liking. He used to jump around and run around and knock around and slip around and shit around[wait, did I say shit?], but these days, he's getting a little weird and actually jump less, run less, knock less, slip less, and shit... wait, no, that has nothing to do with this. So, I told my mother about it and we thought Luschka's ill. But, know what? I've never known ever in my short life of 16 years that by taking a bath, you can actually revive from the dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Luschka did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied him up by the fence and I wash him in our garage. He was too obedient, it scares me. When I was rubbing him, he just let me do it and stared to the front, doing nothing, not even sniffing! I remembered when I used to shower, he will lick away all the shampoo on his fur with his tongue, and that resulted in more scolding and beating but we'll skip that. =P So, where was I? Oh, he was too obedient so I managed to finish his bath quickly. After that, my mother called me to clean the garage as well, since all the shampoo from Luschka's body is all over the garage floor, and his fur. So, still tying Luschka there, I started to clean the floor and sweep away all of his fur, which gathered to turn into a furball. I should have taken that picture down, but my mum swept it away into the grass. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after cleaning the garage, which took me about an hour and a half, since I had to sweep away ALL of his fur, which was everywhere. And, later on, I helped to water the plants and well, the trouble is, we have too many plants. All 4 corners of the house are filled with plants. So, you expected it. I have to move the looooooooong and heeeeeeeeeavy host all around the 4 corners to water the stupid plants. =P And, trust me, they are not in pots. So, you should very well know how much water one plant needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... Finally got back to my room to rest. And, you know what? My mother said she wanted to leave the house to bring my uncle to his daily Sunday routines. So, I was left alone in the house, together with 4 Vietnamese workers who were sent from my father's factory to clean our house. Okay, so anyone would definitely feel panicky to have only 4 Vietnamese [3 male 1 female] in your house alone with you. But, I was fine. Locked myself in the room. That's all. xD When Chua called up and I told her, she's like, "Ling Wei?! What if you were kidnapped?!" Lol. Thanks for your concern. But I won't be. They should be worrying for themselves. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mother got back around evening, and well, everything was normal then. I returned to roleplaying temporarily, as I finally replied to every roleplay [6 roleplays currently] and actually spent an hour roleplaying with someone else too. Oh and, today is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherene made her first post in her blog and I'm the first person to post in her chatbox and I'm the person who fixed her chatbox for her and she posted the most about me in her post about the CCZG introduction!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO FORGET!&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: If you actually open google and type in 'CCZG', you will find my blog there! =D I'm getting famous. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Great.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Asterisk. [Bleach 1st OP]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Firesong. [3rd book of the Wind on Fire trilogy]&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/1593359883089706110-7446704998890096945?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7446704998890096945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=7446704998890096945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7446704998890096945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/7446704998890096945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-ofbeginnings.html' title='A Day of...Beginnings.'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-1206515992726973502</id><published>2008-09-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:15:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Anorther...Same Story?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, dumb title, but what the hell? I like it. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school days seemed almost normal these days, excluding the fact that exams are around the corner, thus my classmates are getting a little more tense. And that results in more of the ignoring teacher part and study by myself part. Well, it may seem out of the world for some of you, but no, not for the 4S3ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself, was finally convinced to start preparing myself for the exams too.  However, whenever I get back home, there is more TV and computer and sleep and PS2, and well, you know, the usual stuff. =P Anyways, back to the classroom story. Hng and Soon KIA and Chua are, as usual, busy studying and revising. Ah Oh, sometimes studying and sometimes busy with his PBSM stuffs[although he usually throws them to Siao, and literally ordered her to do what he wants, while she just obeyed him quietly...]. Siao, still relaxing herself as she read her chinese fiction. As for myself, half half I guess. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh, the suffering of having nothing to write! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I've suggested this little idea to Siao and Hng few days ago and they love it. Well, of course they do. These greedy people will be delightful to earn something just by visiting my blog almost everyday. =P As I said in the updates section by the navigation bar, I'm gonna award some of the top readers of my blog. =) Actually, I have no proofs at all whether or not you're the top, but I have in mind of some of my loyal readers. *cough*Siao*cough*Hng*cough* I will burn some of my time to make a few animations for you people, so be grateful about it, despite knowing it will turn out... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've been quite fond of this skin, so it will stay here for maybe a month or more. Besides, having to change to a newer skin requires lots of time and I may even miss out a lot of teensy stuffs in my blog. So, in order to relieve you readers from the boredom of seeing the same thing over and over again, I'm gonna change only one thing: the music. Not sure if you readers do listen to them while visiting, but...Oh well, at least I did something for you guys. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What more to say... Oh yeah. Siao Sherene! Your stories are so darn scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Tired. Headache.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Omamori. [Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei 3rd ED]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: The Third: Aoi Hitomi no Shoujo, Zoku Sayanora Zetsubou Sensei, Law of Ueki.&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows: Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, A Goofy Movie. &lt;br /&gt;Games: None.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Firesong. [3rd book of The Wind on Fire trilogy.]&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/1593359883089706110-1206515992726973502?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1206515992726973502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1206515992726973502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1206515992726973502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1206515992726973502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-day-anorthersame-story.html' title='Another Day, Anorther...Same Story?!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-1302646703956589482</id><published>2008-08-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:08:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbering and Photos</title><content type='html'>The moment of...blabbering. xD I've return again today, to blabber about stuffs that happened today. Nothing much, just some crazy stuffs I reeeeeeeally wanna post here. So, here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, got up, and thought about my about-to-be-day today. When I reminded myself of the free activity for the whole day today, I jumped with joy. I woke up, played a few rounds of Subterranean Animism, cursed the game for not letting me enter the 4th stage without dying even once, then I hopped downstairs to wait for my family. We're going out to eat together today. So, ate in Ijok, my favorite Nasi Lemak. =D Then, returned home, mum and Luz went out, so the whole house was left to my brother and I. So, hopped to the couch, got ready my ps2 and GrimGrimoire, then bucker up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming time! GrimGrimoire was damn hard, man! First time I got hooked up with a strategy game. It rocks, man! xD But I suck at it. Can only managed to get "Ordinary Magician" rank every time I accomplish a mission. xO But anyways, the story was...quite special, although many of the stuffs there resembled Harry Potter. [ex: The principle of the school is Gammel Dore, while Harry's Dumbledore. See the resemblance?] Anyways, finally got through the sucky stage, then...that's it. I can hear my readers flaming me... "What the hell?! I don't care about your games!" xD Okay, okay. I'll go on with my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard mum's car outside so I quickly switched off the game and waited by the door like a wonderful daughter. xD Yay! She bought me KFC! We had a wonderful lunch together in the living room while watching some chinese drama, in which I can never understand how they manage to make it so cheesy. So, I got back up to my room and updated my blog skin. Then, I went downstairs to play GrimGrimoire again, but accidentally slept in the couch when waiting for my maid to finish watching her show on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and my brother said to go to the newly opened Tesco around our area. Went there, had dinner in some nyonya restaurant, went to buy fruits with Luz then return. Lol, I never knew my brother was so...innocent about fruits. xD I'll skip this before he yells at me. Oh, yes! I adore this conversation we had in the nyonya restaurant. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I ordered Hokkien Style Noodles, my brother Malacca Char Mee, Luz Tom Yam Noodles.]&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think they really forgot about my noodles...&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Maybe they have to cook it in Hokkien, China before bringing it here! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, and they have to cook yours in Malacca before sending it here.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: *silent* ... *silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD I really enjoyed seeing my brother being blasted away by me today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I received quite a lot of requests from Siao and Fion to post up pictures in my blog, so... I guess my lazy butt finally changed its mind. [Butts have minds?! WOAH!] So, there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, photos are coming soon~ =D My computer is toooooooooooo slow to upload them. Will do them with my brother's computer today afternoon. Be patient, people! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mirai no Eve. [ Avenger ED Theme - Ali Project ]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;Game: GrimGrimoire, Subterranean Animism.&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/1593359883089706110-1302646703956589482?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1302646703956589482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=1302646703956589482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1302646703956589482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/1302646703956589482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/moment-of.html' title='Blabbering and Photos'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-4755355108158414493</id><published>2008-08-30T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:15:24.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin! Wooopeee!</title><content type='html'>Yes, guys. It's a brand new skin. I finally noticed that I can NEVER use navigation skins anymore, because either they ruin my tagboard, or my music, or just my whole page. Anyways, I've decided to bring back the music to my blog again, to revive my blog once and for all! &gt;=D Hope you guys love the combination between the cute blog skin and the cheerful song from Spirited Away[千与千寻]! Actually, this skin is also dedicated to Hng and Siao who are always discussing about what to eat next! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =D Will post again later if I have something to post. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this time's new updates are:&lt;br /&gt;1. New poll. Go vote! Now!&lt;br /&gt;2. New tagboard colour. I'm getting tired with the old one. =P&lt;br /&gt;3. The return of the music!&lt;br /&gt;4. The hitbox is back! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;5. Two new blog links are added. Yee Yun's my old friend, and Fion's the another Xin Yi! [Siao will understand me. =3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to study now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Great. [because of a wonderful skin. &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;Music: Itsumo Nando Demo. [Spirited Away ED theme]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: GrimGrimoire, Subterranean Animism.&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/1593359883089706110-4755355108158414493?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4755355108158414493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=4755355108158414493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4755355108158414493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/4755355108158414493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-skin-wooopeee.html' title='New Skin! Wooopeee!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3472853566981503652</id><published>2008-08-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:33:53.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspiration!</title><content type='html'>O.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ello, people. What am I going to post today? Well, absolutely nonsense. I have nothing to post but I just feel like typing, since... I am not in the mood to roleplay. I feel soooo bad to the other rpers. Either way, to make up for the absence of my typing for roleplay replies today, I'm gonna type here! About some things that happened these days in school. The days when I finally return to my normal school life, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As readers of my blog, you all should be pretty aware of the fact that Chiho just left back to Japan. Once she leaves, I'm back to my old life. I used to hate it, but now, it's...neutral to me. I was happy, in truth, to finally get back to school, despite the fact that I have to wake up early, get to school with 'panda' eyes, get bored of the teachers' constant 'speech', talk to Sherene[xP] whole day long, and get to tuitions. The starting days are tiring, and I believe Ivy felt the same way as I do. Homeworks began to pile up, and not forgetting the fact that final exams are on their way too. As I said in my MSN, it's now the overture of the race with my homeworks and exams, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chiho's return to Japan, I've got back my private time. I used to have them on replying to all my roleplays, playing Touhou, dota[AI bots =P], watch some anime, type some useless chattering, etc. But now, to call me to change them into sessions for homework and revision is just asking too much. xD For one thing, to reply to all of my roleplays already require AT LEAST 2 hours. I have to brainstorm about what I'm gonna write, and my grammar, spelling, not to mention the length of my reply! I can assure you this: all of our replies are almost one page of an A4 paper. No kidding. We type a lot. So imagine myself having to reply at least 6 roleplays a day, which means 6 pages of different stories. Wow. But, it's fun so I can't complain. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am not here to talk about this. So, get back to the topic, man! Yesterday, Minister Siao and I, Secretary Ling made a new rule about THE 'HAM's. Hehe. Not ham, people, 'ham'. =P Basically, 'ham' comes from the word 'hamsap', for Malaysians. xD So, you get the meaning. At first, Minister Siao has this tendency to say 'ham ham', which sounds so funny, at least to me. So, yesterday, when she was about to hit my back, but... ended up...lower than that... [LOLLOLLOLLOLLOL] So, I called her 'ham ham'. Then she said the fact that I like to tickle Minister Hng's waist is also 'ham ham'. Then, this is where the rules came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this rule so that people will not be mistaken. Here's da list: xD&lt;br /&gt;1 finger: Ham&lt;br /&gt;2 fingers: Ham to the power of 2/ Ham square&lt;br /&gt;3 fingers: Ham Ham&lt;br /&gt;4 fingers: Ham Ham to the power of 2/ Ham Ham square&lt;br /&gt;5 fingers: Ham Ham to the power of 3/ Ham Ham cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, I know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister Hng and I, Secretary Ling did another crazy thing again today. For some reasons, we began giving everyone nicknames, actually, christian names, or whatever you call them. And, this is the little list Hng and I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maggie [which obviously, isn't something too surprising to some people]&lt;br /&gt;Hng: Fiona [she hates this soooo much, but that's why it's a better choice]&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Evelyn [she had that up herself in her email, so we just use that as well]&lt;br /&gt;Soon Kit: Adam [Hng and I laughed so much on this, I came up with the name in like, less than 1 second, not bad...]&lt;br /&gt;Oh: Abner [he had it himself, we laughed because we said it came from the word 'abnormal', which explains why this name suits him]&lt;br /&gt;Siao: None. Her excuse is Sherene already sounds like a nickname... [grumbles]&lt;br /&gt;Ky Lee: Curry [obvious reasons if you actually read her name]&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yi: Nicole [I gave her that name, it suits her, people, so don't complain]&lt;br /&gt;Ming Hong: Alice [lalala...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... What more to say? Ah, of course, a good news to you people. =P Readers of my blog, take note of this. I'm actually interested in writing the story myself, the story that was supposed to be my roleplay, remember that I blogged it here? Oh, if you still don't get it, then don't bother reading this. Just press the "X" button on the top bar. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for people who has a clue of what I am blaberring about, then read if you're interested: I might post the story here. I am aware I have my own site just to post my stories. But, I figured, this site is more active than that. &gt;_&gt; So, err, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Hyper, then neutral, then angry. [because of homework]&lt;br /&gt;Song: ハートフェルトファンシー. [Jap words! Woppeeeee! It reads Heartfelt Fancy, a theme song from Touhou 11: Subterranean Animism]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: 1/2 episode of The Third: The Girl with Blue Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Game: GrimGrimoire.&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows: Teen Titans.&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/1593359883089706110-3472853566981503652?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3472853566981503652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3472853566981503652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3472853566981503652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3472853566981503652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiration.html' title='An Inspiration!'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-5569492315233518456</id><published>2008-08-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:53:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Smile On My Face~"</title><content type='html'>I smiled. And laughed. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, right? =P Well, actually, it's because I received replies from Chiho and Robin. =) Chiho was very funny in her reply. xD I laughed so much after reading it. Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't  miss you.  ........... うそだよ---　わたは　とても　さみしい。[ It's a lie. I am very lonely here. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get up morning. But you are not here,but a lot of homework here......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My room is filled with a lot of things!!!!!Very messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must  clean up there.　But I am so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because they are all souveniors!!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No!! ちほ！[ Chiho! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. A little explanation. Since everytime Ivy calls Chiho as 'Chiha', so I did the same thing in the post. Thus, the last sentence. I can imagine her voice here right now telling me, "No! Chi-Ho!" xD Awww... I can still hear her voice here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Robin! I just sent her an e-mail and I got my reply like 10 minutes later! I love you all. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Very good.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: The Third: Aoi Hitomi no Shoujo [Thanks to Ian!]&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&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/1593359883089706110-5569492315233518456?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5569492315233518456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5569492315233518456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5569492315233518456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5569492315233518456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile-on-my-face.html' title='&quot;A Smile On My Face~&quot;'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3671824864564235551</id><published>2008-08-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:20:53.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Go, but Memories Stay</title><content type='html'>As most of you might already know, Chiho left Malaysia today. I was occupied for the whole day today, so skipping school is the best solution. I was locked in my room to finish Chiho's present: Album and diary 2in1. =) I pasted all the photos in one page and on the other page, I wrote diary entries for her. From August 5th when she arrived, until August 25th when she left. Everyday. Despite the fact that I have no records at all of what happened at that specific day, I brainstormed a lot today  to recall of the dates of those events, those wonderful and some sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiho's arrival to Malaysia created many laughter for us. But, people who are closer to me knows this well: I was in a terrible mood all these days. I get angry very easily, until I am a huge and idiotic jerk. I get angry at whoever was in my sight. I scold people or just affects people's moods because of my fury. I want people to know I'm angry, so that they won't continue to stimulate my rage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk of the reasons of my unreasonable anger here, but I will talk on the good memories. Chiho, was, at first, just a normal friend in my opinion. I thought that, when she comes here to Malaysia, we're going to be good pals, and just have our little farewells without tears at all. But, I was proven wrong. Before today, I always thought that my relationship with Chiho was merely a normal friendship, an acquaintance. But today, when I was spending all my last strength to finish her present, I noticed: I see her more than a friend, I see her as a family member, as a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For usual events, I will give up doing something easily as this was one of my negative habits since young. But today, despite the fact that I was going to mentally pass out, I continued her present. As people knocked on my door, I wanted to cuss so badly. My mental could no longer stand it. I need sleep, I need rest. But now, I need time, as much as possible to finish what was at my hands, to pass it to Chiho as a memorable present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make that present for her just because I thought I should. Well, few days ago, yeah, it was for that reason why I planned to make her this album + diary. My plans were actually quite simple: make her a photo album, and give a name for all the photos. But now, it changed. I began writing long notes for her, notes about what we did those days, notes about what happened, what she did here. You can say it was a small book that contains all of our memories together. I want it for myself, if possible. I wanted a copy of it. But, I know, it's best if it is in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing her present, I have no thoughts of giving up that came across my mind at all. Instead, I was even worrying that she might not like it because of the impurities, which is mostly my written mistakes, and maybe grammar mistakes. [Because I wrote half of the entries in Japanese.] I even considered for some time if she will understand what I wrote, so I tried to avoid difficult words, and focus on the easy ones. I even blamed myself for my ugly writing. Chiho, to me, this present was worth so much. So, I hope you will treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the present was finally done, I was so happy. I couldn't let it go for one second. When my mother volunteered to take care of it for me until we reached the airport, I took it from her in the car. I held it tight by me, afraid that I might forget to pass it to her before she leaves for Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiho, you might be reading the album + diary right now. I don't know how you will feel, what you will think. But, Chiho, all I want you to confirm with me, is that you will never forget about us here in Malaysia. No. Matter. What. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your origami letters, Chiho. I read them, and I was touched. Although the japanese one was hard to read, I understood half of what you're trying to say, without a dictionary. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I went to your school, you protected me. When we went to camp, you said to me 'Be careful!' many times. I was very happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed after reading that. =) Thank you for those messages, Chiho. My tears from the airport is returning to me. I can't believe I cried so much tonight, Chiho. When I saw you cry, the tears start to gather in my eyes as well, for some reasons. When we were parting, my tears began to flow out from my eyes to my cheeks. When I see Robin, Satomi and you crying while coming over to hug me for one last time, I can't hold it on anymore. I said to you, "Don't cry. Don't cry anymore." But I myself was crying so much, sobbing softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the fact that Satomi cried was wonderful. Lol. I never thought she was someone like that. When I first saw you, Satomi, for some reasons, I know we'll be good friends. When I know Ivy is going to be your roommate, I told her, "You're lucky. Both Satomi and Naoyo are talkative." Lol. And we became best friends right after my visit to your room. My little hentai Satomi... =D When I saw you cry, I asked, "Satomi? Are you crying?" And you're like... "Of course lah!" And you came over to hug me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin, when I saw you in the airport, you were crying already. I handed you the present I was going to give to only a few of you who were closer to me, you looked so happy. Robin, before we parted, you're the one who hugged me the most times. Robin, I thank you for being my first YE friend during the camp. [excluding Chiho of course. xP] You were in the same team as me, and when we were playing the water gun game, I told you, "Lets protect our country!" And you played along with me. When I was afraid I will have no friends in the camp, you were the first to approach me. Thank you, Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now. I'm getting all teary-eyed again. *wipes eyes* Overall, thank you, Chiho Enomoto, Kasumi Taura[Robin], and Satomi Takashima, for the wonderful memories. You three, are my best-est japanese friends in the whole world! No, you three, are my japanese family. =) Goodbye, and hope you will not forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mood: Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Subterranean Animism 4th Stage OST.&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Game: None.&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/1593359883089706110-3671824864564235551?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3671824864564235551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3671824864564235551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3671824864564235551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3671824864564235551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-go-but-memories-stay.html' title='People Go, but Memories Stay'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-8060311076286698634</id><published>2008-08-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:33:17.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of RPG</title><content type='html'>Another post of the introduction about my roleplaying life. People who are close to me all knew about RP[Roleplay], mostly because of my constant mentioning about RP. First of all, by RPG, yes, I do mean Role Play Games. But, beware, it does not go by the meaning of the RPG-genre of video games. Roleplaying is like writing a story. A person starts a story with his/her own created character(s) and you continue the story with your own character(s). It's fun, actually, if you enjoy imagining stories by your own. It's a wonderful hobby for you to apply your imaginations into words and share them with people all around the world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started roleplaying since I was 12, and back then, I love the idea of roleplaying. Everytime I had my eyes on a new anime, I began to grew obsessed about them and think of them all day long. You know what I'm thinking? Well, if I am a character in that anime, what sort of character will I play! And from that, it leads to more stories and thus, a new story is born! So, when I heard of roleplaying through the anime forums I joined, I started to read other RPGs more often. I got used to the way of roleplaying, and so I started to RP as well. Firstly, I did RPGs based off animes and games I know. It's like doing a new story from the anime or game. It was so darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, RPing life doesn't usually stay long. People often got bored of RPing and stop. I did that too myself. I would RP for like half a year, and stop for a couple of months, and start to RP again. That is what RPers call 'roleplay blues'. xD Or at least I do. So, that concludes most of the introduction about roleplays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off, I wanna 'show-off' of a new RPG I just thought of recently. It's a fantasy RPG, about a knight sent by the kingdom to search for the long lost princess. The princess is said to have powers that can affect the whole universe, so other kingdoms also seek for this princess. The knight met his obstructions and hardships as well, and so the RPG is something like this. My character, which is the knight, is a cat in truth. With magic, the cat is given a human form, and was granted with human knowledge as well, etc. So... I wanted someone to join in, as either another magic-user my character meet with, or the real princess. Though I prefer for the first choice. But either way, you're not the person whom I was going to RP with so lets skip that part. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... This is the 'show-off'. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;span class="MsgLink"&gt;ρяїисєѕѕ, wнєяє аяє чоu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The search for the princess has yet to fruit. This 2-year journey had already took away 4 of my 9 lives. And today, I've just about to lose my fifth. As blood dripped from my wounded neck, I walk, not knowing where my path will lead me to. I was discovered by them, no matter how hard I try to conceal my identity. I have got to hide, somewhere. A sanctuary that can keep me hidden for at least a few days, until my wounds heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled myself into the bush nearby, nicely tamed in the lawn of a small house. Hidden within the shadows, my feline sight searched for the black bird flying across the skies. Ravens. Worse of all bird breeds. They camouflaged themselves perfectly well during the night and slyly ambush on their enemies when caught off guard. Ugh... No matter. The black fur on my skin covered myself pretty well. There it was, sitting on the branch of the tree in front of me, waiting silently for my carelessness to occur. Pitiful of the raven. It doesn't know that its luck was about to end soon enough, when this little feline finished it off with a little shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready. So ready that my heart was thumping louder than my breath, to rid of the raven that left me this irritating wound on my neck. I brought up my little black paw, careful not to raise any suspicious sounds. My feline lips moved, not in a cat's way, but sort of human-ish, as if speaking words of a human. The shadows of the branches extended to cover most of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are perfect for protection and ambush, they make no sound to distract attention. That's why, my chosen element was shadow, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven's ignorance was amusing. No wonder they said birds have small minds, it thought it was supposed to be the offensive one, while I'm on defense. Think again, birdie. A feline is never on defense nor offense, we're always on the track of victory no matter what. Shadows extended until the weak claws of the raven, silently gripping it with its invisible force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the raven took notice of the ambush. The feline smirked, releasing the shadow until it covered all of the raven. The struggles of the raven was useless. Nothing can possibly break my shadow, unless for some impossible circumstances. The raven could feel, now, that an invisible hand was gripping it. It choked, unable to breath through its squeezed lungs. The white teeth of the feline shone through the darkness around the bush, and the raven finally discovered its position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven struggled more, and its head broke free from the shadows. The raven let out a loud and sharp cry, penetrating the nocturnal silence of the area. Its wings began to regain its freedom, breaking apart the shadow grip. Damn it. Without any second thoughts, or rather, just thoughts, I turned to run. It found me. The damned bird found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the another bush and the raven followed, trying to attack me from the outside. I lowered my body to the ground, my yellow eyes locked on the raging raven. Even if a cat outstand a raven, at this point, I'm totally useless. The raven has all the advantages now. What to do now? If I don't act soon, the damned bird is going to get to me. I once again raised my paw, about to use my skills again to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice joined into the noise. The sound of the raven rustling the leaves of the bush was covered, by the voice of a young girl. "Scram, bird. Scram!" Her voice echoed through my mind. I knew, she was my savior. My fifth life is protected. The raven had no choice but to surrender itself, and flew away into the dark skies away. But I know better than to think I've won, because I've just lost. The raven was still around here somewhere, but for now, I needed rest. Revealing myself to the human would be the best choice. Plus, I get to have a free place to stay for the night if the human is kind enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feline acted. It walked slowly from the bush, into the brighter area where the source of the light was from the streetlamp nearby. The human girl was seen tidying the messed up leaves. The feline meowed, and let its dripping blood shone as the light was reflected from the blood, to the girl's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, concludes my post for this time. Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;Music: 3rd Eye. [ Touhou 10 OSTs. ]&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Games: Phantasmagoria of Flower View, Ragnarok Battle Offline, Perfect Cherry Blossom, Super Marisa Land, Subterranean Animism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-8060311076286698634?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8060311076286698634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=8060311076286698634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8060311076286698634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/8060311076286698634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonders-of-rpg.html' title='The Wonders of RPG'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-6908821358552134715</id><published>2008-08-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:32:13.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Face</title><content type='html'>Before you all start reading this new post with enthusiasm, I want to warn you all: I'll be cussing quite a lot in this post, most probably 'cause I'm in a horrible mood today and it has just got worse tonight. The 'f' word will most probably come out most of the time in this post, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I currently am fostering a hatred for all male students in school. I regretted bringing Chiho to school, in the first place. Seeing as other boys try to take advantage of her by taking photos with her and asking for her MSN, telephone number, address. Well, back off, you f*cking people. If you think you only want to talk to her just because she looks good, well, don't. I will not bring her to school anymore even if you asked me to. Why? Because she is tired of being in school but she tries to smile just so she can please you all. She knows well that she is the representative of Japan. In front of the foreigners, she has to smile, just so you PEOPLE can leave a good image of Japan. But all I see is you people taking advantage of her. Whats even worse is that, you people even hunt down for MY phone number just so you can ask me about her. What the f*ck is that?! You guys stalking after her?! Well, you know what? Get the hell out of my sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, today, I'm just plain emo. I'm really tired because I have to attend to most of Chiho's needs, and endure MANY annoying moments with some other people, and that I am trying my best to get everything done in a perfect way. I was so tired in Chemistry tuition just now, despite my friend's efforts to try to entertain me. When I got back from Chemistry tuition, I was aware there will be a Physics tuition tonight as well. Trying with every little might of mine to restore my strength, it failed miserably when tuition began. I was so darn tired, and I just wanted to sleep. But, you know what? Someone just keeps on bugging me and I don't even want to name that person. Sorry, but I was damn annoyed just now. I tried to smile and speak as calm as I can, but I can't. I have my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I saw Hng talking to me in a very anxious way. Apparently, she's confused. When she added me into the conversation, it was Ivy who was confusing her. So, I tried to play hero by telling Ivy to stop, since Hng's mood was unstable as well tonight. I was tired in truth, but I thought it was the least I can do for Hng. But in the end, it made my mood worse. So, I'll skip the tiny annoying bit and get to the last, which is the part that totally ruins my mood for the night. I told Ivy to ask her father about the schedule to Bukit Tinggi Camp tomorrow, and I'll be calling her again later, to confirm the details. And you know what? "shut up la plz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Ivy. I was really mad when I see that. For the whole night, I'm trying to endure my emo-ness. But that one little sentence made it all explode. I've seen so many annoying things today, but by far, this was the only thing that made me explode. Sorry, but I really have to type this out. I need something to express my damned feelings. Behind me, I hear my mum's and my maid's nagging to pack my damned stuff for camp tomorrow. I just want a quite time. So, shut up, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Music: [ Some music that cusses and curses. ]&lt;br /&gt;Animes: As if I can watch without cussing.&lt;br /&gt;Games: Well, fighting games for sure, to imagine myself beating a damned puppet until it breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-6908821358552134715?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6908821358552134715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=6908821358552134715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6908821358552134715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/6908821358552134715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-face.html' title='The Other Face'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-690287982884900499</id><published>2008-07-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:59:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penpals..</title><content type='html'>As an...'apology' or some sort, I'll be writing a post about...random stuffs. I know, I haven't updated my blog in a while. Not because my bad habit is repeating itself, but its because I don't really have anything going on to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since our seats were switched, the laughing days are not quite over yet. We still had our small laughs, but nothing as goofy as the times before. One thing that became obvious now is my moody behaviour these days. Well, you can ask Sherene about that. My mood was getting shaky these days. I don't know why. And, for some reasons, these few days I felt as if my time was getting lesser. I don't know for sure, but maybe that's the reason for my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't really have anything to write for today, and I only write now is because I have little time to spare. *shrugs* I'll talk about random things that come into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, I kept on mentioning about my penpals these days to the CCZG people. Well, I'll have some blabbers about them here then. First off, Jun. Okay, Sherene, don't get the wrong idea. -.-' I have quite a number of good penpals, and he is one of them. Jun... Err... How do I describe him? An insulting asian boy living in America. Yeah, well, that's the best I can come up with. I still remembered when we first chatted, we already began our arguing over simple matters. However, both of us enjoyed those arguements, and so we created a simple theory: The two of us can only get along through arguements. Thus, when we're actually agreeing on the same thing, we're like, "Okay... That sure is weird." Heh, but nontheless, talking to him is fun. You'll laugh for sure, at his humourous actions and thoughts and such. When he actually tries to insult you, it ends out being funny as well. And, if he is reading this, oh God, he'll faint. xD Anyways, just gotta admit it: It's really fun talking to Junnie. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our convos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When we're talking about appearing offline...]&lt;br /&gt;Me "wow... you've been online since a few days ago..."&lt;br /&gt;Me "i thought you were always appearing offline!"&lt;br /&gt;Him "I usually am."&lt;br /&gt;Him "I have about 100 people blocked on my messenger list, actually, so I appear online sometimes but block them so I appear offline."&lt;br /&gt;Him "I unblocked everyone, now, and I'm trying to figure out who everybody is."&lt;br /&gt;Him "I know you, though."&lt;br /&gt;Him "You're like." *pauses*&lt;br /&gt;Him "Malaysian."&lt;br /&gt;Him "Who can forget that."&lt;br /&gt;Me "-.-''''"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When I was teasing him with a nickname...]&lt;br /&gt;"People made fun of my name a while ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Especially since the School board is a dumb piece of crap and doesn't know how to spell my name."&lt;br /&gt;"During my eighth grade year, I was in the honor roll again. So they put it in the newspaper, listing all of the honor roll people."&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?"&lt;br /&gt;"THEY SPELLED MY NAME KIM."&lt;br /&gt;"I was like...what...the..."&lt;br /&gt;"...[ insert curse word here even though I don't curse ]"&lt;br /&gt;"There's not even a KIM IN OUR FRIGGIN' GRADE."&lt;br /&gt;"And they spelled my name Kim."&lt;br /&gt;"And they didn't even correct it."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, at the High School introduction for eighth graders, they called me Jen."&lt;br /&gt;"Butcher my name more."&lt;br /&gt;"When they called out Jen, since there is NO Jen in our grade, either, everybody looked at me."&lt;br /&gt;"And then the High School teachers went, "Where is SHE?""&lt;br /&gt;"SHE &lt; -- - - - - -- "&lt;br /&gt;"I would've slapped them if I wasn't already used to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was trying to find my name in my e-mail...]&lt;br /&gt;".commie."&lt;br /&gt;"Lingie sounds weird."&lt;br /&gt;"Too close to Lingerie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was repeating his favourite phrase...]&lt;br /&gt;"America."&lt;br /&gt;"The land of fat white people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was calling my nickname...]&lt;br /&gt;"Darn Macoroni and Cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was commenting after he saw my pic of me and YYV...]&lt;br /&gt;Me "me and ivy look like sisters &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Sisters?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Don't all Asians look related?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "no.."&lt;br /&gt;Me "as if i look related to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was persisting me to play his favourite game, DDR...]&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysian!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OKINH2a1nI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OKINH2a1nI&lt;/a&gt;" [go check it if you want, but not worth your time...]&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysian DDR'ist."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just saying."&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysians should play."&lt;br /&gt;"- cough - you - cough -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When we're talking about zodiacs...]&lt;br /&gt;Him "My weird animal thing is a monkey."&lt;br /&gt;Me "zodiacs"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Lies."&lt;br /&gt;Him "Zodiac?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Like."&lt;br /&gt;Him "Ticks?" [no idea...]&lt;br /&gt;Him "They made it up." [He was talking about an anime called Fruits Basket, it was about zodiacs.]&lt;br /&gt;Him "Darn Japanese."&lt;br /&gt;Me "the zodiacs are not made up though"&lt;br /&gt;Me "its some chinese thingy"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Shhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;Him "If nobody else knows."&lt;br /&gt;Him "They won't know."&lt;br /&gt;Me "-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Him "It's a Chinese secret."&lt;br /&gt;Me "everyone here knows about that"&lt;br /&gt;Me "you walk around and randomly ask someone"&lt;br /&gt;Me "they would say,"what? my grandmama told me that when i was a child""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he had no idea at all about my birthday...]&lt;br /&gt;Him "When were you born?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "May something?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "two months later after you?" [since he mentioned before he was two months elder than me]&lt;br /&gt;Me "no... "&lt;br /&gt;Me "so you were born at march"&lt;br /&gt;Him "So..."&lt;br /&gt;Him "You were born in January?" [and then there was little debating over that... but we'll skip that.]&lt;br /&gt;Me "sheesh don't you get the lingwei *0808*"&lt;br /&gt;Him "0808..."&lt;br /&gt;Me "omg"&lt;br /&gt;Me "you still have to think?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "August when?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "2008?" [it was 2007 when this conversation happened.]&lt;br /&gt;Me "oh yes... im still a zygote or something"&lt;br /&gt;Him "Zygote."&lt;br /&gt;Him "Lawlz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes some of our convo... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I suppose the second penpal I enjoyed most would be Shiva-chan. Both her and Junnie I met through the roleplaying websites. I just knew Shiva recently, unlike Jun from when I was 13. When I first talked to Shiva, I just have this feeling that she isn't your ordinary teenage girl. [Both her and Jun are of the same age as me.] I asked her a little about herself, and she told me briefly about her life. Shiva is actually taking home study, and that explains why she can actually be in front of the computer for the whole day. Shiva can actually stay up whole night without sleeping at all, which greatly amazes me for some reasons. While she can be too calm at most times, she also has her other side. x) For all I know, she really likes Rufus from FF7 it seems. Lol. She enjoys those wacky scenes in FF7, just like I do. She has a sister who is just the total opposite of her, and yet they get along well. Many times when she was with her sister, funny things would happen. And I find all of them to be quite entertaining. =D Anyways, Shiva is a very special person, in my opinion, and I love chatting to her. I would like to meet her one day as well, I told her that. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of our conversation will be posted up later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next person is...Ras. Okay, so he isn't exactly someone from faraway. I met him when I was 12, I think, when I was playing Gunbound. He often moves from Penang from Singapore, until I'm not sure at all where he is currently. He's also another crazy guy, who just can't stop to ask me about pretty girls and such. And, he's just like my brothers: *looks at me* Wait, you're a girl? Wow, never knew that. -.-' But anyways, I wrote him a letter once and he received it. I think it has been 4 years since that letter, and during these 4 years, I've been bugging him to send it back. He, however, never did. =O One time, when I was trying to 'remind' him to write a reply to me, he is like, "I will, when I get a girlfriend." I was like, "Why wait for a girlfriend?" And he said, "So she could write it for me." I was like, OMG! Lol. Then, he spent 30 minutes describing to me how nice the feeling it is to receive a letter one morning when you're checking the mailbox, especially when it's from a friend. I'll copy down some stuffs he said before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was asking me about my add maths score, he somehow...typed wrongly and...]&lt;br /&gt;"it was called A Math before my generation"&lt;br /&gt;"and i think im the one invented the word 'Add.Math'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When I was persisting him on writing me the reply...]&lt;br /&gt;"give me RM100 i write you one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When he was describing the blissfulness of receiving a letter...]&lt;br /&gt;"u know wat"&lt;br /&gt;"it's syok"&lt;br /&gt;"to receive a letter from a friend.."&lt;br /&gt;"it's really like receive love letter" [in which I have no idea how it feels like.. xP]&lt;br /&gt;"your lips will smile..."&lt;br /&gt;"as u read.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When I told him to write and he said he no mood...]&lt;br /&gt;Me "you always no mood one lar"&lt;br /&gt;Me "ever since a few years ago you always no mood one"&lt;br /&gt;Him "YALO"&lt;br /&gt;Him "U KNOW ME THE BEST"&lt;br /&gt;Him "i no gf ma"&lt;br /&gt;Him "i will write you when i got gf.."&lt;br /&gt;Me "walao"&lt;br /&gt;Me "that will take how long"&lt;br /&gt;Him "coz i can ask my gf write for me mah..&gt;&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When we were challenging each other to see who surrenders for the letter first...]&lt;br /&gt;Me "i sent you once"&lt;br /&gt;Me "so its your turn"&lt;br /&gt;Him "then you wait lar"&lt;br /&gt;Me "i wait"&lt;br /&gt;Me "i can wait"&lt;br /&gt;Him "see who give up on who"&lt;br /&gt;Me "SURE"&lt;br /&gt;Me "besides, it pains me more to write letters... its not that im lusting for a letter anyways"&lt;br /&gt;Me "unlike someone.. *murmurs*you*murmurs*"&lt;br /&gt;Him "*u found my weakness*"&lt;br /&gt;Me "as if no one could see it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends the part about Ras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so darn late, and I'm scolded. Meh... Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mood: So-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music: Don of the Slums. [Final Fantasy 7 OST]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anime: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-690287982884900499?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/690287982884900499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=690287982884900499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/690287982884900499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/690287982884900499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/07/penpals.html' title='Penpals..'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-5910932793975626711</id><published>2008-07-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:59:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>A long time since I've last posted. I know, I've been less active lately. Only because of my internet that was down until yesterday! Oh wait, then that means... My internet is back again! Woot! =D Yes, as the title goes, this post is all about reminiscing about beautiful times in the past. Ah... How much I missed about so many things. Well, I sounded old back there but actually I'm only reminiscing about events from last year to this year. =\ Anyways... Lets get on with the post before I have a beard on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... As tomorrow comes, today left, and yesterday became a history. What was that? I dunno, I just typed that out randomly. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is cherish your moments. There are certain times of bliss when you can never encounter with anymore in the future. For example... My PS2 days. Lol. Been talking to Boon Shan tonight, and we talked about Final Fantasy X, because of my blog skin. So, we're like, "FFX so nice hor!" "Yala! The best one ever!" "Good gameplay, good music, good storyline, good characters, everything good!" "I love it so much!" etc. She reminded me of the good ol' days when I was always so eager to get back home from tuition or school so that I can lay my hands on my PS2 again and play. Not only FFX, Ookami is also one of the best games I've ever seen in my life. I really really missed my days of Ookami, much more than FFX. Ookami is just plain creative. Gameplay, storyline, characters, ALL! If you have a PS2 and don't know what to play and haven't played Ookami [I presumed almost all PS2 owners played FFX...], go play it. You'll regret missing that game, I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Lets leave the PS2 topic there. I just couldn't help but feeling sad right now. I want to go back to the time when I don't have any ideas about the storyline or whatsoever about FFX and Ookami. I want to go back to the time when I just started the game, watching the prologue with amazement at the graphic and the scenes. I want to go back to the time when I was annoyed of the game because I couldn't pass the obstacles. I want to go back to the time when I was lost in suspense, wondering what will happen in the game while in school. I want to go back to the time when I was busy devising a strategy to fight the damn boss in FFX, and to catch the strongest summon for Yuna. I want to go back to the time when I was busy trying to solve the Ookami puzzle that was irritating me. I want to go back to the time when I was mastering the skills of using the brushes in Ookami to defeat the enemies and pass obstacles. I just want to go back in time and erase my memories so I can keep on repeating the blissful moment. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite saying to leave the PS2 games alone, I didn't. Lol. Alright, lets get to the next nostalgic moment. I'll have to say...The moment I have animes to watch. Haha. Everyday, I will be so excited to get back home, because I won't get bored, having all those animes to watch. Especially Blood+. Been dragging me to the computer like a drug, and gluing me to the chair until I would even neglect my meals. Sigh... Those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have a change of seats next week. So I definitely am going to missed those days when I'm being crazy with the CCZG members. We definitely won't be as noisy as before anymore, but I doubt our relationship will get worse. We will still try to insult each other, and laugh after that. =) We will shout to each other in class if we need to! Even if we're sitting at all four corners of the room! '^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I guess I missed playing badminton as well. It's been almost 8 years since I've last touched badminton. But about three weeks ago, we had this small badminton time during gym class. I had so much fun. Despite being so lousy, I regained my raging interest in badminton. That's why, SOME of the CCZG members are gonna meet in school tomorrow to play. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final thing to feel nostalgic, yet happy, is the fact that I've finally returned from no-internet and roleplaying. For those who have no ideas about roleplaying, here is a brief explanation. Roleplaying requires at least two person, and we usually do this in forums. Both persons can control a character or more of their own. The first person will start a story with a short paragraph, for example, "I went to school today. And it seemed that a new student will be attending our school." etc. Well, we usually have it longer like 3 or 4 paragraphs. Then, the second person can play the new student in school. "Ashley stood in front of the school gate, her eyes fixed on the students." etc. First person view, third person view, your choice. Eventually, as the roleplay goes on, a story will be developed, and you can actually write a good story out of it with the help of your roleplay buddy. Okay, back to the topic. So, I missed roleplaying. Quitted from it when school starts earlier this year. I guess you can say I'm addicted to it, it's just pure bliss. So, I let myself relax and returned to the forum. I'm currently enjoying my time roleplaying, thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, all I can say is, I guess my life is quite...happy. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mood: Mixture of sad and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music: Idioteque. [Radiohead]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anime: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-5910932793975626711?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5910932793975626711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=5910932793975626711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5910932793975626711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/5910932793975626711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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-1593359883089706110.post-3019759188624026276</id><published>2008-06-28T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:09.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCZG's Looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCZG has done a lot of crazy and weird stuffs yesterday, for about 1.5 hours in school. We did nothing but taking pictures of ourselves. Seriously. 1.5 hours. Can you imagine how many pages of novels I can read in that period?! And yet, all we need was taking some pictures as a memory to our very own loving CCZG. =) Today's post, you'll definitely enjoy a wide range of pictures, from angry ones to goofy ones to just plain...meaningless ones. And so, lets get on with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgGKbFbI/AAAAAAAAADA/gcDTf91kmYo/s1600-h/DSC03352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216732425439876530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgGKbFbI/AAAAAAAAADA/gcDTf91kmYo/s400/DSC03352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah Hng just saw a RM1 paper on the corridor. She's not intending to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgDvCHDI/AAAAAAAAADI/NypCWlXMzmY/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216732424788122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgDvCHDI/AAAAAAAAADI/NypCWlXMzmY/s400/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh, Chua, are you choked? Hng ar, your teeth pain is it? Sigh... Teenagers these days, always pain here pain there, choke here choke there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgRyOiYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E74yS3X8XnM/s1600-h/DSC03359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216732428559616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgRyOiYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E74yS3X8XnM/s400/DSC03359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us trying to be fierce. As you can see, Hng is actually only showing her usual neutral face. Fierce isn't it? And Sherene ar, what lar you. People all angry face and you smiling like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgip4HsI/AAAAAAAAADY/H-wiQaOv79s/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216732433087995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgip4HsI/AAAAAAAAADY/H-wiQaOv79s/s400/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, like I said, from angry to goofy. This one is just our version of poses of Ah Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Chua: When he was stretching after yawning. But Chua, you really should have the yawning look.&lt;br /&gt;Hng: No idea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. When we tickled him. Remember the experiment on Ah Oh, where his specs flew away after we tickled him? Yeah, this is how he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Sherene: I also dunno lar. Siao siao one this Ah Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOg3n6QGI/AAAAAAAAADg/wIpfJpPZkUI/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216732438716891234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOg3n6QGI/AAAAAAAAADg/wIpfJpPZkUI/s400/DSC03362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While the girls are busying taking weird photos, the two boys are busy doing Add Maths. Sien lar you two... By the way, that is President Oh [left] and Minister Soon KIA [right].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPK_A_lI/AAAAAAAAACY/O2PtPYcmzJs/s1600-h/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216731035164802642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPK_A_lI/AAAAAAAAACY/O2PtPYcmzJs/s400/DSC00149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls of CCZG. See Ah Hng, so 'chuan', don't want to look at the camera! Sien! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPYlQuQI/AAAAAAAAACg/A9DcBvAd37o/s1600-h/DSC03315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216731038814877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPYlQuQI/AAAAAAAAACg/A9DcBvAd37o/s400/DSC03315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh, Ah Hng ar, what is it with your face? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPfeoUQI/AAAAAAAAACo/_6AE1ToW3d4/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216731040666112258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPfeoUQI/AAAAAAAAACo/_6AE1ToW3d4/s400/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aiyoryor... You two are like sleeping side by side lar, Vice President Chua and Minister Hng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPkTjnsI/AAAAAAAAACw/E2GlMr1kn2I/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216731041961844418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPkTjnsI/AAAAAAAAACw/E2GlMr1kn2I/s400/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chua is being scolded by Hng. SEE! She wants to cry liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPrwNiOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-xCr4E_mOD4/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216731043961080034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWNPrwNiOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-xCr4E_mOD4/s400/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simply take our picture. I'm enjoying my time on Sherene's shoulders one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWU80JURmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5B9dNLDn2A0/s1600-h/DSC03371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216739515889370722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWU80JURmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5B9dNLDn2A0/s400/DSC03371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene is demonstrating on the hi-lighters game I mentioned in the last post. She syok sendiri lar... Say wanna put this pic in my blog and show everyone how to play. She want to show people how pro she is. But actually, SS[Siao Sherene] always SS[syok sendiri] nia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWU87S1_KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uQ_BWHcKAtU/s1600-h/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216739517808376994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWU87S1_KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uQ_BWHcKAtU/s400/DSC03360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Oh: Sherene, you must die!! Die!! Die!! *points at Sherene*&lt;br /&gt;Sherene: *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, before proceeding, I suggest you guys better prepare yourselves. This is a dangerous area, I was even thinking of censoring them. It's too deadly. A bucket is good for a preparation. Maybe even prepare your hand on the screen so you can off it whenever you think it's scary. Kids below 13 are not recommended to see this. Parental guidance is best, even for those above 13 years old. Just, don't sue me if something happens to you, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is the section of Ah Oh's self taken pictures... Feel free to yell right now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWS_Ndvv-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CEpK9JKKs1s/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216737358022426594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWS_Ndvv-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CEpK9JKKs1s/s400/DSC03284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? Your punch and your face ain't convincing enough. I doubt you will scare people away with that look. Eh, but a fly might enter your nose at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAfwlmXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J0n3PjVJGWY/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216737380113160562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAfwlmXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J0n3PjVJGWY/s400/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sien... The self loving Ah Oh... As a matter of fact, you look...really like a cheap zheng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAk14_9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0rzexhXFO-k/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216737381477580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAk14_9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0rzexhXFO-k/s400/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is like, "Aiyor! Don't take my photo lar..." And making a pose at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAthYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_EivrxgMvG4/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216737383807462258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAthYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_EivrxgMvG4/s400/DSC03327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He took Sherene's handphone and is like, "Aiyar... Keep on taking my photo for what... Don't want lar..." And took his own picture at the same time. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAw0MrXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ibda9rxOdgs/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216737384691707250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWTAw0MrXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ibda9rxOdgs/s400/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You look like a kid who just saw a packet of free sweets on the road and, "I got you now! Sweets...You can never escape from me now! Muahaha..." *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRAv5V6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/mX94pDjuypY/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRAyWMfTI/AAAAAAAAADw/SXANlUScg5w/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRBJgaa5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/KWzI_2zBpyA/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRBFA6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FGiiQirAYeY/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRBcQz8lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fiA6UHJxCCQ/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRAv5V6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/mX94pDjuypY/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWRAyWMfTI/AAAAAAAAADw/SXANlUScg5w/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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I can't tell, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mood: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Some Touhou OSTs...&lt;br /&gt;Anime: None.&lt;br /&gt;Games: Worms Armageddon, Warcraft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593359883089706110-3019759188624026276?l=illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3019759188624026276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1593359883089706110&amp;postID=3019759188624026276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3019759188624026276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593359883089706110/posts/default/3019759188624026276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusive-ecstasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/cczgs-looks.html' title='CCZG&apos;s Looks'/><author><name>.lost.soul.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973615833345756980</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/_03RyYR67kmU/SGWOgGKbFbI/AAAAAAAAADA/gcDTf91kmYo/s72-c/DSC03352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593359883089706110.post-5811078942861484437</id><published>2008-06-21T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:34:05.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glorious CCZG!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to share the wonderful foundings of CCZG! As you all know, CCZG has always been famous in doing crazy stuffs. Well, no exceptions this time! Brace yourselves for another bumpy ride on the CCZG mind-rolling roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Minister Siao and I, Secretary Ling were too bored with our History teacher teaching us. It's not only us, you know. Minister Hng and Vice President Chua are 'fishing' as well! Not too sure about President Ah Oh and Minister Soon KIA, but all I know is boredom is taking over the CCZG members. Minister Siao and I then took out all 3 of my hi-lighters and began placing them on the table, standing. Then, seeing as the hi-lighters are shaking even though we're not moving the table at all, we had an idea. Since it was the wind that made them shake and yet stand straight, we decided to create our own little game. This game is simple and easy, suitable for all ages, and never life-threatening. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, have your hi-lighters[preferably those that can't stand still but shake but still, it will never fall] stand still on the table. A windy area makes the game harder, but a still area is best for beginners. Then, take turns to blow the hi-lighter[s] so that they/it will move its direction. If you managed to change the direction of the hi-lighter[s], depends on the angle, you will get your marks. But be careful, if it/they fall[s], you will lose marks. Gather the final marks and have a fun time with your friends and family! So, play along! =D If you think this game is stupid, then so is UNO Stack! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough for the new game, lets go on to the new word created by Minister Siao and I! It may be lame, so forgive us. When the CCZG members get bored, we often do lame stuffs to entertain ourselves. I believe you're the same as well, so don't complain. This word was created out of a long history, but it is our custom to get all 'excited' when our birthdays are coming. So, whenever one of the CCZG members is excited, a birthday is coming up. So, Minister Siao and I thought about it, why not replacing the word 'birthday' into something else? Then this little word popped out. We haven't officially created an english word for it yet, but those who read chinese: 生日 to 激动日. Yes, it is an honourable thing, I know. *tears* Long live, CCZG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even though this post is mighty long now, I'm still gonna add in my last thing to announce: CCZG Experiment 02 -  Ah Hng! It may not be as funny as you think, but I thought it's worth recording. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CCZG] Introduction about Member 04 - Ah Hng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hng, the girl who was supposed to be the 'only' normal person in our gang, has, however, retrieved the glorious title of Minister of Insanity in CCZG. How did she get it, you ask? Easy, she... Well, actually I don't know as well. All I know is that she looks darn fierce when she is not smiling. But when even the smallest hint of smiling in on her face, she looks harmless. But still, beware of her emotionless face that can kill a person. I was once a victim of that face of hers... And I still am... *shivers* Anyways, this experiment is done to observe Ah Hng from many aspects. So, on to the observations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCZG's Experiment 02 - Ah Hng's Reaction to...Everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a] Reaction towards a small, weak punch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;1. First, your hand is tightened into a grip.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then, slowly move your direction to face Ah Hng.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remain seated and do not stand up.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your punch is charged forward softly and Ah Hng is hit on the shoulder SOFTLY.&lt;br /&gt;5. Steps 1 to 4 is repeated for further investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st try&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah Hng was immediately pushed away from her seat into Minister Siao's. Then, she will turn back and look at you with those...assumingly fierce eyes with twisted, smiling lips. Then, she will yell at you, "What do you mean by this, huh?!" Following on, she will trying to punch you back as many times as possible. But no worries, none of them hurt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd try&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah Hng did not move at all. Instead, she brought her other hand to rub her...'wound'. Somehow, her pain receptors are so sensitive she even felt so pain when I patted her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ah Hng should be punched SOFTLY because it would be dangerous if you accidentally kill all her pain receptors and sent her flying away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Punching Equation:&lt;br /&gt;Kinetic energy[Your fist] + Ah Hng's shoulder = 10000 times of kinetic energy[Ah Hng's body sent flying off] + Sound energy [her supposedly scoldings]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hng has a...light body and very very sensitive pain receptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD I'm gonna get hit by Ah Hng for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b] Reaction with controlled waving hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ah Hng is prepared and placed beside you.&lt;br /&gt;2. The corridor is observed to see if anyone passed by the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;3. When there is life in the corridor, Ah Hng's hand is grabbed and raised high in the air and shook.&lt;br /&gt;4. The pedestrian's attention is shifted to Ah Hng's waving hand, and confusion is arose in their mind as to whether or not Ah Hng is waving at them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Steps 1 to 4 is repeated for further AMUSEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st try&lt;/strong&gt;: This boy from some other school passed by our classroom. I, as Secretary Ling quickly grabbed Ah Hng's hand and wave to the boy in the air. Vice President Chua did the same to Ah Hng as well. The boy looked into the classroom with a frown, wondering what Minister Hng is actually doing, waving at him like she knew him, or just plain mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd try&lt;/strong&gt;:
