<?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-21001916</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:58:28.815+08:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='Video Post'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Site Visit'/><category term='Assignment'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>Language of a Lover</title><subtitle type='html'>You're the ghost of royalty imposing love,
You are the queen and king combining everything,
Into twining like a ring around the finger of a girl.
I'm just a singer, you're the world,
All I can bring ya,
Is the language of a lover.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6558836161344191590</id><published>2010-07-07T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:24:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait</title><content type='html'>everybody seems to be waiting on something, somehow to happen. a sign from god perhaps, for them to take the right direction in life? i mean there are times when signs do occur, but at times, and i'm quoting from the movie Evan Almighty, when you pray for patience, god doesn't give you patience, he gives you an opportunity to be patient, and thus it would be the same for signs as well don't you think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes you just got to open your eyes and maybe what you were searching for is right there in front of you, waiting for you to accept it, and at other times just take the risk and go by that. it might be the best decision you have ever taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at times, the leap of faith is the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; step forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one man to another, if you don't move forward, you're only moving backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6558836161344191590?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6558836161344191590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6558836161344191590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6558836161344191590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6558836161344191590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2010/07/wait.html' title='wait'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4163522581767786390</id><published>2010-04-17T02:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:45:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 1 - misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle opened her eyes. Her thoughts were always in a flurry in the mornings; the spinning blades of the ceiling fan bolted above her didn't help much either. She closed her eyes again, her thoughts focused on him this time. Her fingers crept towards his side on the bed, trying to get a feel of him. She knew better though, he wasn't going to be there; he never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then rested her fingers on her eyes, trying to adjust her eyes to the sunlight that was about to hit them. The duvet that kept her warm during the last winter were still on the bed, unwashed and unkempt. She never really had time to clean up after herself really, as he was constantly on her mind. It was as if he was a virus of sorts, eating away into her thoughts, killing the good memories they shared together and replacing them with sorrowful entries that would often make her weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to pull herself to the closet. As she yanked the door open, she noticed a pale figure staring back at her. It had a pale and almost anemic skin with rings around its eyes that could only sum up that it had a really poor sleep, mostly due to the fact that it had been crying itself to sleep. Danielle began to comb her hair, refusing to believe that it was in fact her own reflection that she was staring at. It was a boost of confidence, to her at least, that she wasn't going to be a girl trapped in her own feelings, but a girl, unlike others, that is going to accept the fate that she had chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She removed her sleeping robe, put her hands on her waist and realized that her feelings for him had even taken a toll on her health, as she was few stones lighter than she was when she first laid her eyes on him. She paced herself towards the shower, turned it on, and stepped inside. The bath was exactly what she needed. To her, it felt as it the sudden chill of the rushing water cleared all her insecurities and her doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped out of the shower, and looked at herself at the bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're back," she whispered, as she placed her hand on the countertop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you know it was me?" he replied, resting his back on the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head, and stared at him. He looked a lot different than usual, but his gaze at her seemed familiar and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your eyes give you away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So does your lips, my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran towards him, her thoughts provoked by his return. She leaped on to him, and wrapped her legs around his unfamiliar waist, and kissed him. He held her close to his chest, and as he kissed her neck, whispered into her ears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart thumped the same way it did back when she first fell in love with him. Danielle knew that no other man could make her feel the way she did every time he returned. It was like falling in love all over again, and it felt amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4163522581767786390?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4163522581767786390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4163522581767786390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4163522581767786390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4163522581767786390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2010/04/chapter-1-misery.html' title='chapter 1 - misery'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1714920187028359557</id><published>2010-04-17T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:48:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue to misery</title><content type='html'>She stood there motionless; her eyes began to tear. She couldn't help herself, there was nothing she could do that could have saved her from what was to come. He was leaving, and this time, she knew that it would be the last time she would ever lay her eyes on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont go", she whispered, "Please, just don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on walking; each step shredding every bit of memory they once shared. She remained static, hoping he would turn around just once and look at her. She was willing to sacrifice everything just to go back to the time when everything seemed simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched him walk away slowly, like an ethereal figure into the darkness. Her instincts told her to run after him, but alas, her legs felt like it was bolted to the ground; numb and lifeless. She looked up at the dark sky and in silence, cursed her very existence. The sky, as if sympathetic to her, began to tear as well, and craftily washed away her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could it get any worse than this...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart began to race as the memories played in her head. She clenched her fist and knelt on the ground, begging for the pain to stop. She then drew her fist to her chest, pounding it furiously. The sudden movement drew all her energy away in an instant. It was useless now, her arms couldn't stop her forehead from resting on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes still open, she used every ounce of energy she had to search for any glimpse of him on Misery Avenue, but he was long gone, and so was the little drawing they scribbled together on the curb when they first met on the same street a year ago. She closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, Danielle Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to hold you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna come and save you,&lt;br /&gt;We pulled too many false alarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1714920187028359557?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1714920187028359557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1714920187028359557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1714920187028359557'/><link rel='self' 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go&lt;br /&gt;You should know things aren't always what they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never let you go, and I never did&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't have this chance then I never did&lt;br /&gt;You'll always find me right there, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5719732867867572815?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5719732867867572815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5719732867867572815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5719732867867572815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5719732867867572815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith.html' title='faith.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3574666125908841168</id><published>2009-05-04T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:14:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope/Signs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&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/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hope dangles on a thread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like slow spinning redemption,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winding in, and winding out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shine of it, had caught my eye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3574666125908841168?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-569632233721194844</id><published>2009-05-04T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:05:15.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one and only you</title><content type='html'>Her eyes, her beautiful eyes, that seem to calm the mightiest storm; the very same eyes that seem to see through the depths of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, the lips with seems to perfectly complete her beauty; the adorning moment everytime I notice her pressing them together and biting her lower lip; the very same lips that I would have given anything to have it brush against mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, of which I used to kiss the essence of its growth; the top of her head; the enticing smell her natural scent; the way her hair is clipped to the edge of her forehead ever so perfectly and the way her hair seemingly crowns her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyelashes, the way it curls up top naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her scent; the perfume of which fills my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ears; the way they parade her earrings; that particularly large tainted gold earrings that she wears often that seemed to balance her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arms; that seems small, but packs an enormous punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little drawings; her funny little sketches; if I had the chance I'd frame them up for the way it makes me laugh everytime I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little laughs over MSN; the way it melts me everytime I know I made her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stature; the way her body is perfectly proportioned, the way she stands straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her height; that complements mine; allowing me to plant a kiss on her head unnoticed; the way I'm able to hug her and give her security; her hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her taste of music; the songs that seems to comfort me, even tho the songs weren't made for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her alter-egoes; the way she acts them out, making them so believable but ludicrously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sudden sense of direction; the way she unknowingly holds my hand to point me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin; her complexion; the way she steals the spotlight unaware that all eyes are on her; and the way she complains that she hates the attention shes getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her humbleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her passion for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her taste in men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her taste in non-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-569632233721194844?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/569632233721194844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=569632233721194844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/569632233721194844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/569632233721194844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-and-only-you.html' title='the one and only you'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-339441556669802055</id><published>2009-05-01T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:36:18.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a girl</title><content type='html'>Everlasting beauty in a gown,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, beauty that surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn my life around?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I another grain on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love we're going down,&lt;br /&gt;Down to a place where love will never be found,&lt;br /&gt;To a place where no one makes a sound,&lt;br /&gt;For they mourn for the girl who was passionately bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love can always be found,&lt;br /&gt;And yet it'll never cost you a pound,&lt;br /&gt;But how foolish were the people of that town,&lt;br /&gt;As the girl who was bound was forever frowned upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-339441556669802055?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/339441556669802055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=339441556669802055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a sin for the bee to hope in glee,&lt;br /&gt;For the tulip to blossom beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tulip, in its enchanting glory,&lt;br /&gt;Never made the bee sorry,&lt;br /&gt;As the bee would only have a single story,&lt;br /&gt;For he knew his wait would end in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to alter destiny,&lt;br /&gt;The bee tried to shape history,&lt;br /&gt;But the tulip he cared for dearly,&lt;br /&gt;Had given him no future beyond neutrality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1542045891077714749?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1542045891077714749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1542045891077714749&amp;isPopup=true' 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I had lost everything, I, sabotaged the best thing I had in my life. Everywhere I turned; there was at least one thing that reminded me of her presence. I couldn’t help it, I was falling, now deeper than ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to pull myself together. &lt;i&gt;I had to&lt;/i&gt;. If I don’t go after her, who will? I had to set things straight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I got up from the bathroom floor, drenched and cold. My heart couldn’t possibly long for someone else more than it longed for her. My mind was in a daze. What could have possibly set her off? What made her storm out the way she did? What was it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;After a quick change of clothes, I got into the car, clocked the ignition, and drove off. There was no stoned left unturned in my effort of regaining her. I looked in every nook and corner, to no avail. I felt for the first time in my life, helpless. I wished that God would morph me into a canine, at least so I could find her through her scent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I drove miles and miles, and at times, unintentionally passing the same street twice. I couldn’t help it. I was too much in a shock at her sudden shift off the norm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I started fumbling around for my cell phone in the car. It was vibrating, but the lack of a ring tone made it hard for me locate it. Grabbing it, I answered the call with a swift key press.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Hello?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Jay, is that you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Cheryl? Where are you?”, I replied with a saddened tone, she never did call me by my name. Something was terribly amiss. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“I’m….I’m sorry. I really am. I know I owe you more than an apology, and definitely a reason; but I…I can’t bring myself to it. I wish you and I were back in the way we were, but I can’t stop fate. I’m sorry. I’m at…..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;And with that, I opened my eyes again. Everything was bright. The shrill ringing of the respirator beside and the sharp pain on my thigh brought me back to my senses. I was lying stationary on a bed, wrapped in white like a mummy, only with one small difference; I was alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pain was unbearable. Questions came like mushrooms after rain, popping out one by one. What was I doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-9042379922731801400?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/9042379922731801400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=9042379922731801400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9042379922731801400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9042379922731801400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue-post-with-excerpt-for-you.html' title='A Long Overdue Post, with an excerpt for You!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6082446214130620087</id><published>2008-10-19T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:00:21.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceman Render.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUddugnfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/V4E7Mii9S_M/s1600-h/2+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUddugnfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/V4E7Mii9S_M/s400/2+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678748825296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUdqH2ZrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8CYRTfQ2hLQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUdqH2ZrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8CYRTfQ2hLQ/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678752152807090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUdjdqLqI/AAAAAAAAA10/Ozuo-uQZoSc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUdjdqLqI/AAAAAAAAA10/Ozuo-uQZoSc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678750365232802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUeA5awvI/AAAAAAAAA18/YG12loaqYxw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUeA5awvI/AAAAAAAAA18/YG12loaqYxw/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678758266290930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUeUal2EI/AAAAAAAAA2E/enlXm4rqamE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUeUal2EI/AAAAAAAAA2E/enlXm4rqamE/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678763505702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6082446214130620087?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6082446214130620087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6082446214130620087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6082446214130620087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6082446214130620087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/10/iceman-render.html' title='Iceman Render.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SPqUddugnfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/V4E7Mii9S_M/s72-c/2+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2912521442487455166</id><published>2008-10-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:44:52.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauline and Vincents Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyJyUWCyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dldgbtuONjU/s1600-h/DSC_1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyJyUWCyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dldgbtuONjU/s400/DSC_1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067058988419874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyI1miB0I/AAAAAAAAA08/S6gBLgsYU1M/s1600-h/DSC_1425edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyI1miB0I/AAAAAAAAA08/S6gBLgsYU1M/s400/DSC_1425edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067042690139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyIwx1PWI/AAAAAAAAA1E/3qXL0ReGxnU/s1600-h/DSC_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyIwx1PWI/AAAAAAAAA1E/3qXL0ReGxnU/s400/DSC_1413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067041395359074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyJdCunaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ijDwmkagwHo/s1600-h/DSC_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyJdCunaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ijDwmkagwHo/s400/DSC_1489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067053277388194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyKLzEEjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4YvVPZZzGRA/s1600-h/DSC_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyKLzEEjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4YvVPZZzGRA/s400/DSC_1462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067065828151858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pics from the photoshoot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna take photography seriously. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2912521442487455166?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2912521442487455166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2912521442487455166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2912521442487455166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2912521442487455166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/10/pauline-and-vincents-photoshoot.html' title='Pauline and Vincents Photoshoot'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SOoyJyUWCyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dldgbtuONjU/s72-c/DSC_1429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3193302489091649807</id><published>2008-09-20T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:11:58.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearbook Yourself!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share with you this AWESOME site! What it does is take a picture uploaded by you, and photomontages it into its library of old yearbook pictures. Super awesomeness! Examples of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUSrc6SEwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1dms9J1-0RM/s1600-h/n623923046_981797_9084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUSrc6SEwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1dms9J1-0RM/s400/n623923046_981797_9084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248121478474502914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN6jCGRFI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ya8R0q4iihA/s1600-h/dasdasdsad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN6jCGRFI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ya8R0q4iihA/s400/dasdasdsad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116240257795154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN68E-sGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KAA1bB0vJpo/s1600-h/myYearbsookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN68E-sGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KAA1bB0vJpo/s400/myYearbsookPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116246980767842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add a little photoshop, and voila! A gay pedophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7PIxW9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7B3RtG1nFHk/s1600-h/myYearbsookPhoto+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7PIxW9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7B3RtG1nFHk/s400/myYearbsookPhoto+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116252096945106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUSZ8E4NNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wPDGD5un2Bk/s1600-h/dasdasdsad+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUSZ8E4NNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wPDGD5un2Bk/s400/dasdasdsad+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248121177602798802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture, done in the same technique as above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7KLmksI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DsjqyS-qWd8/s1600-h/CKQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7KLmksI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DsjqyS-qWd8/s400/CKQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116250766643906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7PfUz0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/a6d8wH3fhMI/s1600-h/CKQ+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUN7PfUz0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/a6d8wH3fhMI/s400/CKQ+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116252191543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.yearbookyourself.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3193302489091649807?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3193302489091649807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3193302489091649807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3193302489091649807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3193302489091649807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/09/yearbook-yourself.html' title='Yearbook Yourself!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SNUSrc6SEwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1dms9J1-0RM/s72-c/n623923046_981797_9084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6274700519792928519</id><published>2008-08-12T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:03:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelas Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SKGJ0Zz4PgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3yf8rPXzH0A/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SKGJ0Zz4PgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3yf8rPXzH0A/s400/DSC_0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233615775355911682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SKGJ0iuy4AI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8WRR5_lxtZw/s1600-h/DSC_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SKGJ0iuy4AI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8WRR5_lxtZw/s400/DSC_1007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233615777750507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6274700519792928519?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6274700519792928519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6274700519792928519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6274700519792928519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6274700519792928519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/08/angelas-photoshoot.html' title='Angelas Photoshoot'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SKGJ0Zz4PgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3yf8rPXzH0A/s72-c/DSC_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6078581512808622735</id><published>2008-07-23T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:15:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final 2 Renderings for Akitek Sivik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SIdK-7l7IcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/BSM2cwUizGs/s1600-h/new3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SIdK-7l7IcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/BSM2cwUizGs/s400/new3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226228337595851202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SIdK_Lv1mPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/gNwzlSRr3oU/s1600-h/NEW3_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SIdK_Lv1mPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/gNwzlSRr3oU/s400/NEW3_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226228341932398834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two last renderings that I submitted to the company. I don't really like it, but my boss said it was a masterpiece, you be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6078581512808622735?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6078581512808622735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6078581512808622735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6078581512808622735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6078581512808622735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-final-2-renderings-for-akitek-sivik.html' title='My Final 2 Renderings for Akitek Sivik'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SIdK-7l7IcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/BSM2cwUizGs/s72-c/new3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7407048817347681658</id><published>2008-07-09T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:16:09.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare Contrast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SHSq9WOiq7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/9rtIyC_GU6E/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220985838944562098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SHSq9WOiq7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/9rtIyC_GU6E/s400/light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I need an opinion here. I was working on this project, called Stonor Grove, for about two weeks, doing up the perspectives and the design. After I had acquired a final picture, i printed it out, and my boss said he finds this picture more better, saying that my picture cant even compare nor come close to the picture below, and he says the guy who did the below picture took only 3 days. He also stated that I need to take classes from the guy who did the below work. He called my render a piece of lifeless junk. I need your opinion, tell me which is better? Remember, the above one is mine, and the below one is some guy from Lim Kok Wing's work.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220985845242683426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SHSq9tsIYCI/AAAAAAAAAzA/R64pYZKi82M/s400/Perspective_260505+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7407048817347681658?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7407048817347681658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7407048817347681658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7407048817347681658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7407048817347681658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/07/compare-contrast.html' title='Compare Contrast.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SHSq9WOiq7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/9rtIyC_GU6E/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-9152000765380310535</id><published>2008-06-20T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:49:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3d-ness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! Hmm, I've not been in for a long long long time lol! Many people keep asking me to jump on the blogging bandwagon again, but seriously, I don't see the need to. Heh. I have no idea why, and no idea when it'll return, but yeah, here I am, and I don't have anything to rant about, lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I'll just post some of the work I've been doing for my office. Oh wait, yeah, I'm doing my internship in Akitek Sivik *yes it's spelled akitek not architect*. I basically sit around the whole day doing 3d perspectives of buildings. The job is kinda interesting, but mundane at times, cant help that can we? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah, here are 2 of my renderings, done entirely in 3ds Max and Sketchup. Be kind!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216078635794816130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SGM74h8N3II/AAAAAAAAAyw/rYu49vaDQpo/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Rm500,00 full block bungalow in SS14 Kelana Jaya, with pool! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923693765875986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SFuT-ZToWRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WcNQ8Bhfjf4/s400/StaircaseARARAILS+co.py.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A winding staircased design for a railroad company in Pulau Indah, Klang. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, adios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-9152000765380310535?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/9152000765380310535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=9152000765380310535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9152000765380310535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9152000765380310535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/06/3d-ness.html' title='3d-ness :)'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/SGM74h8N3II/AAAAAAAAAyw/rYu49vaDQpo/s72-c/Untitled-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-154527814930618504</id><published>2008-02-19T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:09:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>I'm so so sorry. Shouldn't have said anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-154527814930618504?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/154527814930618504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=154527814930618504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/154527814930618504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/154527814930618504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-608479520854591392</id><published>2008-02-17T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:59:25.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>ArgH! I'm on my bed, tired, weak, running nose, oh yes, the whole cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, through this thick forest of sickness, I had time to realise certain aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted, and yes, I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason even I can't figure out, I seem to go all out, to do things I wouldn't normally do even for myself, like driving all the way up to K.L, and drive the all the way back to Shah Alam, and asking for something that someone wanted in every single shop. I just wouldn't do it for myself, neighter for my parents for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm addicted to &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;smile. Everytime I see&lt;em&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;, be it for a moment, I would give anything to look into &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;  eyes, just to see &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; smile, and theres where my lame jokes comes to play =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I might be lame, but at least I'm trying. Deep down in me, I know theres a strong will, a will that would be sufficient to keep &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; happy, through thick or thin. I know I would keep her happy, if only &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; knew. Or maybe she does? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long now, if I put into consideration the times I wish I had said something, it would be close to 5 years now. There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't think of her/us and what could have been if I could only open my mouth. But I just can't! The very thought of losing her, and what I have, what we have together, as friends, just pulls my guts inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a chicken, maybe I'm the very same guy from the picture in the below post. All these just gives me a reality check, a yank, back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign, just tell me. I wish you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would give you the best years of your life. I promise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-608479520854591392?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/608479520854591392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=608479520854591392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/608479520854591392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/608479520854591392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-241958725477866384</id><published>2008-02-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:01:39.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Picking up the Pieces</title><content type='html'>Whoa, I miss this page! It's been heck of a long time! I don't know, but somehow I just dropped out of the blogging bandwagon. Sue me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to come back, pick up the pieces, glue them together, and start over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sorta good that I killed my previous audiences, now its gonna be much MUCH more personal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today, I'm gonna try my best to keep this bloggie alive! My inspiration? Heh, need I say more? My ocassional rants on love and its shortcomings. Why do I, personally, love to be loved, but in the same time, bitch about it? It's so cynical. Okay, it sucks being me, wait, before you say it sucks being you too, let me give you two small details of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A = Have you met someone you truly cared about? I mean TRULY, put him/her way above anything that has ever existed? Only to realize that person uses you merely as a wall, a safety net, an extinguisher for the flame that had burned them. WHY? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BROTHER? Why am I this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163152818211434034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R6c0IfKMrjI/AAAAAAAAAho/THY5TysVKSE/s400/leenoris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take it. Why can't people see me for more than what I am? Yes I listen, well, I really do, but that kinda makes me a girl? So where does that leave me? A lesbian? Come on, I loved you once more than life itself, its time you gave me some cheese, or else I'll leave, as I already have one foot out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Have you all heard the song What Hurts the Most by Rascall Flatts? Well, that preety much sums B up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, all I'm saying is, I don't have looks, neighter do I have the money, flashy cars, or jewels for the matter. All I have is a few dollars in my wallet and feelings to spare, but I know that I would keep you happy, no matter what, no matter where and no matter how, I would. If you trusted me so far, trust me on this. Sounds kinda like the song I Have To Give by Backstreet Boys ehh? Well, love is that reality we all have to face. Maybe thats the higher purpose in life? Maybe thats the reason we're all here in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about love, Handout 3 is out. Comic book design! I'm going with the Crimson Man without Fear, Daredevil! Heres a peek at my 1st design =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163152852571172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R6c0KfKMrkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ibePe1IpG_s/s400/blackwhite+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: The scale is a bit off, will attend to it later =) Btw, thats Daredevil on top of the unfinished Inti College in SS15. Ta'raa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-241958725477866384?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/241958725477866384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=241958725477866384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/241958725477866384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/241958725477866384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2008/02/picking-up-pieces.html' title='Picking up the Pieces'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R6c0IfKMrjI/AAAAAAAAAho/THY5TysVKSE/s72-c/leenoris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-195309620109785349</id><published>2007-11-23T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:29:07.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Cubism</title><content type='html'>This series of pictures are on the below topic, the Sushi Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136063634300741154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0b2qdJMJiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2UXRGORwXq4/s400/DSC_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hav9JMJkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zQKeaBva8UI/s1600-h/DSC_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136455154929509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hav9JMJkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zQKeaBva8UI/s400/DSC_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0haxdJMJlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YQI2z06HMqw/s1600-h/DSC_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136455180699313746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0haxdJMJlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YQI2z06HMqw/s400/DSC_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hax9JMJmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8XUKlMhFPdA/s1600-h/DSC_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136455189289248354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hax9JMJmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8XUKlMhFPdA/s400/DSC_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hazNJMJnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HhsN8tWR0W0/s1600-h/DSC_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136455210764084850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hazNJMJnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HhsN8tWR0W0/s400/DSC_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0b2pdJMJhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nYans8bgURU/s1600-h/DSC_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136063617120871954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0b2pdJMJhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nYans8bgURU/s400/DSC_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hchdJMJoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Iu7Ys18Qu_4/s1600-h/DSC_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136457104844662402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hchdJMJoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Iu7Ys18Qu_4/s400/DSC_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hchtJMJpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qFTNIRUYADs/s1600-h/DSC_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136457109139629714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hchtJMJpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qFTNIRUYADs/s400/DSC_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hcjNJMJqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-OiB3JFbxN8/s1600-h/DSC_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136457134909433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hcjNJMJqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-OiB3JFbxN8/s400/DSC_1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hey9JMJrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LlC5vLEPV0k/s1600-h/montage3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136459604515628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hey9JMJrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LlC5vLEPV0k/s400/montage3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hezNJMJsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SbVl4rwZPZ0/s1600-h/montage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136459608810596034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0hezNJMJsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SbVl4rwZPZ0/s400/montage+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0heztJMJtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-gJ6I8HDUiA/s1600-h/montage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136459617400530642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0heztJMJtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-gJ6I8HDUiA/s400/montage+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/21001916-195309620109785349?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/195309620109785349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=195309620109785349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/195309620109785349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/195309620109785349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/11/cubism.html' title='Cubism'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/R0b2qdJMJiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2UXRGORwXq4/s72-c/DSC_1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5862007899176121500</id><published>2007-11-15T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:59:39.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember I posted a while back about my trip to Jonker Street?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is a glance at my latest model, The Sushi Cube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why cube? Well it actually transforms into one. More pics later =) This pic is from my hp btw. Very the unclear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133035343303493890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rzw0cuEhSQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zPAx7bZM29g/s400/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21001916-5862007899176121500?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5862007899176121500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5862007899176121500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5862007899176121500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5862007899176121500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-looks.html' title='First Looks'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rzw0cuEhSQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zPAx7bZM29g/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6758998042143025</id><published>2007-11-06T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:30:52.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Solid-ly yours.</title><content type='html'>This is another assignment we had, which was before the Skeletal Construction assignment below. This time, we had to spend around RM150 to build a solid structure, with arches and whatnot, with tiny blocks, almost like Lego. For binding them together, we used Sticky Tack, as cement. It was really tough, but worthwhile! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos courtesy of Toby Toh Yi Hong @ &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/toby108"&gt;www.xanga.com/toby108&lt;/a&gt; - which is never updated =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmATYpJEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/By3oVn9L0LI/s1600-h/DSC04205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129712130964661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmATYpJEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/By3oVn9L0LI/s400/DSC04205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmAzYpJFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-QyMHys08Hs/s1600-h/DSC04223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129712139554595922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmAzYpJFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-QyMHys08Hs/s400/DSC04223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmBTYpJGI/AAAAAAAAAdo/w9K5e4vX4Ys/s1600-h/DSC04262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129712148144530530" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrQzYpJPI/AAAAAAAAAew/YKeMojEn2yo/s400/DSC04488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrRDYpJQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/uDHrpY-iLz4/s1600-h/DSC04489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717916285609218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrRDYpJQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/uDHrpY-iLz4/s400/DSC04489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrRzYpJRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MyumGPsMvlQ/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717929170511122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrRzYpJRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MyumGPsMvlQ/s400/DSC04493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrSjYpJSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EUVIxJGIdlA/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717942055413026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBrSjYpJSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EUVIxJGIdlA/s400/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBsNjYpJTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AaFxvQGqndw/s1600-h/DSC04498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718955667694898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBsNjYpJTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AaFxvQGqndw/s400/DSC04498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBsODYpJUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s8Oqa0nYK_A/s1600-h/DSC04503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718964257629506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBsODYpJUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s8Oqa0nYK_A/s400/DSC04503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta'raa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21001916-6758998042143025?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6758998042143025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6758998042143025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6758998042143025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6758998042143025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/11/solid-ly-yours.html' title='Solid-ly yours.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBmATYpJEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/By3oVn9L0LI/s72-c/DSC04205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4487523605191368115</id><published>2007-11-06T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:46:49.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Skeletal-ly yours.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, finally I can breathe again. Sem 3 is kinda over, now on study break. Exams and submissions are still on my calendar. DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, a week ago we had a project named Skeletal Construction, whereby we were supposed to use a softwood named balsa, and construct a structure that is supposed to stand our body weight for 30 sec. Yes! Human weight! And we have a 50/50 percent chance that our model will break. Mind you, balsa wood is NOT cheap; RM2 per stick! Roughly our model came up to around RM50. Pictures below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model - Completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBT2DYpIzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_UIMnn-vTqY/s1600-h/DSC_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692163661701938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBT2DYpIzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_UIMnn-vTqY/s400/DSC_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692125006996258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBTzzYpIyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aq2s5Ro0Ggo/s400/DSC_0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSKTYpItI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V-Gyr46-eec/s1600-h/DSC_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690312530797266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSKTYpItI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V-Gyr46-eec/s400/DSC_0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSLTYpIuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ydGs64H5X0U/s1600-h/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690329710666466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSLTYpIuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ydGs64H5X0U/s400/DSC_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSNDYpIvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-PM-kM83d5U/s1600-h/DSC_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690359775437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSNDYpIvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-PM-kM83d5U/s400/DSC_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSOTYpIwI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZsCCMytOoiI/s1600-h/DSC_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690381250274050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSOTYpIwI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZsCCMytOoiI/s400/DSC_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSQTYpIxI/AAAAAAAAAak/MwVRvNSh83s/s1600-h/DSC_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690415610012434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBSQTYpIxI/AAAAAAAAAak/MwVRvNSh83s/s400/DSC_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took around 2 weeks to complete that model, and the final days we stayed up in college till the library closed. Beat that nerds! Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and Najat's group doing their presentation, before stepping on their hard work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692198021440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBT4DYpI0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/CD_7kYy_UA0/s400/DSC_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My teammates, Choong Wai and Daniel, speculating wheter to really risk life to stand on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWPjYpI3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dep7FhWhYsA/s1600-h/DSC_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129694800771621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWPjYpI3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dep7FhWhYsA/s400/DSC_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choong Wai explaining the model again, after I had already explained to the class. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWRjYpI5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/LcWasOZrYxA/s1600-h/DSC_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129694835131360146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWRjYpI5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/LcWasOZrYxA/s400/DSC_0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes before Judgement Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692292510720866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBT9jYpI2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/9DvC4GBiPPc/s400/DSC_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A A3 board is placed on top of the model for our 'weight' to stand on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129694817951490946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWQjYpI4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/VN7ozrF0EOY/s400/DSC_0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our 'weight' looks like hes jumping onto the model! He's not tho, I'd kill him if he did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129694848016262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWSTYpI6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-EA6X-DA8Ws/s400/DSC_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 seconds, 29 seconds, 28 seconds....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWTzYpI7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yHKrRK70W4o/s1600-h/DSC_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129694873786065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBWTzYpI7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yHKrRK70W4o/s400/DSC_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 26th second, it broke! RM50 down the drain! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698013407159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBZKjYpI8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/6CR7y-jaAzY/s400/DSC_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698034881995730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBZLzYpI9I/AAAAAAAAAck/I-WTeqB1jmY/s400/DSC_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698052061864930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBZMzYpI-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/wkhmkIWiMOI/s400/DSC_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698069241734130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBZNzYpI_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/zCiY7pXOuZ0/s400/DSC_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698082126636034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBZOjYpJAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xm2Xi77SDSg/s400/DSC_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129699838768260114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBa0zYpJBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1adTjgF34v8/s400/DSC_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihz, sad case! ='(&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, these are pics of my neices, and a birthday cake to my cousin Jacob. Happy Birthday bro! Tar'aa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQvDYpIqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VhdDaP_7MH8/s1600-h/CSC_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129688744867734178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQvDYpIqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VhdDaP_7MH8/s400/CSC_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQwDYpIrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2uFxAVu7Tw4/s1600-h/DSC_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129688762047603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQwDYpIrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2uFxAVu7Tw4/s400/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQxTYpIsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bAzYzMIwCjI/s1600-h/DSC_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129688783522439874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBQxTYpIsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bAzYzMIwCjI/s400/DSC_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129699855948129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBa1zYpJCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/67mzz5UjWOA/s400/DSC_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/21001916-4487523605191368115?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4487523605191368115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4487523605191368115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4487523605191368115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4487523605191368115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/11/skeletal-ly-yours.html' title='Skeletal-ly yours.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RzBT2DYpIzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_UIMnn-vTqY/s72-c/DSC_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2715441687580954543</id><published>2007-10-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:03:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys, havent been posting in a REALLY long time. Haven't had the time and was too occupied with my non-blogosphere related life. Well, actually, I don't have much to post anymore, as life is turned mundane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on my life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got my SLR already, its a Minolta DYNAX 500si Super. I haven't got it up and running yet, haven't had time to get the film and the uber expensive battery at RM30 a pop! Freaky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I miss my neice! I saw her last, crying on a Sunday, begging her parents not to leave Klang for Johor. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124500452285498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rx3iArXORNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ho1eFFvk78Q/s400/DSC_0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gahh, see, I've run out of topics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I've been planning to have a small excursion somewhere, for photographical intent. Nature would be the theme most probably. Suggestions still open. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciauz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2715441687580954543?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2715441687580954543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2715441687580954543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2715441687580954543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2715441687580954543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rx3iArXORNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ho1eFFvk78Q/s72-c/DSC_0863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1993593072185198048</id><published>2007-09-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:05:01.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>The Age of Photography!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heylow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys! Remember my last post, the one with the long list of things I want? I just crossed one off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY NEW Nikon dSLR d40X!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114820880195536050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt-fbXORLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qGYZgJG4B8c/s400/NikonD40XServer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am really really into photography, but my old Sony Cybershot camera just couldn't gimme the cutting edge, so I got myself the dSLR. It's really really awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the camera on really really good deal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D40x Kit&lt;br /&gt;Lens Hood&lt;br /&gt;Tripod&lt;br /&gt;2GB SD memory&lt;br /&gt;Nikon Bag&lt;br /&gt;AF-S Nikkor DX VR 55-200mm 1.4-5.6G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics that I took with the new camera. Expect better looking pics in my blog from now on =) ahahha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic must dedicate to the Ooi-minator. See the pose aso scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt36LXOREI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PBIj-n2ILhw/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114813643175642178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt36LXOREI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PBIj-n2ILhw/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My current Studio Site Model, more pics and info on that later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt36rXORFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EGFkO_Iq8NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114813651765576786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt36rXORFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EGFkO_Iq8NQ/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to submit this pic to Colgate Singapore =) wahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt37bXORGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rTerOJyP5qU/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114813664650478690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt37bXORGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rTerOJyP5qU/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt38LXORHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JxukhAFA-k4/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continious mode shooting. Hmm, Adilah still calls Ooi. Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2PrXOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/i7p75lUhFHM/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114811813519573986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2PrXOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/i7p75lUhFHM/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2QbXOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/45FH_091VYs/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114811826404475890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2QbXOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/45FH_091VYs/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2RLXORAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aVJeP6wpBjk/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114811839289377794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2RLXORAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aVJeP6wpBjk/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2R7XORBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sIVk8j_4alQ/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114811852174279698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2R7XORBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sIVk8j_4alQ/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph looking so angry, hes gonna turn green ANY given moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2SrXORCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-euzH5I6irI/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114811865059181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt2SrXORCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-euzH5I6irI/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new photography club leader, with his cheeky smile as if he's telling dirty jokes, as I look on in disgust XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0irXOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Zs4zSyUFgSE/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114809940913832850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0irXOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Zs4zSyUFgSE/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tailo's shoe selling stall got broke-eded. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0jbXOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WMlVsspH_yg/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114809953798734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0jbXOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WMlVsspH_yg/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography bible, the Digital Camera Magazine. Its really good! Got my hands on some issues thanks to dai lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807900804367218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvtyr7XOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/6Ke-fM5c9AI/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0kLXOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/QE4FSCvDqT8/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114809966683636658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0kLXOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/QE4FSCvDqT8/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh I still can't believe he still is thinking about perverted stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0krXOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mapzmWR13UY/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114809975273571266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0krXOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mapzmWR13UY/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WANT MONEY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0lrXOQ9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Vk-qRQk2Y24/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114809992453440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt0lrXOQ9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Vk-qRQk2Y24/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I must be beautiful in every picture!" Ahahah Becca, don't kill me for putting this up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvtyp7XOQ0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/oVLh7Lw8HNU/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807866444628802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvtyp7XOQ0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/oVLh7Lw8HNU/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtyqbXOQ1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lfzH2kF-HyI/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807875034563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtyqbXOQ1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lfzH2kF-HyI/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, this is my sexy teeth grinding face I put on to get the ladies. They love me hot and angry!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtyrLXOQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2WSLYh5SINE/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807887919465314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtyrLXOQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2WSLYh5SINE/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dai-lo's Sidekick; The Joo-minator a.k.a Mitten Man a.k.a Raaaaaaaaaaaaazorrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtysrXOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/P2skUKXjWfI/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807913689269122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtysrXOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/P2skUKXjWfI/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poser dog. Fox terrier FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxGbXOQvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UnLV4MlIowc/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114806157047644914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxGbXOQvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UnLV4MlIowc/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poser friend. Chinese FYI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxHLXOQwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/efQZsmwY2GM/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114806169932546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxHLXOQwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/efQZsmwY2GM/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellyman?(-men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxHrXOQxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/H1dUMA-WNdI/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114806178522481426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxHrXOQxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/H1dUMA-WNdI/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My pencilbox, same one from SAM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxIbXOQyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TW57zs9sG04/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114806191407383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxIbXOQyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TW57zs9sG04/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxI7XOQzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/t3EHjjhEUXg/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114806199997317938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvtxI7XOQzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/t3EHjjhEUXg/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers on my kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkhabXOQtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EdsffnVJcp8/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114155589761385170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkhabXOQtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EdsffnVJcp8/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-55mm kit lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvkhb7XOQuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/49wvEomNgYo/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114155615531188962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvkhb7XOQuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/49wvEomNgYo/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon d40x manual. My current bible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkehLXOQrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Y1Z1_iRZh1o/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114152407190618802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkehLXOQrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Y1Z1_iRZh1o/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this pic give a whole new meaning to MY FOOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvkei7XOQsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6zwRhPHaJRI/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114152437255389890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvkei7XOQsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6zwRhPHaJRI/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, normal shutter speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkapbXOQoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tMLAPKzEirg/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114148150878028418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkapbXOQoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tMLAPKzEirg/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water, fast shutter speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkaqbXOQpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/odflRSfgZ0c/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114148168057897618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RvkaqbXOQpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/odflRSfgZ0c/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a photoshoot on my Nokia 6300. Note: You can verify it's mine thanks to the awesome scratches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114813630290740274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt35bXORDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/j3ZCOtX1IPs/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6AbXORII/AAAAAAAAAZA/tNJT47YRZag/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114815949573080194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6AbXORII/AAAAAAAAAZA/tNJT47YRZag/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6A7XORJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KjnwObl26YY/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114815958163014802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6A7XORJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KjnwObl26YY/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6B7XORKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/h4e9mszZM5g/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114815975342884002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt6B7XORKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/h4e9mszZM5g/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1993593072185198048?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1993593072185198048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1993593072185198048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1993593072185198048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1993593072185198048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/09/age-of-photography.html' title='The Age of Photography!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rvt-fbXORLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qGYZgJG4B8c/s72-c/NikonD40XServer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-968236617381673488</id><published>2007-09-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:06:44.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Site Visit'/><title type='text'>Malacca!</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate enough to follow my Design Studio class to Malacca over the past weekend to attend a "holiday cum assignment" trip. Well, before I left KL to Malacca, I was having my doubts after seeing pictures of the hotel we were supposed to stay in, &lt;a href="http://www.hotelpuri.com/"&gt;Hotel Puri&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, come on, it looked SO rundown, that I was afraid there'd be a 400 year old monster or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109216375513569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueVOUcYWsI/AAAAAAAAARo/QGcfYhELx-c/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left PJ at around 9.40, and it took us VERY VERY long to reach Malacca! Once we did, there was only one thing in our mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109195441842969266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueCL0cYWrI/AAAAAAAAARg/07QAtX969-4/s400/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHICKEN RICE BALLS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried the stuff at a restaurant near a junction in Jonker Street. The rice was excessively starchy, and the chilli was, well, not chilli! The drinks were overpriced and the chicken was salty! Didn't enjoy the 'balls' at all! So for you avid readers of my blog, and food junkies all over the world, I'm gonna let you out on a little secret about the chicken rice balls shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DO NOT GO TO THE SHOP AT THE JUNCTION OF JONKER STREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, go for the shop near the Malacca Bridge, opposite the Stadhuys building. The shop, is at the end of Jonker Street. Gosh, my mouth is watering even thinking about that shop. The chicken, ahhhh, so tender! The 'balls', ahhhh, so round~ LOL. We had lunch here on our second day in Malacca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after eating the lousy chicken rice balls, we headed to another shop that sells something very very VERY tasty, and sweet, and, above all, THICK. Okay, don't be perverted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW-0cYWtI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kli642aXaQ0/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109218308248853202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW-0cYWtI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kli642aXaQ0/s400/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW_EcYWuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n40K8GCFasw/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109218312543820514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW_EcYWuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n40K8GCFasw/s400/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW_0cYWvI/AAAAAAAAASA/EOlhml9Y3B0/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109218325428722418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueW_0cYWvI/AAAAAAAAASA/EOlhml9Y3B0/s400/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE AUTHENTIC GULA MELAKA CENDOL! So blady thick and creamy! The price wasn't that bad, around RM1.70 per bowl. The soup mee sold at this shop is preety tasty too! This shop is along Jonker Street, you can't miss it, just look for the long line q-ing at the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we were TOTALLY full. So we went back to our hotel, to have a short nap. Actually Hotel Puri is a classy, and dignified hotel. It's really cosy and has the cultural thing going on. Very nice place. So anyway, we decided to sleep, and get up by 7p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruene0cYW-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/3P7mlVXCl9s/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109236450190711778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruene0cYW-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/3P7mlVXCl9s/s400/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuengEcYW_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/wESMNwzCVDM/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might already know, I take time to sleep. I have to find a cosy spot, make sure my head is tilted in the right angle, arms bend in the right way. It's real hard! So anyway, I did find sleep, and I was having a nice, real nice sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, someone shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 5.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up immeadietly, thought it was some lecturer screaming. I looked around, my roommates were still sleeping. I was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the voice spoke again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 5.30 DUDES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby's sleeping and talking! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story, while we were resting on the bed, suddenly there was a phone call. Daniel was SO excited to pick it up, he jumped on the bed, causing the reciever to jump up and back down, ending the phone call before he even picked it up. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some random shots of Jonker Street, sorry I couldn't take much pics, cuz my camera's battery died, and there was no room for pictures. Damn! I want a dSLR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Stand, not mine, I mean, my assignment-al sushi stand. More info on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueec0cYWwI/AAAAAAAAASI/5LELechMdcs/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226520226323202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueec0cYWwI/AAAAAAAAASI/5LELechMdcs/s400/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy who sells old pictures for a living. This goes to show that if you have a dSLR, you can still survive by selling pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueedUcYWxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xc69cTbxizM/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226528816257810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueedUcYWxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xc69cTbxizM/s400/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonker Walk lame ass-ed, cheap, welcome board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueedkcYWyI/AAAAAAAAASY/ygKD8dkOXKA/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226533111225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueedkcYWyI/AAAAAAAAASY/ygKD8dkOXKA/s400/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG, A fish climbing a pole! Its strip dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueed0cYWzI/AAAAAAAAASg/NFBrnpYDrMs/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226537406192434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueed0cYWzI/AAAAAAAAASg/NFBrnpYDrMs/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueh_EcYW0I/AAAAAAAAASo/0JlrwM_b75E/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109230407171726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueh_EcYW0I/AAAAAAAAASo/0JlrwM_b75E/s400/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Guardian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueh_kcYW1I/AAAAAAAAASw/X94fpkc8L1s/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109230415761660754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rueh_kcYW1I/AAAAAAAAASw/X94fpkc8L1s/s400/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Millions of decorative chains and body accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueiAkcYW2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/b2GZPz1Zly0/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueiBkcYW3I/AAAAAAAAATA/Wv-beDgZVPk/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109230450121399154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueiBkcYW3I/AAAAAAAAATA/Wv-beDgZVPk/s400/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Le' Big Footy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueiCUcYW4I/AAAAAAAAATI/QWmEm2xNitI/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109230463006301058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueiCUcYW4I/AAAAAAAAATI/QWmEm2xNitI/s400/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wanna know how these mints taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek1EcYW5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/04qkMx-mTrY/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109233533907917714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek1EcYW5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/04qkMx-mTrY/s400/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy BLUE Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek1UcYW6I/AAAAAAAAATY/kzu79b089Wk/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109233538202885026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek1UcYW6I/AAAAAAAAATY/kzu79b089Wk/s400/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Dutch are here! The Dutch are here! Well, to aid the Holland Days in Malacca parade, thats why they're here. These guys were amazing! I did snap a group pic with them, but it's with one of my mates. Will post them up soon enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109236497435352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuenhkcYXBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/INtWiRxlg-U/s400/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm taking a picture of Hong Joo taking a picture of Ooi whos taking a picture of Toby who was taking a picture of me! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek10cYW7I/AAAAAAAAATg/4xBsi5vNSYg/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109233546792819634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek10cYW7I/AAAAAAAAATg/4xBsi5vNSYg/s400/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek2kcYW9I/AAAAAAAAATw/sYL3jXTV9UQ/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I end this post, this pic goes out to all the people who needs a laugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109233551087786946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ruek2EcYW8I/AAAAAAAAATo/tUgBvgZoX1g/s400/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! Mr. David Ooi, over at his new blog, davidooi.blogspot.com. Sounds SO political la your blog name, sorta like jeffooi's blog. Anyhoo, someone is admiring you from behind in that pic ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pics as soon as I get them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta'raa~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-968236617381673488?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/968236617381673488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=968236617381673488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/968236617381673488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/968236617381673488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/09/malacca.html' title='Malacca!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RueVOUcYWsI/AAAAAAAAARo/QGcfYhELx-c/s72-c/DSC01600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7031186018026851180</id><published>2007-09-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:10:22.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Knight in Shining Armour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADMWB_qAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gbnEOK-JkLQ/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107085488045402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADMWB_qAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gbnEOK-JkLQ/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADM2B_qBI/AAAAAAAAARA/tHZI_AuaWvQ/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107085496635336722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADM2B_qBI/AAAAAAAAARA/tHZI_AuaWvQ/s400/IMG_2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107086913974544450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuAEfWB_qEI/AAAAAAAAARY/Gku5VmwAI04/s400/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADM2B_qCI/AAAAAAAAARI/fJLzrDdAIwE/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107085496635336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADM2B_qCI/AAAAAAAAARI/fJLzrDdAIwE/s400/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADNGB_qDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hBO0N6bf9Lo/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107085500930304050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADNGB_qDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hBO0N6bf9Lo/s400/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo! Our armour was a freaking success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, Joseph, you still look gay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7031186018026851180?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7031186018026851180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7031186018026851180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7031186018026851180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7031186018026851180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/09/knight-in-shining-armour.html' title='Knight in Shining Armour!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RuADMWB_qAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gbnEOK-JkLQ/s72-c/IMG_2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6044198811049770589</id><published>2007-09-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:09:47.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Metal Shoe!</title><content type='html'>My Design Studio assignment - Material Manipulation - Metal + Plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rt7J3mB_p-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2wfDYR-Zujo/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106740984423622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rt7J3mB_p-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2wfDYR-Zujo/s400/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rt7J4GB_p_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/meSjNGHmFYY/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106740993013557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rt7J4GB_p_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/meSjNGHmFYY/s400/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its a shoe! More pics coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6044198811049770589?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6044198811049770589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6044198811049770589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6044198811049770589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6044198811049770589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/09/metal-shoe.html' title='Metal Shoe!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rt7J3mB_p-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2wfDYR-Zujo/s72-c/DSC01578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7018141632367955836</id><published>2007-08-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:12:33.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>Faster than the Speed of Sound.</title><content type='html'>2 weeks of holidays are over. I am, hmm, whats the word, DEVASTATED! I mean like, this was the best 2 weeks of holidays that I had ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, my sister gave birth to her "sophormore" child, lol, her second child, and yes, shes a beautiful baby girl, named Liora Rynn. I don't have photos of her, but you can check my friendster, and head over to my sisters blog, it goes by her name "Imelda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I went to numerous parties this two weeks; the first starting with Ashley's at Shah Alam, as he's leaving to Indonesia for higher education. One thing I'll never forget about Ashley is his CRUDE sense of humour. Everyone was told there was free booze at his place. Well this happened an hour before his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Eh Hammie, its BYOB(Bring Your Own Booze) okay!&lt;br /&gt;Ham: Ohhhh, okay okay, I'll go buy later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hamilton goes to 7-11, buys a bottle of Heineken, and heads over to Ashley's place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham: Eh Prakash, wheres your drink?&lt;br /&gt;Prakash: No one brought drink!&lt;br /&gt;Ham: Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hamilton ended up the only sore friggin' loser downing a bottle of beer, alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dhalini comes up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhalini: Something funny happened to me that day.&lt;br /&gt;Ham/Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Dhal: I had this backache right, so my guy friend helped me massage me at the back. Suddenly he asked me, "Lets Go for Shower". So I hit him. Then he was like WHAT? He actually said, LETS GO FOR RUSH HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next party was Tongliang's BBQ. Two funny things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was driving near Tongliang's house looking for a parking, when I saw Alvin and his friend [B] walking. I sped my car, and braked probably about 2 inches from hitting both of them. Both jumped out in fear and was totally taken aback. The shit thing was, [B] wasn't Alvin's friend, it was HIS FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We were eating happily with Tongliangs relatives when suddenly his mother screamed ROBBER and closed the front gate. In comes tall, dark, Julian Dev with his motorbike; Tongliang's mum thought he was a hoodlum! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7018141632367955836?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7018141632367955836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7018141632367955836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7018141632367955836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7018141632367955836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/08/faster-than-speed-of-sound.html' title='Faster than the Speed of Sound.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8557313472100534348</id><published>2007-08-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:46:37.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gosh! I have so many things I wanna buy for myself that sometimes I think I'm SO lavish! Here are some of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Sennheiser PX-10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.headphone.com/guide/by-application/our-10-best-headphones/sennheiser-px-100.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097106927509206626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryPvrRedmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TOTwsZbIjB8/s400/0020080010_176.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great sound, unbelievable ergonomics, fantastic price; a must-have upgrade for your portable player. And yes, they fold into a nice box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AKG K 26 P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097106931804173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryPv7RednI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LMVO_L4fB6Y/s400/0020120026_964.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer small rock/rap/funk sealed portable headphone. Good sound, big bass, great seal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;3.5" external hard disk drive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097109229611677314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryR1rRedoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r4F287gGm6g/s400/41NJ76070FL__AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;360 gigs of SWEET SWEET memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Playstation 3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XbWedYTV2TQ/s1600-h/300_ps3b,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097111437224867474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XbWedYTV2TQ/s400/300_ps3b,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bvDxOlrArnM/s1600-h/ps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097111437224867490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bvDxOlrArnM/s400/ps3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RyG-rggzlCs/s1600-h/ps3_sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097111437224867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2LRedrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RyG-rggzlCs/s400/ps3_sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2bRedsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aix1CB0V6_E/s1600-h/ps3-design-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097111441519834818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryT2bRedsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aix1CB0V6_E/s400/ps3-design-red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What list of lavish desires would be complete without a gaming console? The PS3 is second only to the XBOX360, but I still prefer PS3. I remember when a bunch of us went to a Sony Style shop and was looking at a car race until we realised that it was only a game when "GAME OVER" came on screen. It was THAT realistic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Canon EOS 350D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097114168824067794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryWVLRedtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rDhUnliyiuc/s400/eos350dpr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.0 MP&lt;br /&gt;3 fps with up to 14 image burst&lt;br /&gt;E-TTL II flash system&lt;br /&gt;DIGIC II&lt;br /&gt;7-point AF&lt;br /&gt;DPP RAW image processing software&lt;br /&gt;Separate RAW/JPEG image recording&lt;br /&gt;USB 2.0 Hi-speed/Video Out&lt;br /&gt;Compatible with EF/EF-S lenses/EX Speedlite flashes&lt;br /&gt;PictBridge compatible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum it up in one word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;Yamaha RBX 374&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097115070767199970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryXJrReduI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f6M7yIIqdgU/s400/P_rbx374.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RBX374 and has a neck made of quality maple with rosewood fingerboards. Two volume knobs and a master tone control the J-and split-style pickups. These basses are the perfect choice for value-minded players who demand top-of-the-line quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;Calcomp Drawing Board V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097117119466600178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryZA7RedvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oraVGx09Fg0/s400/CalComp_Drawing_Board_Cursor_Digitiser__6200937.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Basically a board which lets you draw, and it connects via USB to your PC. Vevy vevy the cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;A Car.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118575460513538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryaVrRedwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wf71vr8ml_g/s400/1923-Ford-Tbucket-White-Maroon.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any car would do actually, Myvi would be fine. Hahhaaa. BTW, that's a 1923 Ford T-BUCKET. SWEEEET RIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;u&gt; A Foosball table&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rr1a6bRedxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FECSGGRX_wE/s1600-h/garlando_springtime_foosball_table_mar_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097330313053239058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rr1a6bRedxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FECSGGRX_wE/s400/garlando_springtime_foosball_table_mar_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rr1a7bRedyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9wXr4hvi6Fs/s1600-h/Nike%2520foosball%2520table%2520black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097330330233108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rr1a7bRedyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9wXr4hvi6Fs/s400/Nike%2520foosball%2520table%2520black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats a Nike table BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want a girlfriend! Ahahahhahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8557313472100534348?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8557313472100534348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8557313472100534348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8557313472100534348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8557313472100534348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want.html' title='I want...........'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RryPvrRedmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TOTwsZbIjB8/s72-c/0020080010_176.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2040171179972633705</id><published>2007-08-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:10:50.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>Texas Round-Them-Up.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are clueless, Houston is the largest city in Texas and also it is the key point of the NASA space operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby: Hey I recorded my own ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me + Daniel: Eh come lets listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby's phone(vaguely): Houston, we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can't hear lar! What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby: It says "Houston, we have a problem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I don't get it, these people always say "Houston, we have a problem". Who is this Mr.Houston and what does he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me + Toby: IT'S A CITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2040171179972633705?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2040171179972633705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2040171179972633705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2040171179972633705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2040171179972633705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/08/texas-round-them-up.html' title='Texas Round-Them-Up.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7930231373397980087</id><published>2007-08-02T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:11:38.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Post'/><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mx0fy-9NWFg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mx0fy-9NWFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7930231373397980087?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7930231373397980087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7930231373397980087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7930231373397980087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7930231373397980087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6341847206531858533</id><published>2007-08-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:35:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ho, Johnny Hoe!</title><content type='html'>Heyy guys! Its been a REAL long time since my last post. Well, I've lost my interest in blogging. I don't know why, and I don't know how. Anyway, my cousins are gone back to New Zealand (it's been 3 weeks now). Lol. The fun we had can't be expressed in words, honestly, it can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cut my hair. No more long long hair. Gosh I miss that hair!! Sadly I don't have pictures of it, even if I did, it's with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, life's been fast, but it all seems like I'm taking one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've realised something. When someone says she goes not at all for looks, but for the heart as well, TRUST ME, it's definetly the looks =). Ask yourselves people, do you guys actually believe that looks ain't all that important? Ask yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, heres a song I saw a guitarist play on YouTube. Check it out ya, his voice abit funny tho =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piDYsSjWPc4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piDYsSjWPc4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6341847206531858533?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6341847206531858533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6341847206531858533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6341847206531858533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6341847206531858533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-ho-johnny-hoe.html' title='Hey Ho, Johnny Hoe!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5967685372662761760</id><published>2007-07-11T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:00:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RpS4JkTVm4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nbtx0kSuZC4/s1600-h/nomsn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RpS4JkTVm4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nbtx0kSuZC4/s400/nomsn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085892353711250306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, only one person online??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5967685372662761760?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5967685372662761760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5967685372662761760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5967685372662761760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5967685372662761760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/07/msn.html' title='MSN??'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RpS4JkTVm4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nbtx0kSuZC4/s72-c/nomsn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7499649414357184287</id><published>2007-07-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:12:07.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>for you i will</title><content type='html'>Before you read the following, listen to either True - Ryan Cabrera, or For You I Will - Teddy Geiger, or even Iris - Goo Goo Dolls to add the 'jiwang/emo' effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had her, I would;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• give her one of your t-shirts to&lt;br /&gt;sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• leave her cute text notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• look into her eyes when you talk to&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• touch her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• FORGIVE her for her MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• look at her like she's the only girl&lt;br /&gt;you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• tickle her even when she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hold her hand when you're around your&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when she starts swearing at you, tell&lt;br /&gt;her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;shes not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• stay up all night with her when she's&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• kiss her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when you fall in love with her, tell&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• and if you love her, love her like&lt;br /&gt;you've never loved someone before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7499649414357184287?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7499649414357184287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7499649414357184287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7499649414357184287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7499649414357184287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-you-i-will.html' title='for you i will'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3914091588617996718</id><published>2007-07-05T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:11:10.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>The N Word!!</title><content type='html'>I was with Premi in IDP today. She was waiting for her officer for God knows how long. There were two black men that were totally sucking every second out of the officer that Premi was supposed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept waiting, and waiting, and yeah, you guessed it, waiting some more, when suddenly Premi's phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Denyo, misa-la-camisa-negra~ was played as her ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premi: Did you hear my ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah, La-camisa-NIGGA.&lt;br /&gt;Premi: What? NIGGA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she basically said it LOUD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two black gentlemen looked at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa, lucky we didn't get murdered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3914091588617996718?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3914091588617996718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3914091588617996718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3914091588617996718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3914091588617996718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/07/n-word.html' title='The N Word!!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2366404664429350373</id><published>2007-07-02T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:28:16.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem 2/3 Subject Registration for Advanced Standing Students.</title><content type='html'>Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter issued to us by Taylors says that we have to register by 16th, and also that we have a 2 week time-lease to make our decisions on which subjects to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm scared to register subjects because I'm scared that our timetable of each subject might clash. Students doing Sem 2 don't worry, your classes won't clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I already registered 4 subjects, which are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building Construction 1&lt;br /&gt;Building Services 1&lt;br /&gt;Computer Aided Design&lt;br /&gt;Design Studio 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register at &lt;a href="http://tgen.taylors.edu.my/tcpjregister/"&gt;http://tgen.taylors.edu.my/tcpjregister/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth subject that I wanted to take was an elective, Furniture Design, but I can't seem to register it! Any ideas on what elective to take? I don't wanna do Maths!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2366404664429350373?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2366404664429350373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2366404664429350373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2366404664429350373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2366404664429350373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/07/sem-23-subject-registration-for.html' title='Sem 2/3 Subject Registration for Advanced Standing Students.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2847657862917725171</id><published>2007-07-02T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:53:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of July!</title><content type='html'>It's been a really really slow week. My cousins came down, we had tonnes of fun shopping for cellphones and pirated goods at Petaling Street. In total, we spent around RM250+ just on shoes! LOL! Its amazing how Petaling Street evolved into a craze among Malaysians and foreigners alike. I think if Petaling Street were to open their own brand and apparel, they could make goooood money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I was over at Convent Klang's canteen day today, and I got one word for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather was SO unbearable! Not only that, the noise pollution was extreme! I actually can't believe I went to a Canteen Day! LOL! I feel SO old!! I was like a total adult there. 10 hours in and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, heres a poem for someone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm just a guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Who waits as the days pass me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I would rather die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Than to see you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But you made me feel alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Because you lifted your wings to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        On the first of July"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey you know what would be a great stall for this canteen day?&lt;br /&gt;Prakash: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: An fan/aircond room; all sit in circles and we charge for the fan use!!&lt;br /&gt;Prakash: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'd seriously pay for it!!&lt;br /&gt;Prakash &amp;amp; gang: Same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2847657862917725171?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2847657862917725171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2847657862917725171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2847657862917725171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2847657862917725171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-of-july_4635.html' title='First of July!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8770788611440296472</id><published>2007-06-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:06:51.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Thriller!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaahaha, this HAS to be the funniest thing I've seen in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLY MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8770788611440296472?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8770788611440296472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8770788611440296472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8770788611440296472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8770788611440296472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/indian-thriller.html' title='Indian Thriller!!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4347963170962431377</id><published>2007-06-22T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:40:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>It was a year ago when I saw you in Midvalley. You were clad in silver, and beauty couldn't define the way you looked. I gave you my number, and it was set, a beautiful relationship that couldn't be put in words. We hung out together everywhere. You were by my side always, never leaving me for even a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I was unfaithful in our relationship; I took you for granted. I know your emotions were scarred, and left a big hole that could never be taken away. I'm sorry that I hurt you so much in this short period of our relationship. I'm sorry, truly I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then when you suddenly began showing signs that you were not into our relationship anymore. You began drifting away from me, further away. I know I caused all of this. I know the reasons behind the way that you treated me over the pass few days. You couldn't handle anymore from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to set things right again, and therefore, I sent you away, for at least 3 days. I know the pain, trust me I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, good things were never meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 21 June 2007, I got a SMS saying that you passed away at 5.21p.m. My emotions were uncontrolable when I read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond Economical Repair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye n70, I loved you the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4347963170962431377?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4347963170962431377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4347963170962431377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4347963170962431377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4347963170962431377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-451343931615386</id><published>2007-06-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:31:12.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire me.</title><content type='html'>Gah! I just don't know what to post anymore. I wanted to do a food post for so long, but my handphone got spoilt, so there goes all the pics from Park Royal. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, guess what? My cousins are coming down from New Zealand! I haven't seen the two in over 3 years! Gosh I miss them! They're the closest cousins I have from my mothers side of the family. First off, my mothers side is HUGE, so HUGE that I've cousins who I don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be great! Hanging with them after so long, I hope it all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I was thinking of entering the 50 years 50 heroes contest posted over at KennySia's blog, but I don't have a hero, or even know one. Any help? Preety please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-451343931615386?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/451343931615386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=451343931615386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/451343931615386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/451343931615386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/inspire-me.html' title='Inspire me.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7532519773715225193</id><published>2007-06-18T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:30:01.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>Damn, things aren't going the way it should be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Due to the increase in the number of break-ins in my neighbourhood, parents decided to erect more grills to secure the house. The renovationist, or rather, the griller, accidentally severed the main electricity of the house while drilling, causing the house to occasionally lose electric supply i.e. trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The frequent electrical outage, caused my television's power supply to burst, NO TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While fixing the power supply, my n70 dropped, and guess what? I bet you already know. I'm using mum's phone in the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. iPod got corrupted, God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My bolster tore ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7532519773715225193?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7532519773715225193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7532519773715225193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7532519773715225193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7532519773715225193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-bad-day.html' title='I had a bad day.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4024575421267708165</id><published>2007-06-16T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:43:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities!</title><content type='html'>Celebrities that just are SO beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angela from Angela's Eyes. *no better pic, but trust me, shes damn preety*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNou5QxcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9btxbA67kdg/s1600-h/18710589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516359831122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNou5QxcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9btxbA67kdg/s400/18710589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Angelina Jolie in leather. *Never seen anyone pull off a full leather gown with ease*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aUWEW0OYFqc/s1600-h/1303485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516364126089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aUWEW0OYFqc/s400/1303485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 3. Jennifer Morrison as Dr.Cameron in House M.D *the intelligent look turns me on!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gEXAdQ6QxEU/s1600-h/CAMERON-multiJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516364126089634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gEXAdQ6QxEU/s400/CAMERON-multiJPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Avril Lavigne. *Rebel without a cause!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/b8lr9Cq7JUQ/s1600-h/avril_lavigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516364126089650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovJQxcbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/b8lr9Cq7JUQ/s400/avril_lavigne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6. What beautiful lady list would be complete without JESSICA ALBA?? *shes soooooooo godly!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovZQxccI/AAAAAAAAAOw/a6A8AW-sb4w/s1600-h/jessica_alba_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516368421056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNovZQxccI/AAAAAAAAAOw/a6A8AW-sb4w/s400/jessica_alba_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;List to be updated! Ahahah, name me a few as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4024575421267708165?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4024575421267708165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4024575421267708165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4024575421267708165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4024575421267708165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebrities.html' title='Celebrities!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RnNou5QxcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9btxbA67kdg/s72-c/18710589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8263589893528379587</id><published>2007-06-14T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:35:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language of a Lover</title><content type='html'>This is by far, the second biggest move I have done to my blog. After realising some people who I didn't want reading my blog, were actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; it, I made a drastic move by locking it, and now, I can't stand having a blog that is shut out, so here's my second move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new look, a new feel, a new hope, and a new language, of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask is that the faithfull readers of hamjay.blogspot.com, join me on learning the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language of a Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8263589893528379587?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8263589893528379587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8263589893528379587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8263589893528379587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8263589893528379587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/language-of-lover.html' title='The Language of a Lover'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2621252583991159086</id><published>2007-06-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:22:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Boy Complex.</title><content type='html'>First off, got my results, I'm kinda okay with the results, though I didn't ace through it, but for something out of ordinary, I didn't do well at all for a subject that I knew I would do much better than I thought I would. Wait, I'm confusing right? Forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I was watching House M.D earlier on, and I must say, its a show well worth an hour or more of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073321200515641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RmgOwJQxcXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NTlaG-R_LYY/s400/1152X864_house_wallpaper02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very interesting, and educational, sorta like CSI, but more biological related complications. The rather amusing part about House, is his bizzare way of diagnosing diseases. He does it in such manner, that you'd be taken in shock of his rude and self-centered personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case Scenario #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed Walk-in Patient: [turning to leave] I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: You think it's going to come out on its own? [the patient stops] Are we talking bigger than a bread basket? Because, actually, it will come out on its own, which for small stuff is no problem - it's wrapped up in a nice soft package and plop. Big stuff - you're going to rip something, which, speaking medically, is when the fun stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed Walk-in Patient: How did you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: You've been here half an hour and you haven't sat down, that tells me its location. You haven't told me what it is, that tells me it's humiliating. You have a little birdy carved under your arm, and that tells me you have a high tolerance for humiliation, so I'm figuring it's not hemorrhoids. [pause for awkward silence] I've been a doctor twenty years. You're not going to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed Walk-in Patient: It's an MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: [trying to keep himself from laughing] Hmm. Is it... is it because of the size, or the shape... or is it the pounding bass line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed Walk-in Patient: What are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: I'm going to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed Walk-in Patient: For what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene change: House leaving the walk-in clinic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: [to the reception nurses] Okay. It's 3 o'clock, I'm off. Could you tell Dr. Cuddy there's a patient in exam room 2 that needs her attention? And the RIAA wants her to check for illegal downloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case Scenario #2: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Everybody lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: Dr. House doesn't like dealing with patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Foreman: Isn't treating patients why we became doctors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: No, treating illnesses is why we became doctors. Treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case Scenario #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: Why did you hire me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: Kind of hard to work for a guy who doesn't respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: Is that rhetorical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: No, it just seems that way because you can't think of an answer. Does it make a difference what I think? I'm a jerk. The only thing that matters is what you think. Can you do the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: You hired a black guy because he had a juvenile record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: No, it wasn't a racial thing, I didn't see a black guy. I just saw a doctor... with a juvenile record. I hired Chase 'cause his dad made a phone call. I hired you because you are extremely pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: You hired me to get into my pants?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: I can't believe that that would shock you. It's also not what I said. No, I hired you because you look good; it's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: I was in the top of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: But not THE top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: I did an internship at the Mayo Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Yes, you were a very good applicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: But not the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Would that upset you, really? To think that you were hired because of some genetic gift of beauty, not some genetic gift of intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: I worked very hard to get where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: But you didn't have to. People choose the paths that grant them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort. That's the law of nature, and you defied it. That's why I hired you. You could have married rich, could have been a model, you could have just shown up and people would have given you stuff. Lots of stuff, but you didn't, you worked your stunning little ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: Am I supposed to be flattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Gorgeous women do not go to medical school. Unless they're as damaged as they are beautiful. Were you abused by a family member?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: Sexually assaulted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cameron: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. House: But you are damaged, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in the 3 scenarios, it just shows House is rude, but yet, in the later episodes, Dr.Cameron will fall in love with him, even though he's selfish and self-centered. Why does this doesn't seem so much different in our lives? Girls love bad boys eh? It's kinda weird, but it's true. If you push them away, the more they come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgement: I gotta be more BAD ASS! Mr.Nice Guys are DOOOOOMED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2621252583991159086?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2621252583991159086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2621252583991159086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2621252583991159086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2621252583991159086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-boy-complex.html' title='The Bad Boy Complex.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RmgOwJQxcXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NTlaG-R_LYY/s72-c/1152X864_house_wallpaper02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7839539242839562507</id><published>2007-06-03T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:15:09.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Timelocks in India.</title><content type='html'>Parents just returned home from their trip to South India, completing their visit to the place where we belong. They covered regions from Ooty to the beautiful Agra. Anyhoo, there were two pics amongst the lot they took that somewhat felt weird, namely the two below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Testicle a.k.a Penis Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071792296279928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RmKgONJT77I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Si5n3gscIk0/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Damn, doesn't it look like a penis? Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Malaysia, we have stray dogs eating rubbish, but India just had to overdo us eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071793412971425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RmKhPNJT78I/AAAAAAAAAOA/tfhLt9KLWac/s400/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7839539242839562507?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7839539242839562507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7839539242839562507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7839539242839562507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7839539242839562507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/06/weird-timelocks-in-india.html' title='Weird Timelocks in India.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RmKgONJT77I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Si5n3gscIk0/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1406112361758547914</id><published>2007-05-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:53:57.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here! It's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my way back on Monday from college, it was the fine day of May 21, which was THE day Maroon 5's sophomore album hit the shelves. I went to SS15 in the morning, which was when I heard that Hitz.FM was giving out the CD, and some malay guy just won. I was happy for the guy, but heck, I was jealous as hell. So I was on my way back, and incidently, I turned on the radio to Hitz.FM again, and the cue-to-call was on, and I decided to give it a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First attempt - Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second attempt - Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third attempt - Got through - YATAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello this is Hitz.FM, whats your name sir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Er...er...Hamilton"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whaaat? Ha-zip-ton?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No-no, Hamilton, as in the F1 racer, Luis Hamilton."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, your telephone number sir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"016-222****"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We'll call you back later to get your details"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh sure sure!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ohhh, ok, now you've won the CD, I want you to act all suprised and shit kay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For sure!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We're back on Hitz.Fm and with the Maroon 5's latest album It Won't Be Soon Before Long, and I have a guy named Hamilton here who just won the CD, say woohoo man!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Er..woo ho?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO, its WOOOHOOO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok fine, WOOHOOOO!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it was, my voice on the radio for the very second time, the first time, or rather my virgin debut on the radio was when my sister ask me to call them and ask them to play Backstreet Boys - Backstreets Back, but when I called them, I stammered and asked for Backstreets Backstreet - Back Boys! Wahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after that, I waited and waited for their call, every single day. I was becoming paranoid. Imagine, my favorite band's CD, and I got it for free, and yet, I don't have it! 3 days passed, and they haven't called me, so I called them! They told me to be patient, and that they'd call on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so they did! I recieved the call at noon, gave them my details, and woohoo indeed, I got it today!! But the sad part was, they still forgot my name. ZzZzZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070366495649675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2Pdr49t7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Sv43ICBmWDI/s400/Image1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sent to "ShanHamiton", wth lar, can't they butcher my name any more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363931554199458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2NIb49t6I/AAAAAAAAANo/bomQv88UuYQ/s400/Image1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363922964264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2NH749t5I/AAAAAAAAANg/FCLE6ESSClw/s400/Image1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363106920478594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2MYb49t4I/AAAAAAAAANY/sNf3OclTtnM/s400/Image1184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I can add the songs to my already saturated collection of M5's songs. Wahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362308056561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2Lp749t2I/AAAAAAAAANI/LT4Mjd-yF60/s400/m5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The songs on the CD are quite catchy and have a new vibe. Take my word for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1406112361758547914?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1406112361758547914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1406112361758547914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1406112361758547914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1406112361758547914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-here-its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here! It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rl2Pdr49t7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Sv43ICBmWDI/s72-c/Image1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4834896248899313344</id><published>2007-05-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:37:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Survey.</title><content type='html'>Damn, seriously I have nothing to post, NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LYING!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the following in your room:&lt;br /&gt;Prakky tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms:&lt;br /&gt;- nop, decent ler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;- yeap, two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chair/stool:&lt;br /&gt;- got 1, for my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book shelf:&lt;br /&gt;- nop, have a table tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresser:&lt;br /&gt;- nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer:&lt;br /&gt;- yeap, 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean bag:&lt;br /&gt;- nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;- er, sounds weird, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror:&lt;br /&gt;- wish i had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skateboard:&lt;br /&gt;- yeap, old school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed:&lt;br /&gt;- whats a bedroom without a bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes on the floor:&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, my tee's, i can't sleep with a tee on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfboard:&lt;br /&gt;- nah, malaysians rarely surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke detector:&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano/keyboard/guitar/bass/drums:&lt;br /&gt;- bass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locking door:&lt;br /&gt;- yeap, but makes a damn loud noise when I wanna lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottle of water:&lt;br /&gt;- yeapp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blacklight:&lt;br /&gt;- nah, blacklights don't really do much in malaysia, a flashlight would be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medals/ribbons:&lt;br /&gt;- nopz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards:&lt;br /&gt;- took them off, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport accessories:&lt;br /&gt;- dumbells, golfclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs:&lt;br /&gt;- yeapzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag:&lt;br /&gt;- nah, not very patriotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop sign/any sign:&lt;br /&gt;- wanted to steal one, care to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution tape:&lt;br /&gt;- nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball:&lt;br /&gt;- nopz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Gun&lt;br /&gt;- hell no, we don't have the Second Amendment now do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes:&lt;br /&gt;- had those 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle:&lt;br /&gt;- nahh, tooo oldschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;- shoved inside my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo:&lt;br /&gt;- had one, broken tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Station:&lt;br /&gt;- yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox:&lt;br /&gt;- nahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo:&lt;br /&gt;- hell yeah, my iPod must have its amps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television:&lt;br /&gt;- yeapzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighter:&lt;br /&gt;- er 2months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum:&lt;br /&gt;- nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows do you have in ur room?&lt;br /&gt;- 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the color of your walls?&lt;br /&gt;- orange, had a tough time painting them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwood floor, tile, or carpet?:&lt;br /&gt;- tiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;- orangee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is on ur walls?&lt;br /&gt;- clock, and a photoframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the opposite sex been in your room before?&lt;br /&gt;- mum, cousins, sisters, you get the drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4834896248899313344?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4834896248899313344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4834896248899313344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4834896248899313344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4834896248899313344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/bedroom-survey.html' title='Bedroom Survey.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8311022542272386361</id><published>2007-05-22T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:45:56.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quotes</title><content type='html'>(Mum using laptop in the kitchen, while my msn was on, and I was painting the house outside)&lt;br /&gt;(She comes outside to see me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Is Daniel a bad boy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: He is a bad person right?? Watches porn all?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG, no lar! Where got?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Then why did he send you something nude-j?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nude-j? Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I think it's porn, go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to the comp, checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - daniel - My masterpiece! just sent you a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nudge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8311022542272386361?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8311022542272386361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8311022542272386361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8311022542272386361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8311022542272386361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-quotes.html' title='Random Quotes'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2088463237697306378</id><published>2007-05-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:28:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Loop!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! New sunglasses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL4140 Bungy!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066617156703991634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RlA9db49t1I/AAAAAAAAANA/aX-b9GpMTuY/s400/t_kl4140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2088463237697306378?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2088463237697306378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2088463237697306378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2088463237697306378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2088463237697306378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/killer-loop.html' title='Killer Loop!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RlA9db49t1I/AAAAAAAAANA/aX-b9GpMTuY/s72-c/t_kl4140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7127735552779523412</id><published>2007-05-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:46:11.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Premi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rk3Fgr49t0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RBof8-Ddi9M/s1600-h/premi058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065922321189812034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rk3Fgr49t0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RBof8-Ddi9M/s400/premi058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A butterfly spreads its wings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And enlightens to the land of dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A holiday for a month or a day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hoping you'd stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss the chats we had every night, I treasured every moment, ahhaa, have a good trip yarh! =) Quickly come back, I wanna watch Spiderman 3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7127735552779523412?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7127735552779523412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7127735552779523412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7127735552779523412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7127735552779523412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-premi.html' title='Goodbye Premi.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rk3Fgr49t0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RBof8-Ddi9M/s72-c/premi058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-853430698842155868</id><published>2007-05-18T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:53:59.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio</title><content type='html'>Portfolio pics coming up, stay tuned =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-853430698842155868?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/853430698842155868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=853430698842155868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/853430698842155868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/853430698842155868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/portfolio.html' title='Portfolio'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8106628712621066770</id><published>2007-05-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:36:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been tagged by Loiusa and Premi. Ahh, tags are one of the only posts that keeps this place alive! I'm using my iPod for this, 'cuz all my songs are inside, ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music Tagness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay the Same - Joey McIntyre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, I should stay the same today? Hahaha, yeap I will! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL YOU GET FAR IN LIFE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diary of Jane (Acoustic) - Breaking Benjamin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm, how does this help again? Maybe I should go find this Jane, break her boyfriend named Benjamin, and steal her diary??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND'S THEME SONG? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do Me Right - Jamelia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvin wants me to do him right? EWWWWW! Disgusto~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT IS THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Make Her Love Me - Rascall Flatts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell?? Damn true!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT WAS HIGHSCHOOL LIKE? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halo - Haley James Scott (One Tree Hill OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High School was a Halo, probably lar, Form 4 and 5 were awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW CAN YOU GET AHEAD IN LIFE? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Collide - Howie Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collide my way with a someone, or a car collision? Maybe the former, definetly not the latter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT'S THE BEST THING ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hero - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends are heroes, yeah! Toby the elevator man! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR GRANDPARENTS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone - Chris Daughtry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL! This was damn random! Ahahahha! Never knew them actually, 'cuz they were gone before I matured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW'S YOUR LIFE GOING? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seven Days - Craig David&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, yeah I guess, its going through the mundane seven days per week. It's damn funny how this post works!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? (DONT LAUGH!) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look What You've Done - Jet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahahah, looks like I've done something really good, or really bad! Maybe I became a person who achieved something I really wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL YOU HAVE A HAPPY LIFE? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you love me, I guess I'll have a very happy and prosperous life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS REALLY THINK OF YOU? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wth? When I'm gone, you all will miss me dearly? *why is all of the songs regarding to the absene of me from the world??*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO PEOPLE SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Believe - Good Charlotte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah! You guys &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; that people lust over me, yeahh riiiggghhttt man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW CAN YOU MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wth? Make my self happy by someone crying me a river? Weird! The last thing I wanna do is to see you cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SHOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In My Hands - Chris Daughtry (American Idol 5 - Encore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHAHA! My life is in my hands ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL YOU EVER HAVE CHILDREN? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Now Hey Now - Crowded House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey now hey now, don't talk about children so fast lar! I'm only like 19 lar, another 10 years to go lar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT SONG WOULD YOU STRIP TO? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost Honest - Josh Kelley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Err, dunno what does this mean in any way, but it's a great song tho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT DOES YOUR MOM THINK OF YOU? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody Told Me - The Killers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Somebody told me you're doing (insertsomethingbadandtotallyrandomhere) &lt;insertsomethingbadandtotallyrandomhere&gt;!" said Mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DEEP, DARK SECRET? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real Good Man - Tim McGraw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHAHAHHA, TOO SIGNIFICANT! Told you I'm a real bad boy, but baby, I'm a real good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY'S THEME SONG? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Superstar - Jamelia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, don't have a mortal enemy, but maybe she's a superstar ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY LIKE? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come What May - Moulin Rouge Soundtrack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha, damn freaky wey the way my iPod reacts to this tag! Yeah, I'm sorta a 'come-what-may' kinda dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT SONG WILL BE PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfaithful - Rihannna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey hello, I'm damn damn freaky faithful one okay?! =.="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha weird tag lol! I hereby tag,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lydkwan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8106628712621066770?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8106628712621066770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8106628712621066770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8106628712621066770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8106628712621066770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag-of-music.html' title='A Tag of Music'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8662850072026169713</id><published>2007-05-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:20:09.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Modding =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My experimentation with car mods with photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064786636082013330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkm8nHLQZJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bQ3Uz1Ln8Ko/s400/3699018_0_0_3368058139437199_ORIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkm8mnLQZII/AAAAAAAAAMY/lV-Os7lbvNo/s1600-h/carmodify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064786627492078722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkm8mnLQZII/AAAAAAAAAMY/lV-Os7lbvNo/s400/carmodify.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkened&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064791944661591218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RknBcHLQZLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/n4UMFNWZsFo/s400/carmodify.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/21001916-8662850072026169713?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8662850072026169713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8662850072026169713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8662850072026169713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8662850072026169713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/car-modding.html' title='Car Modding =)'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkm8nHLQZJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bQ3Uz1Ln8Ko/s72-c/3699018_0_0_3368058139437199_ORIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6031231275163506016</id><published>2007-05-12T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:46:38.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those 3 words, are said too much, are not enough.</title><content type='html'>I've got tagged by Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who have contracted the touch of this venom MUST write any poetry that is made up of 3 words a line, and a minimum of 12 lines. The poem may be of any content(preferably something vile)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands wide open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your heart opens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkc-WXLQZFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a60moWXHMOw/s1600-h/99807215_6299640bac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkc-WXLQZFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a60moWXHMOw/s400/99807215_6299640bac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064084859900683346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Like words unspoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no option,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On love's ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkc_mnLQZGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gspM1Kfsg78/s1600-h/gaea_ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkc_mnLQZGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gspM1Kfsg78/s400/gaea_ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064086238585185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stars a million,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Only you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make me brighten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RkdApHLQZHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Iu2T2pokcck/s1600-h/stars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RkdApHLQZHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Iu2T2pokcck/s400/stars1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064087381046486130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wah damn hard larh!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6031231275163506016?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6031231275163506016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6031231275163506016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6031231275163506016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6031231275163506016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-got-tagged-by-michelle.html' title='Those 3 words, are said too much, are not enough.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rkc-WXLQZFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a60moWXHMOw/s72-c/99807215_6299640bac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6238422144648237704</id><published>2007-05-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:21:28.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix 4?</title><content type='html'>Omg! There's a new movie coming out! Matrix 4: The Return.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn cool! A new character is taking over Neo, as he died in last Matrix!&lt;br /&gt;See the poster below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RkSX33LQZEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/I3Zp627VHrs/s1600-h/789809610l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RkSX33LQZEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/I3Zp627VHrs/s400/789809610l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063338867031041090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard the new character is called Hamjay! COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6238422144648237704?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6238422144648237704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6238422144648237704&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6238422144648237704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6238422144648237704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/matrix-4.html' title='Matrix 4?'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RkSX33LQZEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/I3Zp627VHrs/s72-c/789809610l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3499301557400577095</id><published>2007-05-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:14:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot VS. Girls.</title><content type='html'>You can be sure someone is an idiot when :&lt;br /&gt;~ spends twenty minutes looking at an orange juice box because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;~ puts lipstick on the forehead because he wanted to makeup his mind.&lt;br /&gt;~ gets stabbed in a shoot-out.&lt;br /&gt;~ sends a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;~ was on the corner giving out potato chips yellin' "Free Lays!"&lt;br /&gt;~ tries to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;~ If you gave them a penny for their intelligence, you'd get change.&lt;br /&gt;~ thinks socialism means partying. ~ trips over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;~ takes a ruler to bed to see how long he slept.&lt;br /&gt;~ At the bottom of the application where it says "Sign Here" he put "Sagittarius."&lt;br /&gt;~ takes 2 hours to watch 60 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;~ studies for a blood test and fails.&lt;br /&gt;~ invents a solar powered flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;~ sells the car for gas money.&lt;br /&gt;~ heard 90% of all crimes occur around the home, he moves&lt;br /&gt;~ misses the 44 bus, and takes the 22 twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;~ takes you to the airport and saw a sign that said, "Airport left",he turned around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;~ got locked in Furniture Shop and slept on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 things girls didn't know about guys.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1. Guys hate sluts. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys&lt;br /&gt;open with to stop from stammering on the phone. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they&lt;br /&gt;always think about the girl they truly care about. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna&lt;br /&gt;say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it&lt;br /&gt;all and makes it up as he goes. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're goin for the&lt;br /&gt;let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-&lt;br /&gt;how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*11. Guys get jealous easily. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.."&lt;br /&gt;would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to&lt;br /&gt;figure it out. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when&lt;br /&gt;they talk to a girl they really like. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come&lt;br /&gt;up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works&lt;br /&gt;because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money&lt;br /&gt;anyway. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*16. Girls are guys' weaknesses. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*17. Guys are very open about themselves. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him&lt;br /&gt;wait too long. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his&lt;br /&gt;problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen&lt;br /&gt;to him. You don't need to give advice. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your&lt;br /&gt;relationships. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*23. Guys will brag about anything. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use&lt;br /&gt;beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to&lt;br /&gt;figure out what it meant. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think&lt;br /&gt;alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no&lt;br /&gt;guy can write out a book about relationships.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's&lt;br /&gt;too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature&lt;br /&gt;and grown up. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think&lt;br /&gt;about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with&lt;br /&gt;the girl. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is&lt;br /&gt;key. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read&lt;br /&gt;and take as their basis of experience. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being&lt;br /&gt;whipped. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it&lt;br /&gt;and is spazzing inside. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys&lt;br /&gt;rarely say that. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Please come and listen to me."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 37. Guys don't really have final decisions.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen&lt;br /&gt;that often, so when it does, you know something's up. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when&lt;br /&gt;you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely&lt;br /&gt;thinking something. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*41. Guys like femininity not feebleness. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too&lt;br /&gt;much. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a&lt;br /&gt;day. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn&lt;br /&gt;to admit it *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*51. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he&lt;br /&gt;represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all true, don't deny it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3499301557400577095?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3499301557400577095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3499301557400577095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3499301557400577095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3499301557400577095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiot-vs-girls.html' title='The Idiot VS. Girls.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6621869111191588049</id><published>2007-05-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:02:55.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog going private.</title><content type='html'>The reason behind my sudden and drastic move is because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS READ MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack of the elderly with technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6621869111191588049?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6621869111191588049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6621869111191588049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6621869111191588049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6621869111191588049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-blog-going-private.html' title='My blog going private.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4715250377296239218</id><published>2007-05-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:42:32.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a blink of an eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refer to post below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the year before the 3 lost their lives. Imagine the dreams they had, like their future husband, or how many kids they would have, or maybe their ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death doesn't warn before it appears in a blink of an eye. It may come so suddenly, that you are forced to realise, what have you actually done in this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you saved anothers life?&lt;br /&gt;Have you made your parents proud?&lt;br /&gt;Have you badmouthed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been loyal to God?&lt;br /&gt;Have you done things that aren't right in the eyes of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help putting myself in their shoes. Getting up one day, gone in the next. They didn't get the chance to tell their loved ones how much they loved them, or probably had a crush on this guy and always wanted to tell him? It's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile, and adding to that, temporary. If I close my eyes tonight, and did not wake up tommorrow, I know I'll never be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4715250377296239218?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4715250377296239218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4715250377296239218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4715250377296239218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4715250377296239218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In a blink of an eye.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6934024254090752601</id><published>2007-05-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:09:12.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless your souls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its sad to say that 3 friends of mine, although they don't know me personally, have returned to God, due to a fatal car crash this past Tuesday at 2.30a.m. Although I didn't know them personally, I feel sorry and sad for their families and relatives and friends as they have to cope with the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three beautiful girls, all gone in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Three beautiful girls, which so much to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Three beautiful girls, who God loved more than us could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, do not forget that life is precious. Never take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;As a driver myself, who always speeds, I hereby swear, for the sake of my loved ones, I shall not speed. I love you guys, too much to make you suffer losing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagdeep, and the three girls, Easwari, Rashween, and Kosheila, our prayers are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to read on this more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/Wednesday/Nasional/20070501224449/Article"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita Harian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2007&amp;dt=0502&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;amp;pg=dn_08.htm"&gt;Utusan Melayu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Wednesday/National/20070502083420/Article/index_html"&gt;NST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rambling-angel.blogspot.com"&gt;Totally Bedazzled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless your souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6934024254090752601?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6934024254090752601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6934024254090752601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6934024254090752601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6934024254090752601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-bless-your-souls.html' title='God bless your souls.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2663986844461429048</id><published>2007-04-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:10:04.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjSKRXLQZDI/AAAAAAAAALw/sFQqhckgdEY/s1600-h/Image1052+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058820312327545906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjSKRXLQZDI/AAAAAAAAALw/sFQqhckgdEY/s400/Image1052+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Something is rather exciting about this picture. Can anyone guess what it is?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER IS, MY BIRTDAY IS THE SERIAL NUMBER. 17/7/07!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2663986844461429048?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2663986844461429048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2663986844461429048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2663986844461429048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2663986844461429048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess.html' title='Guess?'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjSKRXLQZDI/AAAAAAAAALw/sFQqhckgdEY/s72-c/Image1052+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5326615194567759932</id><published>2007-04-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:36:13.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay Pramilah pointed out to me three weird, wrong things that I do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I said I liked her cat bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058129930694452210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIWX3LQY_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/f08mXPJtuTQ/s400/cat-in-a-bag_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or like this; *ewwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058129926399484898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIWXnLQY-I/AAAAAAAAALI/6izX6nKQp_8/s400/labeled_bag_PB051079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058129930694452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIWX3LQZAI/AAAAAAAAALY/FA7KmqXTglU/s400/2-Tote-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I watched Mr.World, c'mon lar, I need to know what I'm supposed to be right? Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058131635796468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIX7HLQZBI/AAAAAAAAALg/1-jg4IEy4pc/s400/fc370873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look like him, right? Yeah I know I do, ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. That I read CLEO magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058131635796468770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIX7HLQZCI/AAAAAAAAALo/cdf69cW_-JQ/s400/B00006KX1L_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tantric Sex Tricks? Hmmm..... ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5326615194567759932?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5326615194567759932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5326615194567759932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5326615194567759932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5326615194567759932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/gay-ness.html' title='Gay-ness.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RjIWX3LQY_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/f08mXPJtuTQ/s72-c/cat-in-a-bag_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8101803902577706302</id><published>2007-04-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:25:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessionals Sound Plug - My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Wish - Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;and each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;if it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More then anything, more then anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,&lt;br /&gt;to your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more then you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;all the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;and you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;and you always give more then you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh More then anything, Yeah, and more then anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,&lt;br /&gt;to your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more then you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8101803902577706302?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8101803902577706302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8101803902577706302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8101803902577706302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8101803902577706302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/dashboard-confessionals-sound-plug-my.html' title='Dashboard Confessionals Sound Plug - My Wish'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5455685453735752726</id><published>2007-04-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:34:45.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag it like you mean it.</title><content type='html'>Darn! Tagged by Pramilah and Prakash! You guys arhh! Double tag me! ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Reasons Why I Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To show the different side of me, not the one you thought you knew, you know, the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;noisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To make friends, heads up to Lydia Kwan! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To let out my feelings; like my stories and my poems and also my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To pass time by, as sometimes I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To do tags like these, ahah, riiggghhttt! *winks at Pramilah and Prakash~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5455685453735752726?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5455685453735752726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5455685453735752726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5455685453735752726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5455685453735752726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/tag-it-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Tag it like you mean it.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4955244481199077222</id><published>2007-04-24T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:15:25.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood of sharing, after all, it is caring.</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of all things good, I would like to ask the readers of this blog, 10 of you, to submit 1-3 words that you really love. With those words, I'll make for you a custom graphic, either for msn or for any thing else, you just name the size. If you like, I'll add pictures that you yourself submit to me. So tell me yar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hamilton - Serendipity; a fortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057009167492774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ri4bC25M-VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/58EQI-6dORs/s400/2sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is mine, but I intentionally put my nick all over it, to prevent people from stealing, ahah! And yes, I did it from scratch, the background is also mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4955244481199077222?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4955244481199077222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4955244481199077222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4955244481199077222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4955244481199077222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-mood-of-sharing-after-all-it-is.html' title='In the mood of sharing, after all, it is caring.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Ri4bC25M-VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/58EQI-6dORs/s72-c/2sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1602274953636324588</id><published>2007-04-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:18:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prestige.</title><content type='html'>I took the cure, for happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was for the best,&lt;br /&gt;But help me, I'm in such a mess,&lt;br /&gt;God, is this really a test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart that longs,&lt;br /&gt;The mind, body and spirit follows,&lt;br /&gt;Were you the one standing there all along?&lt;br /&gt;Or may this lead me to the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blind, I do not see,&lt;br /&gt;The world spiralled, but I was in glee,&lt;br /&gt;I am on my knee,&lt;br /&gt;Would you be mine, forever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dream, not too long ago,&lt;br /&gt;You appeared, to make all sorrows go,&lt;br /&gt;In a dream, not too long ago,&lt;br /&gt;You took away everything, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead, one cannot know,&lt;br /&gt;But I am there for you,&lt;br /&gt;You in yellow, made the world mellow,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, and follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been lonely? Lonesome? Feeling that no one is there for you? And that the reality of this world is slowly eating you away?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like it would help if you just dissapeared, died, or vanished? I have, and I know many others have felt or will feel this sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, in a closer specatacle, the truth about this feeling is not as deep as we thought it was. Think, we often are lonely, and we can't do without that person, but hey, does the person deserve your thoughts, and your tears every single time you close your eyes? Is the person really that irreplaceable? See, what is love? What is this void that is unquenchable? If someone loved you, they won't trade you because he/she couldn't wait for you to accept him/her. They would wait, wait, and wait, and when they couldn't wait anymore, they'd continue waiting. That my friend, is true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't see it the first time, it's no biggie, shit happens for the most of us. Pick yourself up where you let go, and move on. I would like to take this opportunity to say this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a partner, and also, every guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be able to date any girl that he loves, as he knows he could and would protect you. So girls, think, maybe the guy ain't that good looking, or maybe he's not your McDreamy (thanks Premila!), but will he sacrifice himself, for you, and most importantly, for the both of you. If he can, congratulations, you have just found a real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man. &lt;/span&gt;I'm saying this is not for the gratification nor the glorification of the male species, as some of them truly do not deserve the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balls. &lt;/span&gt;However, what I am saying is that, girls, trust me on this, don't go after a guy, never go after a guy. Instead, let a guy go after you. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The guy you went after one day might turn on you an say, "I never loved you, you loved me, I just followed through". Male ego, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A guy who goes after you, as I said, loved you for who you are, and wants you to be the very same person he had eyes on since the beginning. He won't want you to change into someone he could hang with. He loves you, and will love you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy who goes after you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;make you happy, as he will suffer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; you. See, when you go after a guy, you'll always ask yourself, does he love me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"His smile, do you think he likes me by smiling?". &lt;/span&gt;But if a guy goes after a girl, he'd be the one asking himself questions, to make YOU happy, and subsequently, himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See girls, treasure the one guy that makes you happy, not the guy you wish would make you happy. Think, trust, and most of all, love. As I said, don't be blinded by false pretences of love with a guy/girl deep down you know you won't be happy with. Don't succumb to loneliness, you know you can help yourself, but how? Your just looking in the wrong places. Open up, they're many people who wish they could make you happy. Let them in, who knows, among them lies the one you've been waiting for all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is imaginary, an abstract being, but the relationship between the two codifies it, and makes it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1602274953636324588?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1602274953636324588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1602274953636324588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1602274953636324588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1602274953636324588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/prestige.html' title='Prestige.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-948786756815863624</id><published>2007-04-21T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:35:28.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessionals Sound Plug: Honey and the Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pelerin47.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJoseph%20Arthur%20-%20Honey%20And%20The%20Moon.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't know why I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't real I would make you up&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow through&lt;br /&gt;I know that your love is true&lt;br /&gt;And deep&lt;br /&gt;As the sea&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still a bet&lt;br /&gt;In love's game&lt;br /&gt;You would call; I'd call you back&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd leave&lt;br /&gt;A message&lt;br /&gt;On your answering machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt;Without&lt;br /&gt;A fight&lt;br /&gt;I think that you came too soon&lt;br /&gt;You're the honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt;That lights&lt;br /&gt;Up my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;br /&gt;We hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me up&lt;br /&gt;All the time I've falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-948786756815863624?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/948786756815863624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=948786756815863624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/948786756815863624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/948786756815863624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/dashboard-confessionals-sound-plug.html' title='Dashboard Confessionals Sound Plug: Honey and the Moon.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6614884978542598600</id><published>2007-04-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:02:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke!</title><content type='html'>I was at SS15 Subang today, and decided to have lunch at McDonald's. As usual, I had no  money *DAMN YOU ASIA CLUB!!* So anyway, I decided to try something cheap, yet filling, so I bought this Everyday Ringgit McSavers, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RieRKW5M-UI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wAvD1qPM200/s1600-h/ss01_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RieRKW5M-UI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wAvD1qPM200/s400/ss01_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055168713876896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried their Country Grilled Chicken Burger, and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FRIGGING LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It filled my heart with love and kindness that I bought one for Daniel and another for me as well. GOD DAMN IT ROCKS MY SOCKS! The cabbage, the mayo, the purple-ish thingy, the carrots, oohhh la-la. One word, orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there I was ordering my third burger. The waited gave my order to me, and I proceeded to get some straws. The next customer steps up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day miss, eat in or take-away?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er...eat in."&lt;br /&gt;"What would you like to order miss?"&lt;br /&gt;"I would have the M C Chicken. (SHE ACTUALLY PRONOUNCED IT AS M C, not MAC!)&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"The MC Chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Mac-chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yaya! I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQHAX0RS~! How can they not know what MC stands for after living this world like so long??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6614884978542598600?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6614884978542598600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6614884978542598600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6614884978542598600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6614884978542598600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/joke.html' title='Joke!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RieRKW5M-UI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wAvD1qPM200/s72-c/ss01_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4992438461412563657</id><published>2007-04-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:57:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainless fools? Or fools with brains?</title><content type='html'>Whats with people this days? Can't they just be THEMSELVES??&lt;br /&gt;I know people love sucking up to people with power, but come on, there certainly has to be an extent right? Well, in my case, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say a certain someone named A, didn't like me, and was always picking on me when its NOT even my fault! Okay I know I sound whiny here but, seriously why me? I know I talk alot, yeah sue me for taking up legal studies, but, thats just me. So, this A person complained and contemplated to/with B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing straight, if one person heard an issue someone spoked about, and told someone else, it would be considered spreading rumours and gossipping. What if the WHOLE GOD-DAMNED class heard it? I'm not blaming you C, your a guy with a class of your own, and I honestly respect you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thats what I spoke to B about, what someone had said, which was undeniably heard by everyone in the entire class. Well, half way through the conversation, I realized that B had done the most remorseful thing a person can do! B actually told C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the best part. A + B decided that they should blow matters way out of porpotion, and hence they arranged a meet with me and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Mr.C would like to see you at sharp 12 today,"&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, which Mr.C?"&lt;br /&gt;    "The only Mr.C!"&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, ohkay, where and what time?"&lt;br /&gt;    "12, at level 3A."&lt;br /&gt;    "Whats it about?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, nothing. I also dunno,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLADY HELL LIAR! You so scared to lose respect is it you homosexual nincompoop? If you wanna arrange a meet, at least be professional about it. You got some nerve acting like some faggot ass angel, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heck, I went up to 3A, to find that C was not there. Fine, I gave my details to the person in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, comes A knocking on my class door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Have you met C yet?"&lt;br /&gt;   "Nop, C wasn't there when I went to see C."&lt;br /&gt;   "Follow me now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as if that this mofo,  really wanted to put me in a stitch. And mind you, it 'so happen' that A still doesn't know why C wanted to see me. You ball-less freak of nature. What world do we live in, where people masquarade with false pretenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed A to C, and my, was C 'glad' to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bombarded with tonnes of questions that I came to realize that this is it. This was the moment, this was the time I was going to die. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began explaining that I DID not spread rumours about him, and why would I? Don't I have better things to do? Thank God for a friend who I called in to save my day, and yes he is a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.C was EXTREMELY professional about it after the explaination, and my word, there and then, I have never gave respect, this much respect to someone who I just knew 10 minutes ago. Mr.C and I began talking like friends for about an hour, and he was totally cool about the matter, and said that it was all just a big misunderstanding. The best part was, he complemented me on several qualities he saw that I had. Mr.C, as I said, your a man with a class of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, A + B, you double headed duo, you should learn to think before you act, and my oh my, what foolish garbage you are, and you have lost the entirity of the little respect I had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much uplifting notion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Toby and I had THE foos game of the week; by trashing people 7-2; snake after snake after snake plus impressive defense shots. Good times good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) FREE RED-BULL-S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I became close to someone with real power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta'raa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4992438461412563657?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4992438461412563657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4992438461412563657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4992438461412563657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4992438461412563657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/brainless-fools-or-fools-with-brains.html' title='Brainless fools? Or fools with brains?'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-9161192194957007722</id><published>2007-04-16T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:43:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine!</title><content type='html'>Recently I realized that outta the 370 songs in my iPod, 300 of them are really down right EMO songs! I was shocked at this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, every song your gonna listen next, puts you into the sappy lovey duvey mood.&lt;br /&gt;For instance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sway - Bic Runga &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fchroniquesoubliees.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBic%20Runga%20-%20Sway.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let Me Love You - Mario Winans&lt;br /&gt;3. I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;4. To Her, With Love - Kara's Flowers/Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;5. Wherever You Will Go - The Calling&lt;br /&gt;6. The list goes on to 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is up with me man? I am fine emotionally tho, but I think I can say that I'm going through what they call, The Emotional Fool period =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Matey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-9161192194957007722?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/9161192194957007722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=9161192194957007722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9161192194957007722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9161192194957007722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4698297559287814546</id><published>2007-04-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:00:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito Ergo Sum, El Amore.</title><content type='html'>A essay I have been writing for some time now, its not complete, here's an introduction people =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I love you,” I uttered softly into her ears, that were fashioned with the very earrings I had bought for her last Valentines.&lt;br /&gt; It was a windy night; a night very much like the romantic nights portrayed in numerous Hollywood romance flicks. The stars were out, and it gave a rather bright Monday night. I walked closely behind her; my hand on her hips, as we headed to the car.&lt;br /&gt; The night felt perfect. An evening movie, followed by a scrumptious dinner at the café, and now, shiny stars to gaze upon. Thank you God, thank you. Cheryl’s face was not gleaming with life as it was a year ago. I remember Valentines 2006, the wits and brawn of a teenager carefully and meticulously preparing everything to make it a night to remember for his special someone; from the  preparation of the Valentines card to carefully selecting the fine dining restaurant, and from picking out only the freshest flowers from the lot at Gladys, and to selecting the right scent of perfume to impress her. Things were funny and yet memorable those days. I cared nothing more than a rats ass for the world, and gave the lump sum of my life to her, to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4698297559287814546?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4698297559287814546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4698297559287814546&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4698297559287814546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4698297559287814546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/cogito-ergo-sum-el-amore.html' title='Cogito Ergo Sum, El Amore.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-628066880017436197</id><published>2007-04-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:39:15.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Weeks been really really rough, by far the roughest week I've had.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'd like to thank Michelle, and pinknerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your support, I wouldn't have made it this far. Thanks, from the deepest corners of my heart. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took care of me, when others used me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-628066880017436197?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/628066880017436197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=628066880017436197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/628066880017436197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/628066880017436197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3764386034747200860</id><published>2007-04-10T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:23:17.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do YOU know the authentic me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/219782"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/219782/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3764386034747200860?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3764386034747200860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3764386034747200860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3764386034747200860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3764386034747200860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-well-do-you-know-authentic-me.html' title='How well do YOU know the authentic me?'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2584409714912386370</id><published>2007-04-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:36:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL!</title><content type='html'>Ok I know it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancer Evo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rhe6L5w2PsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SKhyeCVgNJk/s1600-h/Image1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rhe6L5w2PsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SKhyeCVgNJk/s400/Image1045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050710220766330562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sucks more than words can describe, ahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2584409714912386370?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2584409714912386370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2584409714912386370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2584409714912386370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2584409714912386370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title='LoL!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rhe6L5w2PsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SKhyeCVgNJk/s72-c/Image1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5840476338740389991</id><published>2007-04-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:26:51.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a liar in denial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate you, and no I don't hate a female, its a male. I hate your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5840476338740389991?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5840476338740389991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5840476338740389991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5840476338740389991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5840476338740389991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-liar-in-denial.html' title='You&apos;re a liar in denial.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-6241803440152519778</id><published>2007-04-05T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:39:04.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;*Caution, emo-ness ahead.*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be invisible at times, to rather be alone than to be acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could die, to earn the coup de grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could relive some experiences, to go back in time, just to relive the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time, to take the roads I had not taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be holier, to be closer to God, to really know the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have never been born at times, as sometimes reality gets the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could somehow vanish, without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could change parts of myself that I know needs changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make certain people dissapear from my life, to end my suffering and torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could gain, without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop the world, stop time, for us, me and you, to share the entire planet, to finally say I could give you the world, and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make sex cease to exist, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be more appreciated, to actually be trusted and to have someone confide in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have real good friends that shared every single emotion that I felt, not people who come and go, but friends who actually stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could, most of all, be in love with you, and you in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-6241803440152519778?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/6241803440152519778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=6241803440152519778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6241803440152519778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/6241803440152519778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-i-could.html' title='I wish I could.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8172215157692112321</id><published>2007-04-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:48:26.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choong Wai this is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/20/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Movies/screens/dentist.jpg" width=275 height=200 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Allen has been so into Phua Chu Kang; I found this joke the other day. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phua Chu Kang ( PCK ) explaining sex to&lt;br /&gt;Chu Beng's son, Aloysius ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is making love so&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable ?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Aiyah, ah boy, enjoyable becaws,&lt;br /&gt;same like when you dig your nose&lt;br /&gt;with your finger mah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Do you think women enjoy sex&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;than men?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Of course woman lah ! When you&lt;br /&gt;dig&lt;br /&gt;dig your nose, your nose feel&lt;br /&gt;better than your finger, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why do women hate it when they&lt;br /&gt;get raped ?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Ai-yah ! Say, you walk along the&lt;br /&gt;load(road),den someone come over&lt;br /&gt;and dig your nose, you like or&lt;br /&gt;not ? Ehhh ? Don't pray pray ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is it a woman cannot have&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;when she is having her menses?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Oy !! If your nose bleeding, you&lt;br /&gt;still go and dig meh?? Siow ah !Use&lt;br /&gt;your Blain(brain), use your&lt;br /&gt;blainnn ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is it most men don't like&lt;br /&gt;wearing condoms when they are making&lt;br /&gt;love?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Ehhhh, when you dig your nose ah,&lt;br /&gt;you like to dig with a glove&lt;br /&gt;on your finger or not ? Not&lt;br /&gt;the same shiok feeling mah. Corlight&lt;br /&gt;(correct) or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is making love carried out&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;private ?&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Ah boyyyyy, use your blain, use&lt;br /&gt;your blainnnnn . you go and dig your&lt;br /&gt;nose in flont of your whole&lt;br /&gt;class izit ?? Stupid lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Wah ...... Uncle Chu Kang, you&lt;br /&gt;are very good.&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Aiyah ...... best in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;JB, and some say Batam also ah !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8172215157692112321?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8172215157692112321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8172215157692112321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8172215157692112321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8172215157692112321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/choong-wai-this-is-for-you.html' title='Choong Wai this is for you!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8821336221358777148</id><published>2007-04-03T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:20:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain letters, horoscopes and such.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Ok first and foremost, disregard my nick in MSN! Yeah, I know it looks angry, heh, but thats who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I HATE CHAIN LETTERS! I don't get it. A norm friend will usually wish you luck, but hey, currently, most friends are QUICKLY passing on chain letters to avoid bad luck at them? Which friend passes bad luck at their friends thru email la? Jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only all chain letters were like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RhHHua0ok8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IP6e7aLvL70/s1600-h/g69296kaufk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RhHHua0ok8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IP6e7aLvL70/s400/g69296kaufk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049036257547031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, been going through some horoscopes thingy, and I must say, some of them are kinda true, SOME! Posted some up in case you guys feel like having a go at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a B2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date describes you!&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends. Below, is an Italian&lt;br /&gt;horoscope and you can find a lot about&lt;br /&gt;youself just by searching your own&lt;br /&gt;identity in the Italian way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have to do is to find your&lt;br /&gt;group with the help of your date of&lt;br /&gt;birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01,06,11,16,21,26,31&lt;br /&gt;A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02,07,12,17,22,27&lt;br /&gt;B2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03,08,13,18,23,28&lt;br /&gt;C3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04,09,14,19,24,29&lt;br /&gt;D4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05,10,15,20,25,30&lt;br /&gt;E5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group A1 You consider love as&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful thing and you love&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;fall in love, but a number of your&lt;br /&gt;group&lt;br /&gt;members think that the person they love&lt;br /&gt;is not sincere with them. You love to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;with your friends and you are always&lt;br /&gt;found to be a dutiful friend. You can&lt;br /&gt;hardly control your patients, which is&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;very big drawback of your nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Person who is ruling your&lt;br /&gt;mind &amp; heart these days is perfect for&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group B2 Your dreams and&lt;br /&gt;ambitions are much important for you&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;you can do everything to fulfill your&lt;br /&gt;dreams. Love is much valuable in your&lt;br /&gt;life but you always search for someone&lt;br /&gt;perfect. You hardly trust someone. Your&lt;br /&gt;friends are really important for you&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;normally you hide a lot from them. You&lt;br /&gt;are a deep thinker you always study the&lt;br /&gt;negative view as well as positive.&lt;br /&gt;You can lead a happy life with a&lt;br /&gt;person for whom you care a lot these&lt;br /&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group C3 You always prefer&lt;br /&gt;mantel decisions more then emotional&lt;br /&gt;ones due to this you don't have a&lt;br /&gt;limited number of friends. You consider&lt;br /&gt;life a very beautiful gift and you love&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy its colors. There are a number&lt;br /&gt;of peoples who are your ideals and you&lt;br /&gt;loved to spend a big part of your time&lt;br /&gt;with them. You are found to be a very&lt;br /&gt;sincere lover.. You have a perfect&lt;br /&gt;control on your emotions but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;your decisions really effect your&lt;br /&gt;beloveds.&lt;br /&gt;The person who has just appeared&lt;br /&gt;in your mind and you has decided to&lt;br /&gt;forward this mail especially to him/her&lt;br /&gt;is your real and special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group D4 Your always have goals&lt;br /&gt;to achieve and you can do everything to&lt;br /&gt;fulfill the dreams of those who loves&lt;br /&gt;you. You have a sketch of an ideal in&lt;br /&gt;your mind and you always search for&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;personality. Your friends means a lot&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;you and you can do everything for the&lt;br /&gt;sake of your friend, you a normally&lt;br /&gt;found to be an emotional personality.&lt;br /&gt;You have a very less control on your&lt;br /&gt;patients and due to this sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;over react.&lt;br /&gt;The one who sent you this mail &amp;&lt;br /&gt;the one to whom you will send this mail&lt;br /&gt;first are your real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group E5 You are found to be a&lt;br /&gt;person who loves to love. You prefer&lt;br /&gt;emotional decision more then mantel&lt;br /&gt;decisions. You consider life just to&lt;br /&gt;enjoy; you are the one who is perfect&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;call FLURTIES. You love to increase the&lt;br /&gt;list of your friends and beloved???s.&lt;br /&gt;You have a number of dreams but&lt;br /&gt;you never work hard to make your dreams&lt;br /&gt;come true which is the biggest drawback&lt;br /&gt;in your nature you take everything much&lt;br /&gt;lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a Cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are true descriptions of zodiac signs, with traits from a book written 35 years ago by an astrologic predictor. Read your sign, then forward it &lt;br /&gt;on, with your zodiac sign and label on the subject line, This is real&lt;br /&gt;deal, try ignoring it, and the first thing you'll notice is having a horrible&lt;br /&gt;day starting tomorrow morning - and it only gets worse from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Predict future. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want. Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Caring. 4&lt;br /&gt;years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the&lt;br /&gt;last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever&lt;br /&gt;wanted. Easy to please. The one and only. 7 years of bad luck if you do not&lt;br /&gt;forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and&lt;br /&gt;sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! however&lt;br /&gt;not the kind of person you wanna mess with ... u might end up crying... 9 years&lt;br /&gt;of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Liar&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent&lt;br /&gt;kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, Addictive. Loud. 16 years of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in&lt;br /&gt;long-term relationships. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your&lt;br /&gt;expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out. 2 years of bad luck&lt;br /&gt;if you do not forward &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - Irresistible&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in the you know&lt;br /&gt;where... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Trustworthy. Always&lt;br /&gt;happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. 9 years of bad luck if&lt;br /&gt;you do not forward &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Lion &lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down&lt;br /&gt;to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 7 years of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Cutie&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very&lt;br /&gt;romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely&lt;br /&gt;random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great telling stories. Not a&lt;br /&gt;Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you&lt;br /&gt;should hold on to. 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last&lt;br /&gt;word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around.Extremely weird but in a good&lt;br /&gt;way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves&lt;br /&gt;to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. 5 years of bad luck if you do not&lt;br /&gt;forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what&lt;br /&gt;he or she wants. Cool. Loves to own Gemini's in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to&lt;br /&gt;joke. Smart. 24 years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight&lt;br /&gt;for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. One of a kind. Not one&lt;br /&gt;to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! 15 years of bad luck if&lt;br /&gt;you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in&lt;br /&gt;long relationships. So much love to give.&lt;br /&gt;Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They&lt;br /&gt;meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! &lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of person you wanna mess with- you might end up crying. 4&lt;br /&gt;years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip from Explosm, it's DARN funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/118/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Movies/screens/signthum.jpg" width=275 height=200 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8821336221358777148?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8821336221358777148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8821336221358777148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8821336221358777148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8821336221358777148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain-letters-horoscopes-and-such.html' title='Chain letters, horoscopes and such.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RhHHua0ok8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IP6e7aLvL70/s72-c/g69296kaufk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-5861958471921984473</id><published>2007-04-01T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:18:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahhah!</title><content type='html'>I never knew Mario Winans and Rihanna were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Mario Winans came up with his song - "I don't wanna know," which tells about his girlfriend having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF6600"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsimo.music.ifrance.com%2Fblog%2Fsounds%2FMario%20Winans%20-%20I%20Don%27t%20Wanna%20Know.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF6600;border:#FF0000;button:#FF9900;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna on the other hand, came up with "Unfaithful," which says she is cheating and she doesn't wanna hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF6600"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fbatteurkevbyzowarez.free.fr%2Fautres%2Fsounds%2FRhianna%20-%20Unfaithfull.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF6600;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0033;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-5861958471921984473?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/5861958471921984473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=5861958471921984473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5861958471921984473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/5861958471921984473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahhah.html' title='Hahhah!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3162051080983997339</id><published>2007-03-30T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:20:58.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Flying (Belly) Man!</title><content type='html'>It was half past 3 in the evening. The air was cold, and had the heavy stench of nicotine. The three Heroes, were on their way back from 7th heaven after practising their shots and forming their strategy on a table with 26 dual coloured men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood beside the exit machine, and Flying Man called for it. It was a subtle and magnificent piece of engineering. The three Heroes waited patiently for the machine to arrive. As soon as in appeared, its silver doors opened to reveal a rather crowded chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was a matter of wheter to wait for the next machine, or to take this crowded one. They chose the latter. They squeezed inside. Flying Man was the last to enter the machine, and he had to stand in front of the the other two heroes, his back facing the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that one of the heroes told the Flying Man not to stand with his back facing the doors. Flying Man nonchalantly replied that it was alright and he had to be a man and also there was no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Flying Man's cape got stuck between the doors of the machine, and it pulled him up like a chicken dangling in a Chicken Rice Shop. Flying Man was injured!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a game of foosball, Dan, I and Toby were heading back to Technical English 2. We called for the elevator, and when it came, it was SUPREMELY crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby entered last into the elevator, and I told him not to stand with his back facing the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bag got stuck between the elevator doors and it pulled him up! LOL! *sorry Toby, but its DAMN FUNNY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was a bruised arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the elders Toby! EHHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3162051080983997339?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3162051080983997339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3162051080983997339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3162051080983997339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3162051080983997339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/incredible-flying-belly-man.html' title='The Incredible Flying (Belly) Man!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2621299959812779002</id><published>2007-03-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:16:21.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to blog!</title><content type='html'>OMG! Im running out of ideas! BLOGGERS BLOCK! OMG OMG! Heh, but anyway,  I've upladed some nice renditions of Picasso's The Three Graces, tell me which you like best! The first pic is the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpuzK0ok2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EywSbE6yUiU/s1600-h/Original+The+Three+Graces+A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpuzK0ok2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EywSbE6yUiU/s400/Original+The+Three+Graces+A5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046968157779563362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpyEa0ok7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/urtcekP-TUk/s1600-h/The+Three+Graces+Significance+Level.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpyEa0ok7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/urtcekP-TUk/s400/The+Three+Graces+Significance+Level.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046971752667190194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rgpxja0ok6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Le1AF0GtWqQ/s1600-h/The+Three+Graces+Red+Glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rgpxja0ok6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Le1AF0GtWqQ/s400/The+Three+Graces+Red+Glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046971185731507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpwRq0ok5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wEvWePKj1Jg/s1600-h/The+Three+Graces+good+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpwRq0ok5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wEvWePKj1Jg/s400/The+Three+Graces+good+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046969781277201298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpvtK0ok4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/iTFDCnpRaJ4/s1600-h/The+Three+Graces+distant+and+blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpvtK0ok4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/iTFDCnpRaJ4/s400/The+Three+Graces+distant+and+blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046969154211976066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpvZq0ok3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iw8EDj6YYKY/s1600-h/The+Three+Graces+Anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpvZq0ok3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iw8EDj6YYKY/s400/The+Three+Graces+Anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046968819204526962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2621299959812779002?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2621299959812779002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2621299959812779002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2621299959812779002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2621299959812779002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-nothing-to-blog.html' title='I have nothing to blog!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RgpuzK0ok2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EywSbE6yUiU/s72-c/Original+The+Three+Graces+A5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-813342210594146575</id><published>2007-03-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:26:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Will continue blogging as soon as I am well. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-813342210594146575?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/813342210594146575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=813342210594146575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/813342210594146575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/813342210594146575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-762336367757799619</id><published>2007-03-22T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:05:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdie!</title><content type='html'>Nerdie! Why are you feasting on my loneliness? ahahah! Okok, heres a love poem for you then, but not aimed at you la! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year again,&lt;br /&gt;The time for us to renew and regain,&lt;br /&gt;Should we abstain?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we remain?&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes remind me of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Of a valley with a deep stream,&lt;br /&gt;You're more than you seem,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Give her wings so that she could fly,&lt;br /&gt;To her, be more than just a guy,&lt;br /&gt;And to her, always try,&lt;br /&gt;Never lie,&lt;br /&gt;As the time for US is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Since you made me drawn,&lt;br /&gt;But between you I'm torn,&lt;br /&gt;Until dusk becomes dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-762336367757799619?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/762336367757799619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=762336367757799619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/762336367757799619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/762336367757799619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/nerdie.html' title='Nerdie!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7229575635273828153</id><published>2007-03-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:01:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Halleluyah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is an emo post and entirely fictional and was not meant to hurt anyone, I swear. Readers beware, may cause nausea and the usual lovey-dovey emotions in a instant. This post is for your reading pleasure, please do NOT copy nor redistribute it. I wrote this with every feeling that echoes in my empty heart. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I could write it better than you ever felt it," Fall Out Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood in front of me, eyes fastened on my already motionless pupils. My eyes, my mind, my thoughts, everything, was for her, and for her only. There was never a moment in my life that I stood agape, wondering if things were for the better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was fresh, nevertheless cumbersome for a guy like me. 19 years I have lived, and not once, had I ever felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; lonely. Imagine that, a guy like me, to have no one to live for, no one to share my experiences with, no one to be there by my side, no one to call my own. I had to choose between sorrow, and happyness; I chose the latter. However, attaining happiness is no childs play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining my inner strength and the hope, the will, and the superficial soul, the one that I never had to begin with; I entered the labor-force for the first time. It all started like a veil of uncertainty covering a empty plain; with no remorse nor a shadow of doubt. Days passed on; every single day eating time like it were ants on a hill of sugar. I was doing fine. I was doing much better than I was to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I had made a mistake to think this was how it was going to be till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seing her clad in her own unique sense of style, made me wonder, is she really all that? Does she not care about the people around her, the ever looking eyes of evil and deception? Of deceit, dillemma and perils? Somehow I envied her, heavenly and yet down to earth as she may seem, she was warm. The warmth of a woman I had hungered for so long. The tender, soft-spokenness of an angel. I wanted her more. I wanted her to cure the scars, the pain, and the void that has left me insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her, I needed her, I had to have her, I couldn't live without her, I couldn't breathe without her, I just couldn't do without her, although I couldn't have her, nor I didn't have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we exchanged words would mark a long but memorable lapse of time. A bright sunny day to commemorate this happy meet. Halleluyah, I would hum, if I had the second chance to relive that day. It was meant to be that we began becoming more and more drawn to each other. I wanted to spend every day, every second, every tear, laugh, and pain with her; to become her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks passed, this time, slower than I had anticipated. Somehow, I treasured life, and all it had to offer, in greater depths than I used to. Was this feeling love? The burning sensation that I felt every time I took a breath? Is this image burned in my heart really her? Is this what Romeo and Juliet died for? I was ready to do the same, for her, and for everything she believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her more than life itself. Every day I'd look at my cellphone, waiting for a hint, or rather an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;, to show that she really did believe in me, in us, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; us. It was special what we had, we believed in us, with every single cell of blood flowing in our every vein and arteries. Unique in a sense that I know knew someone breathes for me, and I for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word reminded me of her. Every single time I opened my eyes, there she stood, with her calming, soothing aura than I reckon was the end to all pain. There was nothing compared to having her close by, to have held her hand, to have her sit next to me, her delicate skin against my coarse, rough beast-like hand.And from having her sleep next to me, to watch her calm face that made everything worthwhile; to having her lay on my chest, to hear the heart that beats and pumps blood into my veins for her; to holding her in my arms, as wished time would just freeze and shatter all inanimate existence, except ours. Imagine being in total solitude, but having just one more soul around and in you, forever yours. Imagine being lonely, just the two of us, in a crowded room. Imagine not living for anyone else, but just for us, and for us alone. Imagine not caring for anything other than the significant other. Imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heaven, 7th heaven as I would say. But my words weighed no more than a grain of unworthy sand on a beach. In this unforgiving world, only what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they  &lt;/span&gt;say carried weight, and they said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All good things must come to an end&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It ended as soon as it begun. As fast as wild fire spread across numerous dried and withered trees. Somehow, it just wasn't meant to be. Feelings, yet again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; say, comes easy, and goes hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories. Halleluyah, I'll have to carry on without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7229575635273828153?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7229575635273828153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7229575635273828153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7229575635273828153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7229575635273828153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/hum-halleluyah.html' title='Hum Halleluyah.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7414099825959064269</id><published>2007-03-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:09:14.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've taken it up again.</title><content type='html'>14 in a day, 2 boxes in two days.&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;I already started making my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7414099825959064269?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7414099825959064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7414099825959064269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7414099825959064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7414099825959064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-taken-it-up-again.html' title='I&apos;ve taken it up again.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3718899498956953251</id><published>2007-03-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:08:18.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality.</title><content type='html'>I took this test after going thru Prakash's blog. I find it VERY MUCH true, but not AMAZINGLY true tho.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfgcYYVJMjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iW1ErWAHRd4/s1600-h/traits.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfgcYYVJMjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iW1ErWAHRd4/s400/traits.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041810988014842418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait Snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;craves attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, likes large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, likes to make fun, hates to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfgcYIVJMiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/15-dKeO6eQ0/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfgcYIVJMiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/15-dKeO6eQ0/s400/we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041810983719875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my guitar suddenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3718899498956953251?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3718899498956953251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3718899498956953251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/personality.html' title='Personality.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfgcYYVJMjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iW1ErWAHRd4/s72-c/traits.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2923156133243999457</id><published>2007-03-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:42:11.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Albums Of My Life.</title><content type='html'>What do both the albums above have in common?&lt;br /&gt;The represent my life, the pain, the anguish, the happyness, and the anger.&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended =). God, I sound like a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have both the albums, and here are the track listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maroon 5 - Songs about Jane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Jane is Adam Levine's ex, thats what I heard.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfbCsYVJMhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5iViRJ1WE8o/s1600-h/B00006879E.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfbCsYVJMhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5iViRJ1WE8o/s320/B00006879E.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041430900589015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harder to Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. This Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. She Will Be Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Tangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Sun&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;9. Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Through With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Not Coming Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Sweetest Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry - Daughtry  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*what a neat album name*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rfa5BYVJMfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r1e7nCfp3Kk/s1600-h/03e3793509a0fb3f88731110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/Rfa5BYVJMfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r1e7nCfp3Kk/s320/03e3793509a0fb3f88731110.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041420266249990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. It's Not Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Used To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Over You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Crashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Feels Like Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What I Want (featuring Slash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;9. Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. There And Back Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. All These Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What About Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the songs here that are in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt; are A-rated. Try them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2923156133243999457?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2923156133243999457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2923156133243999457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2923156133243999457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2923156133243999457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-both-albums-above-have-in.html' title='Best Albums Of My Life.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfbCsYVJMhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5iViRJ1WE8o/s72-c/B00006879E.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7441971878354987155</id><published>2007-03-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:28:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March the 12th.</title><content type='html'>It's been damn long since I met you, OMG you look SO differrent. You've grown into a fine, refined young lady haven't you? God I miss you. It was nice meeting you today, even though it was for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun seeing, that you were only an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infatuation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; you more, 8388.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7441971878354987155?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7441971878354987155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7441971878354987155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7441971878354987155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7441971878354987155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-12th.html' title='March the 12th.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1351678233789237264</id><published>2007-03-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:09:28.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premi's 19!</title><content type='html'>Well 7th of March was Pramilah's birthday, but I TOTALLY forgot! OMG I'm so sorry Premi! Your SO kind hearted to have invited me to the party! Thanks! A shoutout to Renu on her birthday as well which was on the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we had a small gathering in TGIF Subang. The place was CROWDED! But it was well worth the time la. Premi, we had a great time talking on the way there eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from that memorable day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The 3 SAM sufferers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLYrYVJMRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NMiDkHSUG7A/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLYrYVJMRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NMiDkHSUG7A/s320/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040329172758114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, and WE ARE EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLYroVJMSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iyd-87EWq0Y/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLYroVJMSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iyd-87EWq0Y/s320/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040329177053081890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Prakash checking out his teeth on the camera screen. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLX5YVJMPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AvfjHxBpk1M/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLX5YVJMPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AvfjHxBpk1M/s320/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040328313764655346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mudsliders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLX54VJMQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mRz3hRXLzH0/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLX54VJMQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mRz3hRXLzH0/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040328322354589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I spy with my own eye, PRAKASH's white teeth! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLXJIVJMOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HWmkIgnZ7BQ/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLXJIVJMOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HWmkIgnZ7BQ/s320/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040327484835967202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. I love this pic man! We look like celebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLZT4VJMTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/enGMk_7PxLM/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLZT4VJMTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/enGMk_7PxLM/s320/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040329868542816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Am I angry or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLZUYVJMUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S4gvme0esrs/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLZUYVJMUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S4gvme0esrs/s320/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040329877132751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Premi being asked to stand on a chair and speak her mind. When do people get that opportunity these days eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLbU4VJMXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hjWVjFjtg_0/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLbU4VJMXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hjWVjFjtg_0/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040332084745941362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Omigosh, TIMBER! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLaXIVJMVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/h8pluSFcid4/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLaXIVJMVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/h8pluSFcid4/s320/118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040331023889019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. The politician in Premi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLaXYVJMWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e3b4eabFWG4/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLaXYVJMWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e3b4eabFWG4/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040331028183986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Out, out, brief candle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLbVIVJMYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VYqrI0irrAM/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLbVIVJMYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VYqrI0irrAM/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040332089040908674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TGIF Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLb5IVJMZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hgTxudLlgDE/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLb5IVJMZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hgTxudLlgDE/s320/125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040332707516199314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. TGIF Crew with Premi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLb5YVJMaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_5MUjllz9rs/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLb5YVJMaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_5MUjllz9rs/s320/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040332711811166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Premi and her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLdSoVJMbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/durwHi5Nl3c/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLdSoVJMbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/durwHi5Nl3c/s320/129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040334245114491314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Group pic. Clockwise from left; Prakash, me, Sanjay, Ash, Dhalini, Premi, Ashwini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLdTIVJMcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ocVUY9mEwF8/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLdTIVJMcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ocVUY9mEwF8/s320/130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040334253704425922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Three muskeeter-ees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLeRYVJMdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mr8_MOq7OUI/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLeRYVJMdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mr8_MOq7OUI/s320/132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040335323151282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15. Charlie' Devils. Lol, 'Charlie' looks constipated. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLeRoVJMeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-UABy1IPg2Y/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLeRoVJMeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-UABy1IPg2Y/s320/134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040335327446249954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1351678233789237264?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1351678233789237264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1351678233789237264&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1351678233789237264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1351678233789237264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/premis-19.html' title='Premi&apos;s 19!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfLYrYVJMRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NMiDkHSUG7A/s72-c/112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1843764986326193206</id><published>2007-03-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:46:37.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vins 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Pics from that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chiew Hoe(Sasuke) and me, ahaha. Check out my eyes man, sleepyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAb1wQJHjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yJ8_MAh-7o/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAb1wQJHjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yJ8_MAh-7o/s320/DSC00720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039558593327210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember this pic guys? Haha, good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAgTwQJHpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/139jGmZ_gvo/s1600-h/P3310040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAgTwQJHpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/139jGmZ_gvo/s320/P3310040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039563506769796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAdYwQJHkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Fejl5DB15s/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAdYwQJHkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Fejl5DB15s/s320/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560294134259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vast differences between the two pics huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kevin Tan - Vin's boyfriend, suprising her with a cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAdvAQJHlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GmLs4SM6YuI/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAdvAQJHlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GmLs4SM6YuI/s320/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560676386348626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Check out Vins smile. Super happy! Hahaha, but then I didnt take this pic, VK did, so sorry bout the half head Vin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAe8AQJHnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PRW9jiC4WHs/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAe8AQJHnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PRW9jiC4WHs/s320/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039561999236275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAemQQJHmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wFIksaXTTtE/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAemQQJHmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wFIksaXTTtE/s320/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039561625574121058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Group pic. *check out Alvin, he's hiding!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAfZwQJHoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dvL7xEGxLj8/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAfZwQJHoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dvL7xEGxLj8/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039562510337384066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1843764986326193206?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1843764986326193206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1843764986326193206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1843764986326193206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1843764986326193206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/vins-18th-birthday.html' title='Vins 18th Birthday'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMKdeEyoLtQ/RfAb1wQJHjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yJ8_MAh-7o/s72-c/DSC00720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-646563263031185643</id><published>2007-03-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:32:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessionals SoundPlug: Over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry's Over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I couldn't get the song file for this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally gettin’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;(End Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say,&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;br /&gt;A lot of other’s opened up&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;(End Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time agooo&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-646563263031185643?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/646563263031185643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=646563263031185643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/646563263031185643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/646563263031185643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/dashboard-confessionals-soundplug-over.html' title='Dashboard Confessionals SoundPlug: Over you'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2293290931656130969</id><published>2007-03-06T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:59:55.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ck off, to love.</title><content type='html'>This is my first time using foul language/profanity in my blog, and its dedicated to the feeling we all know oh-so well, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck off pain, you cause every part of me to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck off you f*cking life, I hate being me.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck off everything that I believed in.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck off believing, trusting and having faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You f*cking love life, get the f*ck behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Get away you cursed, wretched feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do without your f*cking influence in my f*cking life.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the use having you, when all you return is this f*cking pain?&lt;br /&gt;Pure love given, tainted dark, f*cked up love returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, f*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck the f*cking you.&lt;br /&gt;Your nothing more than a bloody f*cked up Cupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2293290931656130969?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2293290931656130969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-8044563635791207840</id><published>2007-03-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:37:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;These are the rules&lt;/u&gt;: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianyee and lydia tagged me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. I love to sleep! Yeah I know I'm lazy larh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;2. I can EASILY fall in love, but I find it hard to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;3. Hmm, I love and hate 'love'. Its like, when your in love, you love love to bits, and when you decided not to love, you don't love love anymore. Get it? Wahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;4. I actually HATE to blog. But sometimes I use this site to get this off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;5. I love self-pity. It's become a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;6. I'm ALWAYS used, and I mean ALWAYS used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I am gonna tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- allen tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- pinknerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- prax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- pramilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- toby  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;- xewei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-8044563635791207840?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/8044563635791207840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=8044563635791207840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8044563635791207840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/8044563635791207840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-7157903311918534082</id><published>2007-03-02T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:22:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Earl!</title><content type='html'>Earl-ku over at &lt;a href="http://www.kukujiao.com"&gt;kukujiao.com&lt;/a&gt; was kind enough to hook me up with this complementary email!&lt;br /&gt;So now on, any emails regarding this blog would be directed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ihaveabig@kukujiao.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihaveabig@kukujiao.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-7157903311918534082?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/7157903311918534082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=7157903311918534082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7157903311918534082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/7157903311918534082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-earl.html' title='Thanks Earl!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-3213892809588620005</id><published>2007-03-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:40:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'll grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time will come,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get over you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I don't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-3213892809588620005?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/3213892809588620005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=3213892809588620005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3213892809588620005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/3213892809588620005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe.html' title='Maybe.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-1075935464107032434</id><published>2007-02-27T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:47:12.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessionals Soundplug: What Goes Around Comes Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9933" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnessdu75016.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F06%20Justin%20Timberlake%20-%20What%20Goes%20Around......Comes%20Around%20Interlude%20-%20www.torrentazos.com.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9933;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake's What Goes Around Comes Around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around &lt;br /&gt;should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it (no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around &lt;br /&gt;(should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Comes Around interlude:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;You should've listened to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice song, kinda fits my mood, but I dislike the interlude part tho, kinda hurting. =) enjoy~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-1075935464107032434?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/1075935464107032434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=1075935464107032434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1075935464107032434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/1075935464107032434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/02/dashboard-confessionals-soundplug-what.html' title='Dashboard Confessionals Soundplug: What Goes Around Comes Around.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-231659498325558401</id><published>2007-02-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:48:02.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reply To A Tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SCHOOL CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Talked back to a teacher. *made her cry actually, that she left never wanting to teach us again*&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been kicked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had your tooth fall out at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken the dress code in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Completely failed a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Left class without asking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed a whole week of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been beat up at school. *if you mean beat up somebody, then yes!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your parents a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[   ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cook dinner once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Are loud and obnoxious at home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wear pyjamas when you are not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sleep in very long.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you do is watch television.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] your family makes you cry alot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't stand being with yourparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have known a friend your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your friends are all taller than you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been ditched by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have memorized a friends phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;[x]you love most of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You bite your nails.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cannot sleep with the door open.&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is at least one sound you cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are good at telling lies *DEFINETLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You currently like someone. *love that person, actually, but it's sad.*&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You want to kill one of your exes.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You can stay commited for an unusually long time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gfeasily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called youself-centered before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.*durh!*&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gay marriage is fine by you. *if u mean gay as in lesbian, then yeah! they shud have 3some marriages too*&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys make better friends than girls do.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The beach is an excellent place for a date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is an ugly color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needles aren't so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have plenty of secrets. *nah, im an open book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a nail fall off.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slapped someone across the face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[x] You have worn something inside outfor a whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3 PEOPLE TO TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, too emo to think or tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-231659498325558401?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/231659498325558401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=231659498325558401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/231659498325558401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/231659498325558401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/02/reply-to-tag.html' title='A Reply To A Tag.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-2693001988450839756</id><published>2007-02-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:04:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need cash!</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to get a laptop for ages now! My desktop is SO troublesome and SO outdated already! Like, my USB doesnt work all of a sudden..damn sad larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been saving up for a laptop, and I've already seen all the specs out there and I carefully selected a few custom mods to the build.&lt;br /&gt;Once I get my laptop, I'd be photoshopping like M to the A to the D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the specs, any comments appreciated! :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel(R) Core(TM)2 Duo Processor T7200    2GHz, 4MB Cache, 667 MHz FSB&lt;br /&gt;Genuine Windows Vista(TM) Home Premium 32 bit (English)&lt;br /&gt;1 ExpressCard Slot, (DOES NOT SUPPORT PCMCIA CARDS)&lt;br /&gt;Artic Silver with Alpine White accents on a black base&lt;br /&gt;Internal 87 Keys Keyboard (English)&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Stereo Sound with Subwoofer&lt;br /&gt;90W Primary AC Adapter (110V/220V)  &lt;br /&gt;Integrated 10/100 Fast Ethernet    Intel(R) 945 Chipset Family  &lt;br /&gt;17" UltraSharp(TM) Wide Screen XGA+ TFT Display: 1440x900  &lt;br /&gt;2048MB (2 X 1024MB) 667MHz DDR2 SDRAM  &lt;br /&gt;200GB SATA 4200RPM Hard Drive  &lt;br /&gt;Internal 8X DVD+/-RW Combination Drive with dual layer write capabilities&lt;br /&gt;Intel(R) PRO/Wireless 3945 Dual Band 802.11a/g 54Mbps Wireless Mini Card  &lt;br /&gt;256MB NVIDIA(R) GeForce(R) Go 7900 GS  &lt;br /&gt;6-Cell 53Whr Lithium Ion Primary Battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM7070.00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets check the piggy bank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM11.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-2693001988450839756?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/2693001988450839756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=2693001988450839756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2693001988450839756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/2693001988450839756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-cash.html' title='I need cash!'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-9091758152718321085</id><published>2007-02-25T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:35:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New place, new beginning.</title><content type='html'>I got this new place to play in.&lt;br /&gt;Its a church in Bandar Puteri, Klang.&lt;br /&gt;Do come down if your in that area kay?&lt;br /&gt;The place is called Grace Bandar Puteri.&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;Cizo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-9091758152718321085?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/9091758152718321085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=9091758152718321085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9091758152718321085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/9091758152718321085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-place-new-beginning.html' title='New place, new beginning.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001916.post-4461270157291616134</id><published>2007-02-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:58:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never try.</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my whole life, I've come to realise that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, name 1 guy/girl who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Came to my house frequently in the last 1 month, or 1 week. Heck, all of my friends don't even know where I live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Called me for a gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Called me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Hit on the same girl as me, you know, woo the same girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Never backbited/gossiped about me, wheter backstabbing, or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; frontstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Never heard of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frontstabbing?  &lt;/span&gt;I coined this term after my previous "best-friend" cheated on me, and told me. Irony? I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Stood up for me in times of need or trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on actually, but I'm too disgusted to even think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta'raa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21001916-4461270157291616134?l=languageofalover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/feeds/4461270157291616134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21001916&amp;postID=4461270157291616134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4461270157291616134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21001916/posts/default/4461270157291616134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://languageofalover.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-try.html' title='Never try.'/><author><name>thelover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000603253398660156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/6841/148796037b0d1da2b7fmoe9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
