<?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-2784932236751217514</id><updated>2012-02-03T18:54:49.542-08:00</updated><category term='happenings in my life'/><category term='a glimpse into my mind'/><title type='text'>Dark Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>Insanity at it's greatest moment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2768753111626837869</id><published>2011-04-12T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:36:15.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a glimpse into my mind'/><title type='text'>A thing to agree with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or disagree, in which case you can leave a comment or you can do that if you agree too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions; love them or hate them? They might be confusing and occasionally cause us to say things that make us appear dumb (not that we aren’t) but I definitely find them fascinating. I’m drawn to contradictions like I’m drawn to irony (not that I don’t think they’re related). A very good example would be today, when my teacher had read out a poem and one of the lines was ‘deep feelings in my heart’. The poem was a sad one, of a woman who was forced to leave her lover and never see him again, but my teacher had ‘skilfully’ managed to make it sound emotionless if not a little joyful. As if the woman had just went for a vacation and will see her lover in a matter of days. One significant thought roamed my mind, “Deep feelings in your heart? What heart?” It was a contradiction and irony that she, who hadn’t the sympathy for anyone to say that. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, contradictions. It doesn’t make the world go round. Heck, not even love makes the world go round, despite how everyone sings about it. It’s some force that can probably be explained by science but since I’m no scientist we won’t be going there today. Of course, I know that it’s just a matter of speech and nobody literally thinks that love makes the world rotate around its axis or travel around the sun. Humans just work that way I guess, we like to say things we don’t literally mean, however not all of them are classified as lies. We are excused from saying “OMG. My finger hurts like shit” and it’s not a lie although shit has no nerves and can feel no pain because everyone knows that it’s just a matter of speech. However, you can’t say “I didn’t break the vase,” even though you were the one to break it and pass it off as a matter of speech. Well duh, we know that but there are people out there who need to know things literally like people with Asperger’s Syndrome. So even the meaning of ‘lie’ which is to speak something that is not true is a contradiction because although feeling like shit is untrue, it’s not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it’s completely safe to say everything contradicts itself because humans think so. I don’t think it’s because we’re smart, we just like to complicate things just like in the dramas? Why? I don’t know because every reason and explanation I can come up with tends to contradict themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I feel now (As I had been writing this, I toyed with the table lamp cause I was taking a rest and was thinking how to continue and I tend to get distracted easily by stuff. I accidentally dropped the light bulb and it broke) I feel guilty but at the same time my natural instinct started defending myself even as my mum stormed up to lecture me on how clumsy I am, I felt less guilty and at the same time very. So that’s sort of a contradiction too. And don’t get me started on love and hate. (Which I won’t because I have to go now, have tuition later DX) Thus concluding today’s a glimpse into my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2768753111626837869?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2768753111626837869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/thing-to-agree-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2768753111626837869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2768753111626837869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/thing-to-agree-with.html' title='A thing to agree with...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5118783915224494544</id><published>2011-04-07T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:37:01.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings in my life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I just published the previous post a minute ago but I feel like talking to nobody in general again. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been rather busy since January. And now it feels like I have to  recap on what I had done before I lose myself in the stuff I have to do  soon. And as a somewhat diary entry I can read years after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the biggest accomplishment I had made in January was  starting an Art Club in our school. Yes, our school didn't have one  until this year. Sad right? All we used to have was a Handicraft club  which was only open to the form 1,2 and 3. Running around advertising  and getting people to sign the I-will-join-this-club-list was tiring but  so worth it when I found out the club was actually turning out quite  nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the principal made our club official I was SKY HIGH! WOOT! So  far, we had a Valentine day (which our school calls Friendship Day) sale  selling mainly origami roses which was naturally a success. (let me be  proud of my own club) Since then we had done normal club activities like  going on a trip to a handicraft exhibition, painting, and making paper  clay models. However, a bad news came with the good news. Although the new club formed, our Diobolo club was disbanded... Because our new principal thought it wasn't a real club DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmWODASILQ/TZ2rSeTtFoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/n1f668VE7Bs/s1600/Origami%2BRoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmWODASILQ/TZ2rSeTtFoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/n1f668VE7Bs/s400/Origami%2BRoses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592814646125729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next big thing I remember happening was my birthday. Which was  when I bought myself my Aino XD LOVE IT!!! I know it's a old model and  all but I still love it! Of course, I want to thank every single one who  had bought/made me a present, wished me happy birthday and woke me up  at 12 am to tell me I'm 17 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3u0v7Tw1ji4/TZ2sAZk9_HI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ja23DI_IjLw/s1600/Aino_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3u0v7Tw1ji4/TZ2sAZk9_HI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ja23DI_IjLw/s320/Aino_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592815435129945202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's mostly been homework and studies and exams (correct me if I'm  wrong) Form 5 is a tiring tiring year. Now, with Sports day coming up  I've had to work with Gymrama (dunno how to explain what that is, we  just form formations using humans and do easy moves.) and I'll probably  post a video after Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5118783915224494544?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5118783915224494544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-i-just-published-previous-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5118783915224494544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5118783915224494544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-i-just-published-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmWODASILQ/TZ2rSeTtFoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/n1f668VE7Bs/s72-c/Origami%2BRoses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3169267955025029654</id><published>2011-04-07T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:44:43.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a glimpse into my mind'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry darling blog T.T</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything since Sep last year. I can't really say I was busy since i had a whole month and a week or two of holidays. Thinking back I hadn't really done anything during the holidays. My manga is still incomplete :c hadn't touched my blog and it's not like i lazed around. I kept having to run around with my sis and mum to do stuff, went to Hong Kong for a week (maybe I'll write bout that later but there's nothing much to say) and truthfully I just didn't have the mood to write or draw much (sadly my inspiration only comes abundantly at certain times). Though I did game a lot. PS3!!! Woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I starting to blog again? Maybe i feel obliged to do it cause I don't want to abandon this blog; not that I think I have to write for the readers. Some people think that Bloggers blog for their readers' pleasures. It's not that way for me. I can't explain it properly but I think blogging helps me arrange my thoughts and shout out random things I don't go randomly telling people. And trust me, my mind is a messy messy place. Heck, I can even argue with myself and hold debates inside that crowded messy place i call my mind. (shoves needless thoughts aside). Ok, back to the point. Oh great, I don't even know what my point was... my thoughts had ran off too far. I am also hoping blogging can help me put my thoughts and imaginations into words better cause I have always been the  visualize-in-my-head type and I find it hard to put the exact thought or imaginations into words.&lt;br /&gt;When I blog I feel satisfied that I voiced my mind and sorta cleared away the non-important and important thoughts. Which I can't really do when I'm writing an essay cause nobody wants to know what the little people in my head are debating about. Now, they're debating on whether anyone cares about all these things cause I feel like I'm writing a factual essay on why I should continue blogging XP&lt;br /&gt;And since I mentioned it. I hate writing factual essays cause they're just so boring compared to writing narratives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. After the word narratives, I actually moved my laptop to my comfort and the plug came off and the whole screen just went blank. Just switched it on again and the post is still here. Phew, yay to auto save. And now I really don't know what to write anymore cause my thought got cut midway and now my mind is settled again, nothing creating any chain reactions anymore. So yea... I guess I'll just stop and post this now. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3169267955025029654?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3169267955025029654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sorry-darling-blog-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3169267955025029654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3169267955025029654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sorry-darling-blog-tt.html' title='I&apos;m sorry darling blog T.T'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2807957126685735380</id><published>2010-09-25T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:47:40.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeter than candy bitter than envy</title><content type='html'>Yes then no then yes then no then yes then no. These many times i was given what i want and ripped from it. Each time it left a wound that was just starting to close then ripped raw again. The joy and excitement was something so sweet and so fulfilling that words can't describe it then the pain and dissapointment equally as strong. A student exchange trip to Japan. Something I've wanted since as long as i can remember....&lt;br /&gt;Surely it wouldn't be that hard to get. In fact it really wouldn't be that painful if the first no was the final no. But the number of yes and no are so chokingly painful and now I'm really wishing that a yes would appear again but i know it's hopeless. Sometimes I wish I could just use every way i know to get what i want but I know how much that'll be asking from my parents who have already given that much. and all my feelings are so conflicted...&lt;br /&gt;Being selfish or selfless is such a difficult choice. And having to fake a smile to keep them comforted even if I'm ripped apart inside is so difficult. But how can i let them know just how sad they've made me when everything i own and have was a gift from them... Please, give me a miracle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2807957126685735380?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2807957126685735380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweeter-than-candy-bitter-than-envy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2807957126685735380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2807957126685735380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweeter-than-candy-bitter-than-envy.html' title='sweeter than candy bitter than envy'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1587358320808653053</id><published>2010-09-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:01:34.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days when</title><content type='html'>I feel like crap, have a massive headache, feel like puking, need to sleep eventhough I spent 12 hours on it already, can't move my head cause i sprained my neck while sleeping last night, dunno wat to do and have mind to snap at anyone who talks to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1587358320808653053?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1587358320808653053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-one-of-those-days-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1587358320808653053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1587358320808653053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-one-of-those-days-when.html' title='Just one of those days when'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7069856762317559618</id><published>2010-08-25T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T03:47:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE IT</title><content type='html'>Well, actually I can, but that doesn't mean I'm happy with it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the things to do.... WHY SHUT DOWN ONEMANGA?!?!?! I mean I can pretty much guess why, but I'm sure you know why I'm asking that question in such a manner. Where else am I going to read manga online? And soon, they'll close all the other websites too T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that day i noticed they took Skip Beat off MangaFox. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, soon MangaFox will close too. I mean OneManga and MangaFox aren't the only available websites but if they can close down two, they can close down ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can BUY the Mangas but.... but.... but.... THEY ONLY HAVE SKIP BEAT IN ENGLISH!!! And we all know how freaking expensive English mangas are!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emo-ing-&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/THT0msc_QfI/AAAAAAAAAww/AkQhnInMSk0/s1600/57547119kr6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/THT0msc_QfI/AAAAAAAAAww/AkQhnInMSk0/s200/57547119kr6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509297189785911794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7069856762317559618?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7069856762317559618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-believe-it_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7069856762317559618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7069856762317559618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-believe-it_25.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE IT'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/THT0msc_QfI/AAAAAAAAAww/AkQhnInMSk0/s72-c/57547119kr6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8765983375586857742</id><published>2010-08-08T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T03:54:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing pops bad mood better than shopping</title><content type='html'>:3&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mum today. Bought 2 awesome new dresses and a new scarf. XD&lt;br /&gt;They are so freaking awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-8765983375586857742?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8765983375586857742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-pops-bad-mood-better-than.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8765983375586857742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8765983375586857742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-pops-bad-mood-better-than.html' title='Nothing pops bad mood better than shopping'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1263432467732952361</id><published>2010-07-25T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:23:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TExHhqArkeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LZV26nVUDyo/s1600/WhiteAnimeGirl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497847888650932706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TExHhqArkeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LZV26nVUDyo/s320/WhiteAnimeGirl1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The blue so beautiful that calms my heart... Take my pain and anger and turn it into nothing. I'm tired of revenge and I'm tired of fighting. Give me strength to just walk away. because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm giving up. It's okay if I'm throwing away all my past efforts. It's okay if I have been treated like an idiot, a fool, a tool... I'm too tired to fight. They turn against me because I'm an easy target or rather because I was the odd one out. They don't realise how much I've done and even if they do, they will not give a damn. They'll just smirk and say, "HA! She's the one who wanted to do it. We didn't force her. I could have done better!"&lt;br /&gt;Really? If you can, why didn't you. Why leave me all those work that took me hours? I feel like a fool, perhaps I am one. Spending all those hours and efforts doing something that you people find amusing that I should seek credit for.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to run... I want to fight back. Yet fighting back requires me to throw away my old self. To put on layers of masks and bury myself. Something I'll rather die than do... I'm just so messed up now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1263432467732952361?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1263432467732952361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/07/messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1263432467732952361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1263432467732952361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/07/messed-up.html' title='Messed up'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TExHhqArkeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LZV26nVUDyo/s72-c/WhiteAnimeGirl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-710554914263697566</id><published>2010-06-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:50:55.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Ever heard of unisex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TA0PsZvDEFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pB2t_-wYTRM/s1600/nike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480053577076641874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TA0PsZvDEFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pB2t_-wYTRM/s320/nike.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just awesome &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. To be frank. It's men wear. YES! Men wear!&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair how the men get all the cool designs while I can't have a completely fitting shoe that I like without having to wear a pair of thick socks along with them! Nike's designs are awesome! But usually my eyes are caught by the designs for MEN! Geez! I can't even hav my own pair of basketball shoes cause the smallest size is 7 =.=&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it wasn't so... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still bought those shoes cause seriously I love them! So blue.... and super light and flexible! The perfect running shoes. But well they are a little to big for me.... Not without socks so Please consider unisex shoes okay? Please Nike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-710554914263697566?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/710554914263697566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-ever-heard-of-unisex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/710554914263697566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/710554914263697566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-ever-heard-of-unisex.html' title='Hello? Ever heard of unisex?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TA0PsZvDEFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pB2t_-wYTRM/s72-c/nike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4198099386717209446</id><published>2010-06-06T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:06:34.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVE!!! (isotonic :P)</title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER!!! Like a rock thrown off my shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxgDsFmakI/AAAAAAAAAvA/W9Z1x6AWYTU/s1600/Monday,+7+June,+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860463093574210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxgDsFmakI/AAAAAAAAAvA/W9Z1x6AWYTU/s320/Monday,+7+June,+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to laze around like Osaka and Konata and Yui :3&lt;br /&gt;Queens of laze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhkF7ICrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/adoyvi7MdtM/s1600/azumanga_osaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479862119296404146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhkF7ICrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/adoyvi7MdtM/s200/azumanga_osaka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhjlGBymI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NcYoDMTUBr8/s1600/konata-donate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479862110483761762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhjlGBymI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NcYoDMTUBr8/s200/konata-donate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhjVSdYuI/AAAAAAAAAvI/8txVhlpANUE/s1600/k-on_01_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479862106240934626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxhjVSdYuI/AAAAAAAAAvI/8txVhlpANUE/s200/k-on_01_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4198099386717209446?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4198099386717209446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/06/revive-isotonic-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4198099386717209446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4198099386717209446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/06/revive-isotonic-p.html' title='REVIVE!!! (isotonic :P)'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/TAxgDsFmakI/AAAAAAAAAvA/W9Z1x6AWYTU/s72-c/Monday,+7+June,+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6366871137200131577</id><published>2010-05-01T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:37:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering and pain</title><content type='html'>You can't feel pain, if pain's all you ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel lonely, if you've always been by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel sad, without ever feeling joy.&lt;br /&gt;You can't cry, if you've never laughed.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hate, if you've never loved.&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose anything , if you've never cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9xFL6HU1pI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7YiP6OpEz68/s1600/67ccd473a82a603ceb1ac168b0a3055a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466320118601799314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9xFL6HU1pI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7YiP6OpEz68/s400/67ccd473a82a603ceb1ac168b0a3055a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are placed on earth to suffer and suffer and suffer then die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're destined to be hit with problems after problems after problems till we are broken down, then we are pieced back together so we may be broken down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to atone for our sins which only gets heavier and heavier because every living moment we are sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We polute earth, we ruin lives, we create conflict, we are sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given hope, joy, love, kindness so we can feel despair, grief, hatred and cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying our life is miserable, it's just how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may choose to let all these haunt you or you may live life to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, be warned. Time is ticking and our exsistence is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around us. What have we done? At the end of the day, we realise all these pain that life brings have been our own mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity? It doesn't only cover morality, because when you look carefully, humans are more bad than good. We might be able to feel compasion, but only if it is convenient for us. We help others because it does not trouble us yet can boost our image. We only see us, what's good for the human race? Save earth because if you don't you suffer. Pollution will bring extintion to humans. Humans Humans Humans. All these are bullshit. So what if the humans manage to save the environment from pollution or global warming? Humans started it in the first place. And you know what? We're all going to die, because we deserve to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live all you want but keep in mind and heart, we will all die one day. Human race will extint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you start complaining about life and you want to blame something, blame yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6366871137200131577?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6366871137200131577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/suffering-and-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6366871137200131577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6366871137200131577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/suffering-and-pain.html' title='Suffering and pain'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9xFL6HU1pI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7YiP6OpEz68/s72-c/67ccd473a82a603ceb1ac168b0a3055a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4578344013401482857</id><published>2010-04-30T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:06:30.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hope is a thing with feathers&lt;br /&gt;That perches in the soul;&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune without words&lt;br /&gt;And never stops at all."&lt;br /&gt;-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9r55qZi95I/AAAAAAAAAuo/IS5HIYSrJC0/s1600/hope_by_alloya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465955866796816274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9r55qZi95I/AAAAAAAAAuo/IS5HIYSrJC0/s400/hope_by_alloya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too bad my hope is being locked in a small cage and although I hear it singing from a far away place, I can't reach it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I look to it, I want it, I believe in it. So what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When have i become so weak and helpless? Since when have I started giving up before a fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I've always been like that. But i ask myself what have i to fear? What can I possibly lose that is important to me? My friends? No, they will stay by me if they truely are my friends. My pride? My dignity? Maybe. My standing? Surely. But is my standing important among people who do not bother to see the real me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another wise person once said: "surround yourself only with people who can bring you up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only life was so simple. If only it doesn't dump you at a place where people weren't so good for you. They say it's not my right to be involved. Maybe. I helped with something that was none of my business? I don't think so. If helping in something because I care makes it none of my business then why should people donate to the poor and needy? I'm not saying you guys are poor and needy but I care. No matter what you guys say of course I care. I was one of the first person to join the one who've been in almost every performance, the one who's never absent unless I'm sick in the hospital. Who are you to judge me? You who have only joined because it is convenient for you. You who help only when you want to. You who do it cause you look good doing it. You say you can't believe I don't trust you? Well give me something that you've done that has earned my trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, this post is really confusing... Well, so am I, so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4578344013401482857?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4578344013401482857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-cant-feel-pain-if-pains-all-youve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4578344013401482857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4578344013401482857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-cant-feel-pain-if-pains-all-youve.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S9r55qZi95I/AAAAAAAAAuo/IS5HIYSrJC0/s72-c/hope_by_alloya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5983483291285772404</id><published>2010-04-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:52:21.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cameron Highlands' Resort named Cemeron Highlands Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8r519K696I/AAAAAAAAAug/CNtr_uUA1CE/s1600/CHR_landing01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461452203488901026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8r519K696I/AAAAAAAAAug/CNtr_uUA1CE/s400/CHR_landing01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome 5 star resort equipped with a spa, library, gym, dining room, wi-fi area, boutique, snooker table, grand ballroom, excellent service, great food, soft pillows and sturdy beds, Cameron Highland Resort is the place for you XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. It wasn't all that great :3 The only reason we spent so much money on a 5 star resort is because it wasn't our money XD my dad's company paid for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you might know, I spent the weekends at Cameron Highlands and it was relaxing (despite the fact that I had to do my homework there) and like every trip I have to the mountains, I rolled down the window of the car and let the wind make a bird nest outta my hair :3 It was fun. I dozed off with my head beside the open window and wind on my face sometimes awaken by the occasional pasing lorries and smell of diesel x_x Man, the road was so narrow everytime one of those pass by I felt like i can stick my finger out and never see it again. Bye bye finger. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cemeron Highlands, not so cool anymore and I mean it. I didn't even had to use my jacket. Even at night or when it rains. I mean, one would expect the mountains to be cold right? Well Cameron Highlands wasn't. I even saw someone in a TANK TOP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GLOBAL WARMING D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it was still cooling... it makes one wonder... how much longer is our time on Earth? Will we be killed off anytime soon? Killed by the results of our own actions. Will we die by natural disasters or diseases or maybe even because of heat strokes? Will our generations survive to see our grandchildren? Or will we die before our children hav children or maybe even before we have children....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll just have to wait and see. When it does happen and I have the feeling it will, we only have ourselves to blame...&lt;/div&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/2784932236751217514-5983483291285772404?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5983483291285772404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/cameron-highlands-resort-named-cemeron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5983483291285772404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5983483291285772404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/cameron-highlands-resort-named-cemeron.html' title='A Cameron Highlands&apos; Resort named Cemeron Highlands Resort'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8r519K696I/AAAAAAAAAug/CNtr_uUA1CE/s72-c/CHR_landing01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1103079215712789325</id><published>2010-04-11T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:39:28.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive, Forget and Move on~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8G4hxJlu4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zJOQKDBF21k/s1600/snapshot20080406153617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458847113618504578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8G4hxJlu4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zJOQKDBF21k/s400/snapshot20080406153617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moping is over (well this time's one is at least). So I'm leaping forward and leaving all my troubles behind. Away with you low self-esteem, away with you self pity and resentment, away with you the constant nagging of pain and betrayel. I'm going to leap forward and hope for the best XD&lt;br /&gt;Much better than moping about anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1103079215712789325?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1103079215712789325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive-forget-and-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1103079215712789325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1103079215712789325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive-forget-and-move-on.html' title='Forgive, Forget and Move on~'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S8G4hxJlu4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zJOQKDBF21k/s72-c/snapshot20080406153617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4533703617357670250</id><published>2010-04-08T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:43:17.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakugoga shitekudasai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S73A5pj15rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qaPqVyvnfHM/s1600/snow-storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457730420084172466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S73A5pj15rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qaPqVyvnfHM/s400/snow-storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we have been faced with all kinds of problem. Not only me, I've got a feeling almost everyone has had a hard time. Be it dealing with stress of entering form 4 (refering to people in form 4), people relationship, physical injuries, health problems and well... you know, the bad stuff. But I know we'll get pass it XD Well, at least I'm doing so... You know I find it odd how although i'm seriously unlucky (or clumsy) this year I still find it not as sad and painful as some other times while I was still reasonably lucky. Maybe I've just been too distracted by all the stuff I have to do, be it homework, gymrama work, Chinese Yoyo performance(got that over with) or other minor stuff (in which case I'm grateful that i'm busy doing them). Or maybe I've just matured... Heh heh, doubt so. A~ny~ways~ lets just all fight and not look back. Although sometimes the more you ignore the bad things the more they happen :s, lets just do it for the sake of forgeting the bad things that have (or might come to be). Deal with it and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Maketakunaishi, naketakunaishi. Warakutaikara~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to lose, don't want to cry. I just want to keep laughing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4533703617357670250?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4533703617357670250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-year-we-have-been-faced-with-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4533703617357670250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4533703617357670250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-year-we-have-been-faced-with-all.html' title='Kakugoga shitekudasai'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S73A5pj15rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qaPqVyvnfHM/s72-c/snow-storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5347401087143852053</id><published>2010-04-01T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:50:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yare yare....</title><content type='html'>Osu minasan. I'm here to rant again! What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S7SHqY4e-AI/AAAAAAAAAuA/zF826XVmk10/s1600/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455134210956130306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S7SHqY4e-AI/AAAAAAAAAuA/zF826XVmk10/s200/DSC00416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Da!!! I sprained my ankle!!! Wow! Isn't this year just so~ lucky? Full of all sorts of problems. How delightful!!! And isn't the ribbon pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "What is it this time?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5347401087143852053?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5347401087143852053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/yare-yare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5347401087143852053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5347401087143852053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/04/yare-yare.html' title='Yare yare....'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/S7SHqY4e-AI/AAAAAAAAAuA/zF826XVmk10/s72-c/DSC00416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6135799686810932561</id><published>2010-03-02T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:31:09.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To remember? or To forget?</title><content type='html'>This year's birthday, as many of you know, wasn't all cake and presents. Instead it involved high fever and swelling eyes. Regardless I still want to thank all of you for throwing me a party.... That I wasn't there to enjoy T.T&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I didn't even get to eat the cake....&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY GUYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Since I got admitted into the hospital on Friday morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE ADVICE TO YOU! HATE MOSQUITOES! HATE THEM WITH INTENSITY! IN FACT!!! GO TAKE A MOSQUITO SPRAY AND ATTACK THEM!!!! SPRAY THOSE PESTY DENGUE BRINGING CREATURES TO THEIR DEATH! AFTER SPRAYING STEP ON THEM TO MAKE SURE THEY DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;That or you just may end up like me... with dengue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This four days I spent in the hospital was.... terrible in an awful level... I mean, sure i'll get over it but I can guarantee that nobody wants to end up like me. In fact, when i look down on my hole infested arm I feel chilled down to my spine. Holes from the many times I was pricked, or rather stabbed with needles. You know, a few of these holes even proved to be fruitless and for nothing at all since they missed my vein and they had to pull out the needle and stab me again. And there were a few times they did get to my vein but couldn't draw out my blood. Actually, one of my nurses even said that they damaged my vein which didn't fail to frighten the daylights out of me. Why there never was a day there that I didn't curse my incredibly small veins especially when they were trying to connect a drip to the back of my palm. They failed with my left hand and had to move on to my right hand causing huge waves of unwanted extra pain. Thus making life more inconvenient for me since I can't hold chopsticks with my left hand (my free hand) The drip was... not likable.... It pumped 'fluids' into my system night and day, eventually my whole hand swell and became numb. The hole left in that particular spot seems especially big and makes me feel especially uncomfortable. Well, enough with the needles... Makes me feel uncanny. By the way, do not count on hospital television to keep you entertained... The only thing I could really watch was Disney Channel which in my opinion... Is getting really dumb. Don't believe me? Come on! Who wants to watch "Upin and Ipin" or "Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go!" Sigh.... I'm sorry... Just don't really like them, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, even I.C.U. which i was transfered to for a night had somethin better to watch. They got me monitored with the screens and all. I had 5 devices stuck to me (not including the drip) and they had my heart rate and all those monitored. In fact, I find staring at the screen better than watching cartoons like that since even if i wigggle my finger it shows on screen that i moved. Cool, though the fact that I was sent to I.C.U isn't. They did it since my platelets fell to 20 (very low even for a dengue patient) So they sent me to monitor in I.C.U for a night where they draw blood from me every 6 hours T^T&lt;br /&gt;I never really feared death cause I know it's not somethin that can be avoided. But when I felt like I was going to recover soon yet the doctor came in and tell me I'm in a dangerous level. I mean of course she won't say "Hey! There's that chance you might go into coma or die." but I knew it. And at that moment... I was scared to die. I never feared death but i fear dying. Doesn't make sense? Perhaps. Anyways, I'm glad to be at home now. Safe and recovering. As old school as this sound. I feel as if I had been saved by my Bodhisattva Regarder of the Cries of the World or also known as Kuan Ying Pu Sa. Yea, yea I'm awfully religious. But leave me be. I'm me the way I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed by,&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6135799686810932561?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6135799686810932561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-remember-or-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6135799686810932561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6135799686810932561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-remember-or-to-forget.html' title='To remember? or To forget?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5210958444805390991</id><published>2010-02-24T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:31:47.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Memorable" Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sigh.... This year's birthday is... hard to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night as my fever just got higher and higher. When 12 stroke and my birthday came my fever was already at 38.5 degree. When it got to 39.7 I could no longer fall asleep and felt as if my head was going to crack open soon. It was clear that if it got to 42 I shud be sent to a hospital so i called my mum. Who worked her magic and my fever instantly got better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I still went to see a doctor since my fever got worst again and i received a really special birthday present (an injection) and i felt much more better.... Until i realised I was allergic to the medicine in the injection and my eyes started to swell, tear and itch really badly (at least i know roughly how i wud look like if i had single eye lids ^^') Anyhow I still try to keep a positive attitude and I want to thank all of my friends for their concern and I'm sorry I cudn't make it to school today DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me fast recovery cause I want to be well soon and back at school by tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5210958444805390991?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5210958444805390991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5210958444805390991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorable-birthday.html' title='&quot;Memorable&quot; Birthday'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8172556011702405604</id><published>2010-02-20T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:01:36.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurushi</title><content type='html'>It's crazy to feel pain over someone who had given up on you at your time of need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel like the one suffering from this whole thing when it wasn't even my fault to begin with... Why am I stuck with this loyalty that chokes me and burns me inside out when she seems to have fun with her life... Why AM i still loyal to a person like that? Why do i still have faith in her when I'm not even sure she still cares if she's still my friend? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is ever so simple but at the same time the most complicating reason in it's own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we think too different. Where as I need a secure friendship that i can forever cling to and be able to give and receive anytime (my mistake for being too expectant and perhaps needy) she needs a stress free, low maintainance friendship where her position is secured but she doesn't need to do anything for that person and have fun while that person is stupid enough to still hold on to that friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I might be wrong about her. But as she once said I know her well. And I know that her concern for me is slowly dissappearing under the new friends and low maintainance relationship she has newly discovered or found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my best friend&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel stupid. How i used to guard that title... It's just a title. Sure it's able to somewhat describe how important someone was in my life. But what's the point. They always dissappoint.&lt;br /&gt;What's with them and dissappointing me? Is my expectation too high? Maybe it is. But after all the crappy stuff I've done for you don't I deserve a little more? Don't I deserve not to be thrown aside again and again when you've gotten tired of me? I'm sick of it all. Why bother being loyal? Why try my best to help you when you're in trouble? Why listen to your trouble? Why wish you happiness? Why bother trying to understand you? YOU ALWAYS end up tired of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear **** (rewritten)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, I walk out and there you are. You turn around with that goofy smile, your hands waving ever so hard, it's a wonder they don't fall off. You run towards me, accusing me of my tardiness trying to fake anger with your smile as wide as ever. With your hands around mine you drag me along, simply talking about everything and whatever. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without you seeing, I smile at you. You cry at every little thing you find touching. You squel at everthing you find cute. You laugh at the smallest jokes that I find totally lame, but I laugh along due to your contagious laughter. You were there with me at times i get so fustrated I would just sit there doing nothing. You get cranky under pressure and would cry when you didn't know what to do. You jump to hasty conclusions and whenever you have a problem your solution was always to talk about it. You had a tendency to make me wait and get me late for stuff. You hated how i made you feel guilty when I got angry at you. You hated how I was treating you unfairly. You hated how I made you feel like you were inferior. You hated how i was "making you choose". But do you know that I hated how YOU made me feel guilty for getting angry at you. I hated how YOU treated me unfaily. I hated how YOU made me feel jealous over all the things you took granted for. I hated how you seem to challenge my pride everytime I forgive you. But maybe the problem was that I was always the one getting angry and forgiving you. And finally, I hated how You make me feel like I lost someone important by not grabbing onto in when the one who let go seems to be you... I'm tired of getting upset over you. I'm tired of feeling like the only person on earth who cares so much about a friend. I'm tired of losing all my best friends. I just want one that stays. Guess it was dumb of me to think it was you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You walk, you smile, you talk and you laugh but never have you noticed how bloody annoying you are. You sing the most wierdest songs, you say the most lamest things and you dance the most craziest dances. Yet when the day ends, I'm glad you were there.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I just sit here alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not saying i need you. I just want my annoying best friend back. Too bad she doesn't seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-8172556011702405604?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8172556011702405604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/kurushi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8172556011702405604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8172556011702405604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/kurushi.html' title='Kurushi'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6210181392608682319</id><published>2010-02-14T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:25:46.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths and maybe a few false ;p</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by my couz. You can do it too if you want. Write 100 truth about youself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage : 100 plus&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call : My sis&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: CNY greeting from fren&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to : Shura by Does&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried : Recent but can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: not yet&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated : nope&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it: can't regret doing somethin you've never done before&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: recently-often&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12.Blue&lt;br /&gt;13.Black&lt;br /&gt;14.Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: mmhhmm&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Nope. Got thrown out of it then beaten it up&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: hahaha loads of times&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Well, if you're counting meet as if in saw not first encounter then yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: kinda&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: who cares&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: nope&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: mostly&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: dunno... Patience is present in a very small ammount in me&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets : My fluffy Ryan&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: No... But I wish other people's names wudn't be similiar to mine XD&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Received presents... And had my family forget it until half of the day had passed.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: dunno&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Dragging my tired body to bed&lt;br /&gt;30. ??????????????? (where's 29?)&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Want it to be less stressed&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Rottating Fan&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Eh.... No...? I think....&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Hmm.... Mangafox.... I think&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name : Classified information XP&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: Er... "Dad, son and Husband" (i know. Ironic since I'm a girl), "Haru" (By jap class teacher and frens and online ppl) "Girl from an anime" (Just cause my style is different, though i do like anime) and "Hoshi no Hikari". Yea... shud be all&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: not quite sure &lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: pieces&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: CKS&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: WMS&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?:- &lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black-_-&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: long but not too long&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: eh.... 162.... I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? er... I'd like to crush someone.&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: I wud say Awesome... But I'll stick with no comment&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: Ears&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: Draw by liquid paper one count or not?&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: er... dun think i had one&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: ears -_-&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Dunno... Badminton i think.&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Shud be some seaside in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: Eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. thinking sumthing more simpler than 1+1 = Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: saliva &lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Be done with this and sleep&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: The fan... Haven't u asked this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: Dunno yet&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: Perhaps... Perhaps not...&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Fashion Designer or somethin in commerse(The risky road or the stable one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Kisses but both are fine&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: both ^^' I'm greedy&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms... Though I am not standing for beer bellies&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: 80 to 20&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: depends if he's worth it i guess&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: 40 to 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: no way. bleh... who knows what he/she ate&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: a bit &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: broke them then yes&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: no&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: I think so...&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: by police : Yes(J.K)&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: I think so...&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: Arimasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: Well I am awesome after all&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: I suppose so&lt;br /&gt;88. Love in first sight: Nope&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: dunno&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: sorry, no.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: dunno. what happens happens&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: I like drawing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: no&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: dunno. Probably&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody relationship?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would g0: Dunno... Maybe 3 months back...&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: That day in the cinema in Mid Valley&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Nope. But I don't want to be blinded by it like some people tend to get&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? : Nope. Hey, there weren't any 29 and 30 was a few question marks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6210181392608682319?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6210181392608682319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/truths-and-maybe-few-false-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6210181392608682319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6210181392608682319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/truths-and-maybe-few-false-p.html' title='Truths and maybe a few false ;p'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2062004011737286362</id><published>2010-02-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:43:59.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful story</title><content type='html'>Change Your Thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bed was next to the room's only window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men talked for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days, weeks and months passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. &lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2062004011737286362?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2062004011737286362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/meaningful-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2062004011737286362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2062004011737286362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/meaningful-story.html' title='Meaningful story'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7062197624599032907</id><published>2010-02-14T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:31:40.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agemashite Omedetou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That means happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what I really should say is 新年快樂!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the old 身体健康!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the married and with family 和家平安!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all girls and women (and maybe even some guys) 青春美丽!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the working 恭喜发财!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the studying 学业进步!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the stressed 笑口长开!!!&lt;br /&gt;But what I should wish everyone is 幸福快乐!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I wouldn't mind wishing you people more good things, I don't have the right program for writing chinese and it took me at least half an hour to finish finding those few words online. So Prosperity, Health and Happiness Everyone!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7062197624599032907?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7062197624599032907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/agemashite-omedetou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7062197624599032907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7062197624599032907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/agemashite-omedetou.html' title='Agemashite Omedetou'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-77876636394394274</id><published>2010-02-12T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:02:55.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zetsubou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mou hoshi kunai yo... Kono jinsei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions had been like a rollercoaster ride. Up and down and left and right.&lt;br /&gt;The current is despair though. What ever for, you ask? I feel lost for one. Second, I feel lonely and tired. Third, i feel like I'm whining too much but will probably die if I don't release my stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's humans. Never learning when to stop wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly? What's wrong with you and me? Aren't we suppose to let it go and be friends again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sigh... I know I'm not alone. Friends, family and loved ones surround me... But I can't always be with them. i can't always be distracted by them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you? Lost in your life again? Or letting go of mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need the distraction. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one who understands you the best? I'm someone you don't want to lose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Which is why I'm grateful for C.N.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then where are you? Why do you keep me hanging? Is it that hard for it to be like it was? Can't you just voice your mind for goodness sake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or is there someone to replace me? If you do not need me anymore then just tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something to resolve all the problems even if I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Why keep me hanging on that loyalty? Are you sick of me bickering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ... Then there's the fact that my sister's leaving next Wednesday and she's not even here at home to spend time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;If that's the case then forget it. I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I've wished to travel a little back into the past to smooth out mistakes are countless. But I seldom wish for my current situation to be like the past was. Cause i was always one to look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just come straight out that we're unlikely to be best friends again. And I'll vacate your spot in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I wish for that sense of security I once had. Losing something you never thought you will does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Because I can't just leave something that's bothering me alone unless i resolve it. It's making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless. Here's a list of people I want to thank: My 'wife', 'daughter' and 'mum'. Looi looi (for listenin to my long winded stories and bringing me out today eventhough I was the one who led the directions the whole day. Btw, I miss how you always tend to say things you've said before again and again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've forgiven you. What else do you want from me? Is it because I make you feel guilty? Or you think I'm the one at fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? As much as I hate ranting it cheers me up. Sad but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just bloody voice it out! Cause I'm no mind reader. I've been waiting for you to answer but I guess I'm just not important enough to receive it. Maybe talking's not going to work anymore anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/2784932236751217514-77876636394394274?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/77876636394394274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/zetsubou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/77876636394394274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/77876636394394274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/02/zetsubou.html' title='Zetsubou'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4481864186613606669</id><published>2010-01-20T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:25:49.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsukareta.</title><content type='html'>Two weeks+ of school has come and gone. All I can say is I NEED SOME REST!!! Maybe in a while I'll get used to it. But now I'm freakingly tired.  Then there are people who tell me to go to art stream. Seriously, they're right I SHOULD have chosen art stream. Yet again here I am. About to fall asleep no matter what I'm doing. Somehow I don't really regret choosing science stream. The 'they are right' was just a cry of fustration. Honestly, I think of science stream as a challenge and training for college and work. If I can handle science stream, college will come easier for me. After all I'm planning to at least get to masters before I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if homework is all I have to deal with I'll deal just fine. But it isn't. The closest worry I have is my Chinese Yoyo presentation in 2 days time. Then there's the class notice board that NOBODY even bothers to bring the information for (except for 6 kind souls). Then there's UN day's dance performance... Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Life's like that. Won't get too upset if you don't expect to get any better.... XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4481864186613606669?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4481864186613606669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/01/tsukareta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4481864186613606669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4481864186613606669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/01/tsukareta.html' title='Tsukareta.'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7350408519926064836</id><published>2010-01-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:23:36.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I suppose it was meaningful. Much less enjoyable than 2008 but still better than 2007 I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to feel one who is important to me slowly drift away(Maybe I was the one who pushed her away) and another I had to let go because I had no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I was naive enough to think I can have it my way. It never does happen. No? Of course, not everything had gone bad. Good things happen too, like having 7 A's and getting a PS3 \^.^/ But things never do go good in every way, not for me at least. I wonder if I'm starting to get tired of looking at the bright side and keep going on. But I know if I think about it too much I'll break down again and again. A wound that might never heal. But I don't need or want it to heal. I want it to remember how important this person is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a certain friend (who still hasn't pay me Rm50 to raise her position):&lt;br /&gt;This year was a challenge to us. Don't you think? I guess I was the one who caused most of the problems in the first place. Of course, I also plan to make you take blame for it but I'm the one most at fault. I used to feel sorry that my understanding doesn't mean accepting. I guess I just got sick of everything. Now, I don't even care if the invinsible wall I placed up disappears or not. Why? Because I don't think it matters. You never will understand me anyways. I can try explaining to you again and again, opening my heart to more and more wounds but there's no point. You're not one who has enough of what it takes to understand me. I'm not saying you don't care for me. But maybe we just work too different. I agree that we both had a share of hardships. I tried my best to be there for you. whether I succeeded or not, I don't know. But where were you when I needed you? Sure, you cared. But how much?!?! Just a few sentence of comfort can't save me. You understood how much you hurt. But you couldn't feel how much I did. Your lack of care just placed even more pain on my wound. I bothered and cared so much but where the heck were you? Enjoying yourself no doubt. Maybe you can't notice it because of my mask. But you weren't there. I told you. I told you but you barely bothered. Do you dare deny that your concern for me was just a fleeting thought of surprise and concern? Of course, I might misjudge you. But that hardly matters anymore... You knew how important it was to me. At that time only you knew. You even knew how i felt about it making up for my lost. I thought you would know how it felt to have a hole suddenly dugged into my heart... You should feel really lucky. As a friend, i'll still be there for you because I don't feel like you've betrayed me. But I won't be able to open my heart to you anymore... Honestly, I still want you as a friend but I needed to let that out of my chest. I'm not angry. Just really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 'wife': &lt;br /&gt;You probably won't be reading this. But I want to thank you. For your care and understanding. I know I rely on you too much so you can do the same to me. Thank you for being the existance I can't lose and I'll try my best to stay the existance you won't ever have to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my starlight that gives me light:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what is there I wanted you to know that you don't already know? I love you. and I'm sorry (You probably got tired of my apologies already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010... will it be a better year?&lt;br /&gt;So far I've passed 5 days of it and I don't really have any problems with Chemistry, Add Maths and Biology yet but I'll probably have to take back my words in a few weeks, or maybe just a few days time. After all, physics gave me enough problems already in just one day. I guess I'm pass expecting my life to get better. Hoping however, i'll still do. &lt;br /&gt;So my new year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Not to make my current sadness any greater&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Not to lose anyone close to me&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Doing my best in anything and everything I do&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Never stop hoping.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Learn new things&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Improve my art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first 2 aren't really things I can control. They are more like wishes than resolutions. So everyone, remember to cherish what you have. Don't neglet things that you already have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7350408519926064836?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7350408519926064836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7350408519926064836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7350408519926064836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6028809129826293813</id><published>2009-12-27T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:26:15.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat Yai (not Hatchai XP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;22nd December (Tuesday)- 8pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look up to the moon that occasionally disappears under the clouds then shines through again as the clouds pass, I started thinking. Is it true that the sky is the same no matter where you go. I guess it's technically true. Since there's only one ozone layer, so basically one sky. But I think it's still different, not only the view is different, I guess it also depends on the person looking up at it. Some people see it as a big endless beauty that wraps itself around the earth, some just view it as the sky and nothing else, some view it as a mean to predict the weather. But i suppose I'm the first type. Every time I look at the sky, i feel absorbed into it. I feel like it's a mystery one can never fully solve, but i guess there are many things that were not meant to be solved in the first place. It just reminds me of how insignificant I am and yet I still struggle to live. I suppose it makes me feel stronger even though i have always known how insignificant I am. Ah, finally reaching Ipoh where we'll spend half of night the before going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd December (Wednesday)- 4 am&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 4 am can mess up one's brain. I started saying stupid things like: "I have always wanted to wake up at precisely 4am and wish everybody good morning. Good morning everybody!" Back in the car, i can no longer see the moon. But the shadows of the forest are rather threatening and the dark outlines of the tall mountains on the road side rather scary. Sigh... I agree with my sister when she says she needs to drink something sweet. How I long for an isotonic drink. Oh well, at least I don't have to drive and can sleep the whole way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd December (Wednesday)- 6am&lt;br /&gt;The car starts to vibrate violently and my sister slows down. It went on like that for a while and then suddenly one of the back tyre bursts (At least I think that's the word for it. Because it did not hit anything. Just kinda went pop) Sigh... I guess it was expected. Last night the steering started to go wrong as we were driving to Ipoh and the car kept tilting to the left. Later we went to a tyre shop and the changed the two defective tyres to the back and brought the good ones up front. But the tyres were after all defective so it couldn't bring us as far as the border of Thailand. Luckily for us, my father's friend lived it Sungai Petani so he came and helped us. We then found out that the tyres were actually expired. Sigh... what businessmen are willing to do to earn money. Guess they don't mind risking the lives of 4 innocent paying customers, though technically only one pays and three tags along. Well, at least nobody's harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd December (Wednesday)- 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Finally we managed to get new tyres and can continue our journey. Many thanks to my father's friendly friend, Mr.Teo. My aunt, cousins, niece and nephew were ever so nice to wait for us and we passed the border and finally entered Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th December (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the market after visiting a temple. Didn't buy much the previous day as we were still tired. But we made up for it today. Went to a few shopping malls too. Their shopping malls were much smaller than ours but who can complain when their things are so cheap? Bought a pair of awesome slippers for only RM10 (1oobaht) and a few T-shirts and a short pants. My sister bought a tuner for her guitar which was the only thing she bought that day. My mother bought my dad a slipper and a few pants and bought herself some clothes too. The cosmetics there were good qualitied and cheap. So my mother bought various skin care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th December (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas day. So we went out giving presents to everyone. I recieved a t-shirt from Shaun(nephew 1 year younger than me) and a keychain with Haru on one side and Hui Yi on the other from Mei(niece 3 years younger than me). I guess we behave more like cousins than aunt and niece/nephew. We basicly spent the day free and easy so we just went to the random shops near our hotel. Later that day the girls (My mum, aunt, two cousins, me and my niece) went for manicures. Honestly, their skill wasn't very good but at least they were cheap. Then the ladies (mainly my mother, and two cousins who were almost my mother's age) went to purcase even more skin care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th December(Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Going back to K.L. Honestly, the shopping instinct in me tells me I haven't shopped enough but I still had to go home anyways. I'll definately miss the awesome food there mainly this dish that name I do not know ^^'(also including their Samurai Pork Burger and Cheesy Fries only found in their McDonalds). But I suppose if I don't leave I'll get so fat nobody will recognise me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6028809129826293813?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6028809129826293813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-yai-not-hatchai-xp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6028809129826293813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6028809129826293813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-yai-not-hatchai-xp.html' title='Hat Yai (not Hatchai XP)'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7679203709297952801</id><published>2009-12-21T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:05:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy-OMt0iksI/AAAAAAAAAt4/b0lV17tXjZ4/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417705225859535554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy-OMt0iksI/AAAAAAAAAt4/b0lV17tXjZ4/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Arucard is so damn right. Vampires do NOT sparkle. Love this badge XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, just felt like mentioning that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7679203709297952801?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7679203709297952801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7679203709297952801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7679203709297952801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-say-it.html' title='You say it!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy-OMt0iksI/AAAAAAAAAt4/b0lV17tXjZ4/s72-c/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1889387064208691738</id><published>2009-12-20T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:31:30.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Fiesta Goodies</title><content type='html'>Well, comic fiesta... Except for dressing up and cosplay, one would go there for the MERCHANDISE!!! I tried my best not to buy too much.... But one can't always have a strong self control. So here is the end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEyhV9NI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_VDiLqRuqiY/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417570949263652050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEyhV9NI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_VDiLqRuqiY/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the background is the Entry Booklet. Then there's the cat ears headband, the Mio badge, the Hellsing badge and a free bookmark of a wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEcdRzXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Yr6JZ_jBilo/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417570943341022578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEcdRzXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Yr6JZ_jBilo/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Final Fantasy merchandise of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEKvUq_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/WlztujnSBrA/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417570938584869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEKvUq_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/WlztujnSBrA/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(6).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The F.M.A keychains. Damn cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UDrl7jpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wqtzMMiXGUQ/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417570930223976082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UDrl7jpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wqtzMMiXGUQ/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Gintama Fan art and the 6 bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UDdIcHNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gR1_pOcuxpE/s1600-h/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417570926342184146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UDdIcHNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gR1_pOcuxpE/s400/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And one of my favourites (also the most costly, RM12) Suugo sleeping mask!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I saw this bunny hat i really really liked.... But it was too expensive (RM30) for my taste.... Heh heh, will have to post about the pictures of cosplayers next time... My camera ran out of battery and I can't get the pictures. Hmm... In that case, I might only be able to post around Sunday since I'm heading down (or up) to Hatchai(Thailand) tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1889387064208691738?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1889387064208691738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/comic-fiesta-goodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1889387064208691738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1889387064208691738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/comic-fiesta-goodies.html' title='Comic Fiesta Goodies'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sy8UEyhV9NI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_VDiLqRuqiY/s72-c/Monday,+21+December,+2009+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1097302671053377402</id><published>2009-12-20T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:04:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsukareta!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew. So damn tired after 2 days of Comic Fiesta. Having to make up and dress up is a pain and I'll try to post some pictures soon. Meanwhile, visit my now open shopping blog!!! &lt;a href="http://www.harucollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.harucollection.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Not much stuff yet and it isn't exactly complete but it's already open to the public!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1097302671053377402?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1097302671053377402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/tsukareta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1097302671053377402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1097302671053377402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/tsukareta.html' title='Tsukareta!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6161677119494058223</id><published>2009-12-14T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:38:47.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[Endless Story]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Yuna Ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Sobaniitehoshiiyo tonight (I want you to stay by my side. Tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyo garu kotoni tsukareta no ( I'm tired of pretending to be strong)&lt;br /&gt;Maboroshi sugitano everytime I think about you baby ( I was young everytime i think about you)&lt;br /&gt;Ima nara ieru I miss you ( Now i can tell you I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;It so hard to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba darekano tame janaku anata no tameni (If it's for your sake and nobody else)&lt;br /&gt;Utaitai kono utawo (I want to sing this song)&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai story tsuzuku kono kagayakini (An endless story to this endless brilliance)&lt;br /&gt;Always tsutaetai zutto eien ni (Always, I want to show you. Forever and ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of our time together&lt;br /&gt;Kesanaide kono mama don't go away (Don't erase it, leave it be, don't go away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atatakaku tokedashite tashikameruno (Starting to melt from the warmth, I'll make sure)&lt;br /&gt;Yasashi sano shizuku kono mune nihirogatteku (The kindness slowly spreads though my chest)&lt;br /&gt;Setsunai hodoni I'm missin'you (It pains me so, I'm missing you)&lt;br /&gt;Kasanetate hanasanaide (The hands held so tight, don't release them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba kanaunara mouichido anatano tameni (If this can come true, once more for you)&lt;br /&gt;Utaitai kono utawo (I wish to sing this song)&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai story taemonai itoshisa de ( Endless story, with my endless love)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why oshieteyo zutto eien ni (Tell me why, please tell me why forever and ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoeba dare kano tame janaku anatano tameni (If it's for your sake and nobody else)&lt;br /&gt;Utaitai kono utawo (I want to sing this son)&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai story tsuzuku kono kagayakini (Endless story, to this endless brilliance)&lt;br /&gt;Always tsutaetai zutto eien ni ( I wish to tell you forever and ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many things I wanted to tell you. But I think this song is able to relate what I feel. Maybe the song's translation isn't quite correct, but I've tried my best to translate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish all the moments we've had together and I'm sorry I haven't been able to defend you. Please don't feel guilty, I guess it's just how things are supposed to be. I want you to be happy, and maybe one day, one day in the future I'll have the right to love you. I'm afraid to speak to you in person because I probably will have an emotional break down. I'm tired of pretending to be strong. So I want to really become stronger then it won't have to be a lie. But for now I have to lock my emotions for you in my heart and even if it means I'll probably not be sincerely happy for awhile I hope you will be. And I really do want to give you a parting present; the mask I made for you; but I can't. Don't worry about me too much though. Enjoy your life and I promise I'll try my best to enjoy mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is alot I've said even after what i said about the song... And honestly I'm very happy that you are willing to wait for me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6161677119494058223?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6161677119494058223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6161677119494058223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6161677119494058223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-for-you.html' title='A song for you.'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7401925216772301127</id><published>2009-12-10T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:39:13.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabishi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kokoro ga itai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itakute... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itakute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nami wa toki doki demasu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much longer i can stand this. I feel like my life's just revolving around the people i care about.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.... I just want someone who keeps me company cause she loves me and not make me keep her company cause she knows i love her.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should just refuse it for my own good. What's the use of sacrificing myself to make her happy if i end up sad and lonely. But if i do so... I'll end up hurting her... Which I won't allow myself to. Because it'll hurt me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she says goes. There is never a win for me. Cause the only way i can win is for her to lose or if she can win too. I suppose she knows it too... And as much as i want to do what she won't allow me too... I can't... Cause I don't want to lose her or make her angry at me... I love her... And as i leave now... I just have too put on the same mask. Acting precisely the way she wants me to in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she'll do if she knew that I wear a mask around her? Perhaps she'll get hurt... But I can't let her know how i feel either... Cause she'll be hurt too.... So it's alright if she never sees how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was someone who knows how i feel and can keep me company and cheer me up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7401925216772301127?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7401925216772301127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabishi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7401925216772301127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7401925216772301127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabishi.html' title='Sabishi'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-9162803680977227047</id><published>2009-12-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:22:38.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans</title><content type='html'>As much as i hate them and want them dead so the environment can be saved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no doubt that I am one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps I want myself to die too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am one who harms it a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly. I can't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish. I can't give up on air-cons, cars and other environmentally unfriendly items...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel myself despicable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am despicable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. It's easy to ignore that fact and continue with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cause I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me. These two are the traits quite common among humans. The ones that causes the most problem. The ones that lead to cruelty, global warming, famine, jealousy, hatred, suicidal people and well. All sorts of bad things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not like there aren't people who have qualities to win out these pests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these warm qualities also exist within humans. But honestly. It's not enough. Because there aren't any humans with only these warm qualities and none of the bad ones. And even if there is. So what? Do you think greed and selfishness and corruption will stop just because such a person exists? Bullshit. Anyways, that person wouldn't be a human if she existed. Perhaps this is why I'm so fascinated with humans (eventhough I myself is one of them).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as fascinated as I am. I still wish of their death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I say so because I have no power to bring around the extintion of human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I the dedication to spend my life on such a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact. I plan on living out my life as a satisfied and successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm human after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though. Just sometimes I hope to dedicate my life to earth and be an environmentalist. But this decent and saint-like desire seems trivail to my greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want money. Comportable house. Lots of clothes. A nice car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that pleases my greed sometimes feel wierd. But I'm still determined to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish humans were like other beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with the basic needs of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way it was fair. Because humans would never think themselves superior and take away the living places of wild animals to make it their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't need more and more for their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps through greed they can find something worth while to them in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps there are people who is satisfied with just gettting the basic needs. I don't know why. But I'm sure such a person exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This still doesn't change the fact I want all humans dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. I wonder if 2012 will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I much rather humans just died leaving this planet to itself and it will slowly heal itself along with the rest of the living things on earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-9162803680977227047?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/9162803680977227047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/9162803680977227047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/9162803680977227047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/humans.html' title='Humans'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1985806471028260449</id><published>2009-12-02T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:26:04.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of my day</title><content type='html'>Just wasted most of my day by sitting in a car waiting for my mum and sis to finish their errands... Gonna spend the rest of my days multi-tasking to make up for it... Starting with pedicure. Then I'll kick some ass playing tekken 5 while waiting for it to dry. then i'll probably sketch abit or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1985806471028260449?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1985806471028260449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/waste-of-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1985806471028260449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1985806471028260449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/waste-of-my-day.html' title='Waste of my day'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1773613469018256027</id><published>2009-12-01T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:21:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5(no.2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxYVe0drrII/AAAAAAAAArs/Syzo2UNN62Y/s1600-h/skip-beat-manga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxYVe0drrII/AAAAAAAAArs/Syzo2UNN62Y/s400/skip-beat-manga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410535621555629186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized skip beat's newest chapter also comes out on december 5th!!! Why do they torture me with anticipation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1773613469018256027?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1773613469018256027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-5no2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1773613469018256027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1773613469018256027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-5no2.html' title='December 5(no.2)'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxYVe0drrII/AAAAAAAAArs/Syzo2UNN62Y/s72-c/skip-beat-manga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7750615998217250421</id><published>2009-11-28T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:06:59.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived? I think not.</title><content type='html'>Remember how i said I was going to sleep...? Yea...&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room and saw the bed i used a whole 10 minutes to tidy then i decided to move my lazy butt back on this chair and continue meddling with my computer...&lt;br /&gt;Not before I got myself a cup of green tea though.... mmm.... Tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this state when my mood is freaking bad but I hav no freaking idea why...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm sleep deprived (after a whole 10 hours of sleep last night?) or I read my friends' blog posts on not being a form 3 anymore and seperation (well you have been avoiding that topic... ) or maybe cause I can't go to singapore on Tuesday (but there's that loud mouth nephew of yours there...) or it's cause I know I can't drink Teh in the morning anymore(not your fault your favourite drink gives you headache's if you drink it with your breakfast) or maybe cause I don't particularly have anything I want to do and feel purposeless (that makes sense)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I've got to stop talking to myself... (That's only cause you haven't anyone else you can talk to...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! That's exactly what i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I'm free. (You mean since we are free) Yes, me number 2. Since WE are free. Let's talk about my trip to Ipoh. I(we) went with my (our) eldest aunt and my(our) niece and nephew to Ipoh. And since I (we) brought my(our) Ps2 there we just spent most of our time on it. I(we) finally managed to collect all Tekkan 5 characters and after watching my(our) niece swing her arms franticly in atempt to explain a game she played before but can't remember the name of it we started playing harry potter: goblet of fire game.Apart from that we mostly shared our up and downs in life. Well, that's bout all I(we) COULD YOU STOP THAT!!! EVEN IF WE ARE TWO VOICES WE ARE STILL ONE PERSON SO MY, I AND ME IS ENOUGH!!! (okay.) As I was saying until I interupted... That's bout all I did there with my niece who's 3 years younger than me and my nephew who's 1 year younger than me(us) STOP IT!!! (it's so fun to make myself angry) T.T (okay okay... don't cry... I should know I'm a sucker for tears... Fine. I'll stop it. Just don't cry) :p Okay. Where was I? Oh yes, speaking of niece and nephew... I actually have a niece that's 18 years old and a cousin that's 5. So imagine my 18 years old niece calling my 5 year old cousin "aunty" XD&lt;br /&gt;Big family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7750615998217250421?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7750615998217250421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-deprived-i-think-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7750615998217250421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7750615998217250421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-deprived-i-think-not.html' title='Sleep deprived? I think not.'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7799086301241877975</id><published>2009-11-28T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:20:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>I need something to do with my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go sleep again.... *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7799086301241877975?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7799086301241877975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7799086301241877975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7799086301241877975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2107617594531295326</id><published>2009-11-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:00:21.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5!!!! Come quick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxHxpAooZqI/AAAAAAAAArg/Wg95pOxm_y8/s1600/d016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409370314296026786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxHxpAooZqI/AAAAAAAAArg/Wg95pOxm_y8/s320/d016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day when the newest Gakuen Alice chapter 134 comes out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate cliff-hangers.... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2107617594531295326?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2107617594531295326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/december-5-come-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2107617594531295326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2107617594531295326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/december-5-come-quick.html' title='December 5!!!! Come quick!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SxHxpAooZqI/AAAAAAAAArg/Wg95pOxm_y8/s72-c/d016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-565015138570734819</id><published>2009-11-23T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:54:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short note</title><content type='html'>Won't be here until Saturday... Going to Ipoh with my eldest aunt and her grandchildren (my niece and nephew) XP&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with surviving without the internet... Oh well, at least I still have my PS2 which will be following me there XD and the company of my niece and nephew of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. will probably continue updating my blog when i get back. Either that or I'll just give up on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, mina-san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-565015138570734819?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/565015138570734819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/565015138570734819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/565015138570734819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-note.html' title='Short note'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7340614501743608196</id><published>2009-11-22T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:04:54.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a party without food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decided to blog about class party seperately... Since there's many pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwlACJhIHOI/AAAAAAAAArY/gbWIj7qkKcc/s1600/Tabemono+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923233293769954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwlACJhIHOI/AAAAAAAAArY/gbWIj7qkKcc/s320/Tabemono+(8).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the promoting of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwlAB8SeBVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xD1Fpv_jNtA/s1600/Tabemono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923229742630226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwlAB8SeBVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xD1Fpv_jNtA/s320/Tabemono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_kJIjUFI/AAAAAAAAArI/BsGstIAcvDs/s1600/Tabemono+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406922717794619474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_kJIjUFI/AAAAAAAAArI/BsGstIAcvDs/s320/Tabemono+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally when Mdm. Mano gave the thumbs up...&lt;br /&gt;The eating of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_j3Rk4TI/AAAAAAAAArA/qHiQIFG_H8U/s1600/Tabemono+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406922713000632626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_j3Rk4TI/AAAAAAAAArA/qHiQIFG_H8U/s320/Tabemono+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jtGa6OI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dx25QRKuc2I/s1600/Tabemono+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406922710269487330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jtGa6OI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dx25QRKuc2I/s320/Tabemono+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jTig-pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/m6GV8SyjYX8/s1600/Tabemono+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406922703408003730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jTig-pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/m6GV8SyjYX8/s320/Tabemono+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jGUNMNI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3IxWyJeySKI/s1600/Tabemono+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406922699858325714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swk_jGUNMNI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3IxWyJeySKI/s320/Tabemono+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at pictures like these always makes me sad, since it reminds me about seperation... Though maybe it's cause I lack sleep.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way... I'll blog bout the rest some other time.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7340614501743608196?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7340614501743608196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-party-without-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7340614501743608196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7340614501743608196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-party-without-food.html' title='What&apos;s a party without food?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwlACJhIHOI/AAAAAAAAArY/gbWIj7qkKcc/s72-c/Tabemono+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4754500375321488880</id><published>2009-11-20T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:00:44.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance People! Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys were dancing in the middle of the classroom during class party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they started with showing off some of their moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarTJkyAbI/AAAAAAAAApo/ov0ZtMLvlTk/s1600/Dance+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196748180914610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarTJkyAbI/AAAAAAAAApo/ov0ZtMLvlTk/s320/Dance+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarS1HkiUI/AAAAAAAAApg/nARqGAyykQw/s1600/Dance+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196742689687874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarS1HkiUI/AAAAAAAAApg/nARqGAyykQw/s320/Dance+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started ballroom dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKsVmq8I/AAAAAAAAApY/He1meGuaFJY/s1600/Dance+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196602893675458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKsVmq8I/AAAAAAAAApY/He1meGuaFJY/s320/Dance+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grabbing any partners they could find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKld7cII/AAAAAAAAApQ/shMPrHMYY50/s1600/Dance+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196601049542786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKld7cII/AAAAAAAAApQ/shMPrHMYY50/s320/Dance+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKezS7OI/AAAAAAAAApI/pDDbY_9XOf0/s1600/Dance+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196599260114146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKezS7OI/AAAAAAAAApI/pDDbY_9XOf0/s320/Dance+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKO1B4gI/AAAAAAAAApA/IfcKIXmp_rE/s1600/Dance+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196594972418562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarKO1B4gI/AAAAAAAAApA/IfcKIXmp_rE/s320/Dance+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarJ2K82_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/XgRgxMbmgi4/s1600/Dance+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196588353477618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarJ2K82_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/XgRgxMbmgi4/s320/Dance+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the principal herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqztYwL7I/AAAAAAAAAow/kDleYq6uhMI/s1600/Dance+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196208038326194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqztYwL7I/AAAAAAAAAow/kDleYq6uhMI/s320/Dance+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started doing things out of logical explanations... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqzT7XigI/AAAAAAAAAoo/86RpJdb_V5g/s1600/Dance+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196201204189698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqzT7XigI/AAAAAAAAAoo/86RpJdb_V5g/s320/Dance+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flirting with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqzN8LgKI/AAAAAAAAAog/vO5PvNWFhOU/s1600/Dance+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196199596982434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqzN8LgKI/AAAAAAAAAog/vO5PvNWFhOU/s320/Dance+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this.... (Actually... I think they were dancing to M.J's thriller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqy-Dq2uI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KjoFVgE6oKg/s1600/Dance+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196195333429986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqy-Dq2uI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KjoFVgE6oKg/s320/Dance+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swat-wRnyMI/AAAAAAAAApw/wXgci_yEjIE/s1600/Dance+Thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199696327166146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swat-wRnyMI/AAAAAAAAApw/wXgci_yEjIE/s320/Dance+Thriller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... They're mopping the floor...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqysgNf3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/wUqZ748lU0I/s1600/Dance+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406196190621302642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqysgNf3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/wUqZ748lU0I/s320/Dance+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqm8E79oI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r9UumcXIJ48/s1600/Dance+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195988643444354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqm8E79oI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r9UumcXIJ48/s320/Dance+13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But clearly the stars of the dance floor were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jun Shern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqmVYtmRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gl98BSmueW0/s1600/Dance+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195978257406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqmVYtmRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gl98BSmueW0/s320/Dance+15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jia En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqmm0EU7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/Zm93BJGqReo/s1600/Dance+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195982935544754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqmm0EU7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/Zm93BJGqReo/s320/Dance+14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqmOH6XYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oHdTHMX8RIY/s1600/Dance+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195976307891586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwaqmOH6XYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oHdTHMX8RIY/s320/Dance+16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqlqp6bjI/AAAAAAAAAno/Lh0iOY1Sqqs/s1600/Dance+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195966786825778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swaqlqp6bjI/AAAAAAAAAno/Lh0iOY1Sqqs/s320/Dance+17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4754500375321488880?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4754500375321488880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-people-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4754500375321488880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4754500375321488880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-people-dance.html' title='Dance People! Dance!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwarTJkyAbI/AAAAAAAAApo/ov0ZtMLvlTk/s72-c/Dance+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2270622816453529435</id><published>2009-11-20T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:17:52.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak2cgXSvI/AAAAAAAAAng/G55NcEteXmQ/s1600/14636_184972762763_806197763_2940558_7876636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189657976687346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak2cgXSvI/AAAAAAAAAng/G55NcEteXmQ/s320/14636_184972762763_806197763_2940558_7876636_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak2AH_2eI/AAAAAAAAAnY/pzr_DYwfotc/s1600/14339_178510718721_725138721_3030590_2810090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189650358295010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak2AH_2eI/AAAAAAAAAnY/pzr_DYwfotc/s320/14339_178510718721_725138721_3030590_2810090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1vJ29gI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yAFgzu3LLEI/s1600/14339_178510693721_725138721_3030586_2845753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189645802698242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1vJ29gI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yAFgzu3LLEI/s320/14339_178510693721_725138721_3030586_2845753_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1YZlKMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DF4JEoX7ddY/s1600/12941_1080130703164_1823204458_153878_1622799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189639694624962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1YZlKMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DF4JEoX7ddY/s320/12941_1080130703164_1823204458_153878_1622799_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1FvUDzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pomxyEDbypE/s1600/12941_1080120822917_1823204458_153841_5716956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189634685505330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak1FvUDzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pomxyEDbypE/s320/12941_1080120822917_1823204458_153841_5716956_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like this... the last day of school has come and go.... Will miss u all... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE 3W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2784932236751217514-2270622816453529435?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2270622816453529435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/thus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2270622816453529435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2270622816453529435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/thus.html' title='Thus...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Swak2cgXSvI/AAAAAAAAAng/G55NcEteXmQ/s72-c/14636_184972762763_806197763_2940558_7876636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4180031039636138387</id><published>2009-11-16T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:52:20.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild lives in Captive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally done uploading the pictures(Look at previous post if confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Butterfly park of Malaka&lt;/span&gt; (there were more animals then butterflies though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFjo4Gmb6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/R7smZb-wYRo/s1600/PA060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404710581727293346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFjo4Gmb6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/R7smZb-wYRo/s320/PA060004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFi0qe7pwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-Q1X0T93xck/s1600/PA060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404709684718053122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFi0qe7pwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-Q1X0T93xck/s320/PA060009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFi0Db4FYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xc-LO4IvGos/s1600/PA060014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404709674236253570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFi0Db4FYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xc-LO4IvGos/s320/PA060014.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My personal fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFiz1vdBTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nENdQcLeFoE/s1600/PA060020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404709670560269618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFiz1vdBTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nENdQcLeFoE/s320/PA060020.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spiky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFizs7oSyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NJobQw_FR9k/s1600/PA060024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404709668195420962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFizs7oSyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NJobQw_FR9k/s320/PA060024.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFizaDdiKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mGrijvex7xk/s1600/PA060028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404709663127996578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFizaDdiKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mGrijvex7xk/s320/PA060028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhnfbXxaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RubobxSwIs8/s1600/PA060029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708358900401570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhnfbXxaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RubobxSwIs8/s320/PA060029.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a huge creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmyC_V6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/73NzqNZR5h8/s1600/PA060030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708346718541730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmyC_V6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/73NzqNZR5h8/s320/PA060030.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmt2LHAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/bTFIZ7WQYSY/s1600/PA060031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708345591045122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmt2LHAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/bTFIZ7WQYSY/s320/PA060031.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; ........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Whoops... She's not an animal... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey look! She laid an egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmR9kL_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/FbtwCzqhAX4/s1600/PA060042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708338105855986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFhmR9kL_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/FbtwCzqhAX4/s320/PA060042.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFfOvk-DbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kUJSdKic3UU/s1600/PA060043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705734715641266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFfOvk-DbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kUJSdKic3UU/s320/PA060043.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly....&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I'll just stop stating the obvious and you continue viewing the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe6kD7kdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NtHoPgDe0Xc/s1600/PA060046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705388026892754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe6kD7kdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NtHoPgDe0Xc/s320/PA060046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe6LTNsoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9QHKJrc2ESw/s1600/PA060054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705381380108930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe6LTNsoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9QHKJrc2ESw/s320/PA060054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe5q0eQeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/56HyG9dcVAQ/s1600/PA060062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705372661236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe5q0eQeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/56HyG9dcVAQ/s320/PA060062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe5cDnxyI/AAAAAAAAAko/PXcxydMJgTk/s1600/PA060063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705368698242850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFe5cDnxyI/AAAAAAAAAko/PXcxydMJgTk/s320/PA060063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing looks dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcgOiE4JI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Mo8ZAt8n29g/s1600/PA060066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702736547897490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcgOiE4JI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Mo8ZAt8n29g/s320/PA060066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfk5kcEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/M8vHXo8nIjg/s1600/PA060067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702725372145730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfk5kcEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/M8vHXo8nIjg/s320/PA060067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear... Where's the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfad34UI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yceieH72vac/s1600/PA060068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702722571624770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfad34UI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yceieH72vac/s320/PA060068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfKTWrVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QIz-qY8s6Ow/s1600/PA060069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702718232538450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFcfKTWrVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QIz-qY8s6Ow/s320/PA060069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFce58G8VI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZeZMp1I-RL8/s1600/PA060071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702713840070994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFce58G8VI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZeZMp1I-RL8/s320/PA060071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZkP5e5hI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AkWOXdPCpEQ/s1600/PA060074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404699507099100690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZkP5e5hI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AkWOXdPCpEQ/s320/PA060074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black peacock: Hey how's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White peacock:Well, not too bad. At least my head's not stuck in a cage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZj2OMbGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/XWvx_w98zME/s1600/PA060075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404699500206648418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZj2OMbGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/XWvx_w98zME/s320/PA060075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjn--WjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UEnY_iNLi8s/s1600/PA060079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404699496384715314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjn--WjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UEnY_iNLi8s/s320/PA060079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 'old man' bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjTS1fyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZpVRIapi0tU/s1600/PA060082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404699490830876450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjTS1fyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZpVRIapi0tU/s320/PA060082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjD7QpGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iIO-xoD8bFg/s1600/PA060083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404699486705460322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFZjD7QpGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iIO-xoD8bFg/s320/PA060083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYwGa5o7I/AAAAAAAAAio/MRhAmEbg1zs/s1600/PA060089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698611201713074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYwGa5o7I/AAAAAAAAAio/MRhAmEbg1zs/s320/PA060089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYv85wTkI/AAAAAAAAAig/0tYYlwV3mUI/s1600/PA060090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698608646770242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYv85wTkI/AAAAAAAAAig/0tYYlwV3mUI/s320/PA060090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYvSJznpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_haRbEdFLAQ/s1600/PA060091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698597171371666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYvSJznpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_haRbEdFLAQ/s320/PA060091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYvN4ZeAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eF2ifDsOiec/s1600/PA060097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698596024612866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYvN4ZeAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eF2ifDsOiec/s320/PA060097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFxfy9oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nDzIcdj-XMc/s1600/PA060103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404697884030596738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFxfy9oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nDzIcdj-XMc/s320/PA060103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFYz06dI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GujwM8-wNPc/s1600/PA060104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404697877403724242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFYz06dI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GujwM8-wNPc/s320/PA060104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Owner&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFP6eLeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ogr4jL_zt4g/s1600/PA060111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404697875015675362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYFP6eLeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ogr4jL_zt4g/s320/PA060111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty Bird bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYE5NmjJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-mGpnN0qGnw/s1600/PA060112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404697868921900178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYE5NmjJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-mGpnN0qGnw/s320/PA060112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYEhB3o7I/AAAAAAAAAho/jSDG3SWLxD4/s1600/PA060114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404697862430237618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFYEhB3o7I/AAAAAAAAAho/jSDG3SWLxD4/s320/PA060114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.... Thats bout all.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2784932236751217514-4180031039636138387?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4180031039636138387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-lives-in-captive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4180031039636138387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4180031039636138387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-lives-in-captive.html' title='Wild lives in Captive'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SwFjo4Gmb6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/R7smZb-wYRo/s72-c/PA060004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4554046348710581099</id><published>2009-11-14T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:09:04.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka School Trip 6.11.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A wonderful place to/for(Whichever suits whatever) The following :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Looking at Wild Life in captive.... &lt;/span&gt;which makes them not wild.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, will hav to post that in another post.... too many pictures.... Will probably be above this post. You can go back up and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For The Newly Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XSeb4s1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/_fieUR4_2yI/s1600-h/PA060147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204421531349842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XSeb4s1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/_fieUR4_2yI/s320/PA060147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XSP-2ArI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FJRogXC_Z_g/s1600-h/PA060168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204417651442354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XSP-2ArI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FJRogXC_Z_g/s320/PA060168.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And The Long Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XR9eQ3yI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kdXhFknNiCE/s1600-h/PA060169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204412682952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XR9eQ3yI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kdXhFknNiCE/s320/PA060169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XRdYwX_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/P6_QnWeLC5E/s1600-h/PA060177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204404069916658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XRdYwX_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/P6_QnWeLC5E/s320/PA060177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XQ_05AwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rp45ZmAQR8Q/s1600-h/PA060175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204396134859522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XQ_05AwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rp45ZmAQR8Q/s320/PA060175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rule the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ufjlr-YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/GrVau1Y9QJ0/s1600-h/PA060172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404201347718052226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ufjlr-YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/GrVau1Y9QJ0/s320/PA060172.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And treaten people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-UfT-oeiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dw3Pruxmlns/s1600-h/PA060157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404201343527713314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-UfT-oeiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dw3Pruxmlns/s320/PA060157.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pushing them off buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-UfOYHd9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/fgOkKaBOyns/s1600-h/PA060155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404201342023989202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-UfOYHd9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/fgOkKaBOyns/s320/PA060155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spend time with friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends (Me and Gwen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-R0BcrHdI/AAAAAAAAAew/VpBfR_DI3-U/s1600-h/PA060150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404198400795811282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-R0BcrHdI/AAAAAAAAAew/VpBfR_DI3-U/s320/PA060150.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends(Me, Sam and Clar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-RzsGC9wI/AAAAAAAAAeo/PLVOpMtMa8M/s1600-h/PA060148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404198395063760642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-RzsGC9wI/AAAAAAAAAeo/PLVOpMtMa8M/s320/PA060148.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And More Friends (Gwen Gwen, Looi Looi and Lay Lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404198388241018770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-RzSrYL5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GhNvi44DRK8/s320/PA060146.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of them (Sam, Looi and Me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-RzJ0jwCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5G3mEgCyuQI/s1600-h/PA060145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404198385863606306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-RzJ0jwCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5G3mEgCyuQI/s320/PA060145.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family (Jia[beloved wife] and Ah Ling[Cute daughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ry1FlBaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5_Im8WJJRiM/s1600-h/PA060181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404198380297848226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ry1FlBaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5_Im8WJJRiM/s320/PA060181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fancy Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmwU644I/AAAAAAAAAeI/4rjZPZ6d9-4/s1600-h/PA060178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404194874326705026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmwU644I/AAAAAAAAAeI/4rjZPZ6d9-4/s320/PA060178.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With fancy Staircases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmiMZfxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/G3mWCMomhpU/s1600-h/PA060167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404194870532865810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmiMZfxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/G3mWCMomhpU/s320/PA060167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fancy 2nd floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmcMiY2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/bLiOeZp2AJw/s1600-h/PA060179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404194868922835810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-OmcMiY2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/bLiOeZp2AJw/s320/PA060179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fancy Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ol-EsWsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BQsc7A7EB-o/s1600-h/PA060182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404194860836870850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ol-EsWsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BQsc7A7EB-o/s320/PA060182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Historical City(Duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you can see things from the past (another duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like this building here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-L-9UtfUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zkc-yQ6gCnk/s1600-h/PA060190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404191991597464898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-L-9UtfUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zkc-yQ6gCnk/s320/PA060190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Leaning Tree of Melaka (name by Lay Lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-L-hDANiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Qi8oM6CdBzQ/s1600-h/PA060184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404191984007001634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-L-hDANiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Qi8oM6CdBzQ/s320/PA060184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Menara Taming Sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-KNnQqARI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5EgwN8zTOLg/s1600-h/MTamingSari3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190044349661458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-KNnQqARI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5EgwN8zTOLg/s320/MTamingSari3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great place to look down at cookie like bushes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(What? They do look like cookies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JjIn-5EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_pU1VyzH6U4/s1600-h/PA060211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189314571494466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JjIn-5EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_pU1VyzH6U4/s320/PA060211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And big ships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ji6WjnyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eelQ4WT_HJ4/s1600-h/PA060210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189310740307746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-Ji6WjnyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eelQ4WT_HJ4/s320/PA060210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Selat Melaka and the Eye of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JirlmjJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WD1lgWUtTqQ/s1600-h/PA060209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189306776882322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JirlmjJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WD1lgWUtTqQ/s320/PA060209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget it as a place to break rules too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JiWYSgqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GzW_8CPrts4/s1600-h/PA060191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189301083898530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-JiWYSgqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GzW_8CPrts4/s320/PA060191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s. It says Dilarang Memijak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4554046348710581099?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4554046348710581099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/melaka-school-trip-6112009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4554046348710581099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4554046348710581099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/melaka-school-trip-6112009.html' title='Melaka School Trip 6.11.2009'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv-XSeb4s1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/_fieUR4_2yI/s72-c/PA060147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1813486750256553766</id><published>2009-11-14T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:12:27.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyasumi</title><content type='html'>Want to post about Melaka.... But too sleepy... No surprise there... I suppose I'll do it some other time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1813486750256553766?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1813486750256553766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/oyasumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1813486750256553766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1813486750256553766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/oyasumi.html' title='Oyasumi'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5688047211944255697</id><published>2009-11-14T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:54:59.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Throughout the 2nd week of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv68G7_gc6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iKWybej8oN8/s1600-h/Me+During+the+2nd+week+of+Nov+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403963430260470690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv68G7_gc6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iKWybej8oN8/s400/Me+During+the+2nd+week+of+Nov+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it wasn't really my week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking on the bright side... We won chess(girls) and carrom(mix) in which we won all 5(x2) matches in a row. Yay us!!! Then lost all 5 matches of Captainball(girls) in a row... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic how the guys of our class are dominating the ball games where as the girls only managed to win chess... T.T We girls are nerds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I suppose Thursday was the worst day and Wednesday was the most tiring one... Missed two netball games and lost my wallet on Thursday and had to play 6 ball games on Wednesday... Every single part of my body hurts from muscle pain and various other reasons &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like getting whacked by handballs thrown with the strenght of cows&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention our practice for our Che Ling&amp;amp; Dancing performance for yesterday(Friday). I suppose the performance was ok (I'll try to post it up when i receive the clip from Jia Jun) even despite all the faults of dropping the yoyos. The practice, however was.... Bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I'm sorry I'm a stamina-less wimp with no strength!!! I'm sorry I can't keep up and or catch up with you people! I'm sorry I can't hear beats! Well, not everyone is so talented. I tried my best to the standard of disregarding my pain and cramps and just danced, danced and danced. I suppose you think I'm just overreacting over the pain but WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?! You're not me! You're strong and full of stamina. That and you remind me of the old me I never want to ever become again. A bossy, unable to feel compasion as a leader sort of person that can't draw a clear line between work and want. Yes! i'm being unreasonable! But at least I'm not who I used to be, not like you. I don't want to ask the imposibble! I don't take over people's moves and jobs! I'm angry at you but I still understand why you acted that way! But please PLEASE change that attitude of yours... I don't need an apology, not one you say half-heartedly anyways. I would be lying if I said I wasn't blaming you and speaking behind your back. I'm sorry. but i can't keep my anger in. I'm also at fault but I'm human too. i'm not perfect! Nor am i like you. Everyone have their own capacity and capability. Mine's just different from yours so don't force things on me anymore! I have my own pride and I will try my best without you forcing it on me. Eventhough it's all over... I just needed to rant it all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i'm a lousy blog manager.... I always blog about the latest event before the older ones.... Oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5688047211944255697?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5688047211944255697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-throughout-2nd-week-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5688047211944255697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5688047211944255697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-throughout-2nd-week-of-november.html' title='Me Throughout the 2nd week of November'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sv68G7_gc6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iKWybej8oN8/s72-c/Me+During+the+2nd+week+of+Nov+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5410687504289874842</id><published>2009-10-30T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:16:08.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><content type='html'>The whole week was a blur to me... Maybe coz i slept late everynight (or shud i say morning) and spend the days rushing past everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat did i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I'll tell u... If i can remember correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Interact Club's Carnival: Played Human Pacman ( In which you hav to crawl around &lt;strong&gt;in the dark&lt;/strong&gt; collecting glowstick[cherry] and wif ppl randomly shooting u wif &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt;guns/ throwing buckets of &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt; over ur head... And if u get caught by a ghost u havta &lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;... Dun ask y. You go in as groups of 4 which was me, Gwen, Saac and GeeKeat. GeeKeat managed to find the horn which was the power up for us to whack the ghosts... Wif rolls of newspapers... But nobody could hear it [Wats wit the theme song of the game loudly playin in da background] cept me who was right in front of him when he sounded the horn... So I whacked the first and only 'ghost' i saw... We had to pay RM3 each and get really wet from playin the game but it was worth it since i got one of the individual highscore of 17 glowsticks and 1 ghost and they gave me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Suru_b4SK2I/AAAAAAAAAco/2WTvx9dwDHU/s1600-h/l_barrel_oslime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398389876939959138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Suru_b4SK2I/AAAAAAAAAco/2WTvx9dwDHU/s400/l_barrel_oslime1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Barrel of slime &lt;/strong&gt;and some candy. Why is it worth it? Cause the market price for tat is RM8 and i got it for RM3 and some effort. Wee! Then we went back and played Once Upon a Time. Ahh...  Of course, there was also Chinese Yoyo practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm... Odd, can't really remember... But i kno i woke up with awfully painful legs due to too much strain the previous day... And every step was like someone nudged me in my thighs.... Oh, and we attempted to edit the songs for our Chinese Yoyo performance but the format for our songs cudn't match audacity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Played &lt;strong&gt;Risk &lt;/strong&gt;(Global Domination!!!) and i played as black... again... We didn't hav enough time to finish the game... even though we spent the whole day on it... But I did win(wif a little help)... Considering i had the most armies and land ^^. And we sang Layin's mixture of a few songs for the patriotic song competition... Spend my time at home making invitation cards for our class party and makin the powerpoint presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tried editin the song (read tusday)again and failed again... Then made the invitations cards wif the help of Jia Xin, Ah Ling, Hwee Nee, Khai Li and Looi Ling (ALIGATO GOZAIMASHITA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nothin much i guess just sing and sing and sing then did some coordinating after school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I just realized how boring my life wud seem to other ppl... Oh well... YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shud get some sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5410687504289874842?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5410687504289874842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5410687504289874842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5410687504289874842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Suru_b4SK2I/AAAAAAAAAco/2WTvx9dwDHU/s72-c/l_barrel_oslime1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2396481801791452601</id><published>2009-10-18T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:55:26.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesshomaru and Ren</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other side... Skip Beat's main reason I watched it is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a character(the main character) in there played by the voice actor of Sesshomaru-sama!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuruga Ren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StrkhAw7v9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hm-M94RjkJg/s1600-h/ren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393874759521648594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StrkhAw7v9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hm-M94RjkJg/s320/ren.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha... Isn't he a total bishounen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Ken Narita the awesome voice actor of so many awesome bishounens!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2396481801791452601?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2396481801791452601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/sesshomaru-and-ren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2396481801791452601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2396481801791452601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/sesshomaru-and-ren.html' title='Sesshomaru and Ren'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StrkhAw7v9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hm-M94RjkJg/s72-c/ren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3346393487714584938</id><published>2009-10-18T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:38:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip Beat</title><content type='html'>At first, it was an anime that i was highly anticipating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took it off the shelf of the anime shop and brought it over to the counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I joyously placed its disc into the DVD player and pressed play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 24 episodes I enjoyed it. It was one of the best shoujo anime(anime for girls... sometin like chick flick) I've ever seen... Seriously it was... It's one of those anime which main character i will come to like(unlike naruto, bleach, inuyasha, negima, final fantasy 7....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it got to episode 25... the last episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT LIKE BLOODY KILLING SOMEONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LA?!?!?! STUPID SHOW CAN'T EVEN USE A BETTER ENDING??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR RATHER.... YOU CAN'T EVEN COUNT IT AS AN ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It was still ok just really dissappointed me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a summary I copied from Manga Fox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoko Mogami lived solely for her childhood friend Shoutaro "Sho" Fuwa. She follows Sho to Tokyo so that he may realize his dream of becoming a famous singer. But when his dream is realized, Kyoko accidentally learns the truth behind his actions of bringing her with him: he was using her as a maid to clean up his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked and enraged, Kyoko vows revenge against him by beating him at showbiz. With a new look and a new attitude, she joins LME, the agency where Ren Tsuruga--Sho's rival and the number 1 actor of LME--works at; in the hopes of achieving her goal in destroying Shoutaro's pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, however, she will discover who she really is, make new friends, and find herself at the heart of some interesting situations that will change her life, and everyone else's life, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nicer than what it sounds from that summary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHY I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED AT THE ENDING THAN WASN'T EVEN AN ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3346393487714584938?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3346393487714584938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/skip-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3346393487714584938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3346393487714584938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/skip-beat.html' title='Skip Beat'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4467225305306385586</id><published>2009-10-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:06:04.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavillion outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to sing karaoke in Pavillion. Was kinda borin actually (no offense)&lt;br /&gt;But here are some pics (thx Chi Ching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiWUN3JGJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mKu25EVmwpY/s1600-h/6918_154796874126_794584126_2630497_5575052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393225827838662802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiWUN3JGJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mKu25EVmwpY/s320/6918_154796874126_794584126_2630497_5575052_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen, you look so blur. (Gwen: "Huh?!?!? Why got camera?" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiVzwC_sdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VYqbZl6Bjgs/s1600-h/6918_154796884126_794584126_2630498_3223639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393225270079500754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiVzwC_sdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VYqbZl6Bjgs/s320/6918_154796884126_794584126_2630498_3223639_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching (my photo sponser) and Ling Jie ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiVqmZ0IWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MPBVUCJxgpA/s1600-h/6918_154796909126_794584126_2630503_2378581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393225112872034658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiVqmZ0IWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MPBVUCJxgpA/s320/6918_154796909126_794584126_2630503_2378581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bored to death Ling Jie and a curious Hui Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiViQVs3EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VXlylBKAczQ/s1600-h/6918_154796954126_794584126_2630508_3592500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393224969510247490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiViQVs3EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VXlylBKAczQ/s320/6918_154796954126_794584126_2630508_3592500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! Group pic. Too bad some of the ppl weren't there anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(p.s. ppl who went: Hui Ling, Ling Jie, Li-Vern, Chi Ching, Esther, Winnie, Winnie's fren [who's name i do not know] me and Gwen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4467225305306385586?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4467225305306385586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/pavillion-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4467225305306385586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4467225305306385586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/pavillion-outing.html' title='Pavillion outing'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StiWUN3JGJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mKu25EVmwpY/s72-c/6918_154796874126_794584126_2630497_5575052_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1287439211870890544</id><published>2009-10-16T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:36:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awsome Animal</title><content type='html'>The parrot is so cool!!! Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ICbA_ElvKE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ICbA_ElvKE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1287439211870890544?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1287439211870890544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/awsome-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1287439211870890544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1287439211870890544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/awsome-animal.html' title='Awsome Animal'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-706435222040840051</id><published>2009-10-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:50:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Japanese learning Korean</title><content type='html'>Title states it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piAarIZEqGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piAarIZEqGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-706435222040840051?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/706435222040840051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-japanese-learning-korean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/706435222040840051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/706435222040840051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-japanese-learning-korean.html' title='Funny Japanese learning Korean'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3725788318869797905</id><published>2009-10-13T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:13:55.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesshomaru-sama!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Fanfic reminded me how much I LOVE Sesshomaru-sama (not that i needed reminding) So here is a debut for him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJtn20-kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dXuvogMnqoA/s1600-h/a_010%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a_010" border="0" alt="a_010" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJucmMeGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tABu20ek6C8/a_010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Picture of how he looks in the Anime. Him and Jakken(his minion) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJvsaa2nI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dlHy5twaM6I/s1600-h/2227938687_5b97f2482b%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2227938687_5b97f2482b" border="0" alt="2227938687_5b97f2482b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJw3p7CHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/B07xeZ-zbnA/2227938687_5b97f2482b_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fanart. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Eventhough he’s wet all over… He’s TOTALLY HOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJx-0muQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rR4qdLpCI30/s1600-h/sesshomaru%20nbkn%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sesshomaru nbkn" border="0" alt="sesshomaru nbkn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJzHKMt9I/AAAAAAAAAac/luBFIETEfOo/sesshomaru%20nbkn_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fanart. Shine brightly my lord!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ0HB09qI/AAAAAAAAAag/UrkdEpSyxjE/s1600-h/InuyashaSesshomaru98%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="InuyashaSesshomaru98" border="0" alt="InuyashaSesshomaru98" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ0_WFuWI/AAAAAAAAAak/A4lJaWw6kQg/InuyashaSesshomaru98_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fanart, right Sesshomaru, left his half-ass half-bro Inuyasha. SOOOO (Sesshomaru-sama please permit me to say this) CCCCCCCUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTEEEEEEE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ1g81asI/AAAAAAAAAao/PNl8uiHHEu8/s1600-h/chibi%20sesshomaru%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="chibi sesshomaru" border="0" alt="chibi sesshomaru" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ3h8G2TI/AAAAAAAAAas/krQsV3eTJDA/chibi%20sesshomaru_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fanart. Hah… Sesshomaru-sama indulging in my fav snack. POCKY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ4gPKwvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_OfHvWQqpKk/s1600-h/sesshomaru%20sleeping%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sesshomaru sleeping" border="0" alt="sesshomaru sleeping" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ5hJO_8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/26VMst-lg7c/sesshomaru%20sleeping_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taken from the anime. This is the exact moment before he met Rin… /^o^/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ731kdZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IoaW3bniY8o/s1600-h/Lovely%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Lovely" border="0" alt="Lovely" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ88JnO2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/BhL1mHU_vWo/Lovely_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fanart. YYYEEIIIKK!!! KAWAII!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wud go on and on… Since Sesshomaru-sama is so awesome and the good pics will never run out… I mean, you go to photobucket and the pic adds about 100 every second!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I’ll just stop here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One last pic that will knock you off ur feet!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ-Sp85-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/IZLpaL2wGVc/s1600-h/a129%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a129" border="0" alt="a129" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJ_vNxQQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NQLZsyJoTTs/a129_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *faints*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Note: This is probably the only guy I’ll ever be so crazy over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSLHZJYD7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cp2VtYiT7Eg/s1600-h/73860124hh9%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="73860124hh9" alt="73860124hh9" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSLIe0p75I/AAAAAAAAAbM/U21E4NECqNI/73860124hh9_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sesshomaru Sesshomaru Sesshomaru…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3725788318869797905?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3725788318869797905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/sesshomaru-sama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3725788318869797905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3725788318869797905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/sesshomaru-sama.html' title='Sesshomaru-sama!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSJucmMeGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tABu20ek6C8/s72-c/a_010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4750848013965944900</id><published>2009-10-13T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:40:28.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Human Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Read This… It’s so totally awesome!!!! Actually I don’t think you’ll understand it unless you’ve watched &lt;strike&gt;Inuyasha&lt;/strike&gt; (Hate the Anime, luv Sesshomaru-sama). But Who cares!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And so let the awesome story begin…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This story is set a very long time ago in feudal Japan. At that time, Japan was racked with internal wars between powerful feudal lords who each desired ever more land. Smelling the intense blood and grief in the battlefields, many ancient youkai (demons) were lured out of their hiding places. To the horror of humans, the youkai began fighting amongst themselves for power, land, and lordship - killing any humans who stood in their way, and often subduing entire human towns in their quest for power.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eventually, out of the terrible youkai wars which themselves are a great tale, four youkai houses emerged most powerful. Each of the four was matched evenly in skill, and were thus unable to defeat the other. They were House of Inu (Dog), House of Hebi (Snake), House of Neko (Cat) and House of Ryu (Dragon). They decided to separate and each took lordship of a separate part of Japan. House of Inu took lordship over the West, House of Hebi took the East, House of Neko travelled far North and settled there, and House of Ryu established themselves in the South.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;An uneasy truce existed among the four houses, and in true youkai fashion, the truce was often broken in bad faith. In self-preservation, many minor youkai quickly pledged loyalty to one of the Houses. Any rogue youkai who troubled their lands were swiftly killed by the youkais of the four houses, and their power grew great. This terrified the humans who, if unfortunate enough to anger the youkai, were swiftly killed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There exist many tales of the exploits of the great Inu, Hebi, Neko and Ryu houses, but the legend of the Ten Human Hearts is concerned only with the marriage of the eldest son of the Inutaisho the First Lord Inu-Youkai of the Western Lands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the death of the First Lord Inu-Youkai of the Western Lands, his eldest son ruled the Western Lands as the Second Lord. In the one hundredth year of his reign as Second Lord, he was badly wounded by his half-brother and took rest in the shade of a dark forest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was on the edge of this forest that the Second Lord Inu-Youkai of the House of Inu found the lifeless body of the strange human girl-child who had offered him food and drink when he was injured. It was not in the nature of a youkai to care about human lives, yet he had unhesitatingly drawn his life-giving katana from his side and resurrected her pitiful, bloodied form.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As far as he was concerned at that time, this resurrection was a mere fancy, a passing kindness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What he did not count on was that once she regained life, the little girl would follow him on his travels for nearly three years. During that time she met many hostile youkai and dangerous situations, from which he always never failed to rescue her. Apart from the times she was in danger and needed him to save her, he did not give her much thought, simply assuming that she would leave him and settle in a human village once she tired of his endless journeying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But after three years, it was obvious to him that the girl-child had no intention of ever leaving his side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The thought that she was blindly faithful to him troubled yet pleased him. He was surprised that he felt such conflict of emotion, for he was not one to experience doubt. Nonetheless, as it was clear she never intended to leave him, and that he had somehow become responsible for her, there was only one safe place to bring her to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the girl-child first followed him into his youkai palace, she was a tiny, bedraggled, thing: but all smiles, and laughter, and song. Many youkai servants left their master at that time, disgusted and surprised that he would lower himself to care for a human. For those that remained in his service out of loyalty to him, or fear, or both, her happy nature unsettled them and many did not know how to react when she laughed at them, or climbed up their robes, or asked them to play an variety of silly human games with her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But they soon adjusted to her cheerful ways. They learnt that humans were emotional creatures that needed to be handled with care, for the little one would go from tears to laughter in a second depending on what one said to her. They learnt that she loved beautiful things: fresh air, flowers and bright colours. They began adding such things to their master's castle. Quickly, they learnt that making her happy, made them happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Their master said nothing as he watched the palace of the Western Lands transform rapidly from a cave of dark austerity to a pavilion of gorgeous brilliance. Indeed, it seemed that he found more pleasure in the colourful drapes, bright flowers and beautiful paintings than he had in the dark intimidation of his previous furnishings. The youkai servants took care that everything should be so as to please the girl-child, and in return, she rewarded them with tender words and sweet smiles. Eventually, the youkai servants forgot that they were caring for a human child, and the only thought on their minds was that she be cared for in the most special way possible. She was treated as the youkai lord's unofficial daughter, the beloved Hime of the Western Lands. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She often begged to go travelling with him as they used to do in the days before he brought her to his palace. He gently refused her, speaking to her of the dangers that lurked beyond the castle walls. However, it pleased him that she still desired to stay constantly by his side, and that she would follow him anywhere. He thought long on the meaning of her loyalty, and his pleasure at it. When she grew up, he promised her, she could travel with him again, he needed to make sure she was safe till then. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So she waited impatiently for that far-off day, not knowing what he meant by growing up, but not disobeying him either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Learning her desire to have him near her, he never stayed away from his palace for long ever again. If he left, the servants knew to prepare for his arrival before the cycle of the moon ran out. The child could hardly eat or sleep when he was away, worrying constantly about what dangers the Lord of the Western Lands might face from other powerful youkai. But as she prayed for, he always returned safely to her, and on the first night of his return, the two would wander in the gardens together and no one knew what they spoke of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every spring, their master personally picked out fabric for her new kimono and had it tailored to fit her by the best seamstresses in his lands. His taste was extravagant and the little one grew up in kimonos of finest silk, gold thread, rich dyes and intricate patterns. He lavished her with expensive presents on her birthday, which the demon servants privately thought a waste, because the girl-child never played with the mechanical singing birds or porcelain dolls, preferring to run around in the fields picking flowers for her master.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time passed, and the girl-child grew tall and slender like the willow trees that graced their youkai master's garden. The youkai servants were proud that their human charge was more gracious, more beautiful, and more gentle, than many other youkai Himes in the land. It did not matter that she could not read or write because she had no interest in such, and their master seemed not to want to trouble her with those things. Her knowledge was everything she had learned about the world from talking with her master. Her world was everything he had cared to share with her, and so, protect her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the human girl-child had been in his palace seven years, the Second Lord Inu-youkai had a dream that he would have ten offspring with human hearts. Hoping to avoid what he thought was a weakening of his bloodline, he quickly mated a Hebi-youkai Hime from the East to ensure the preservation of youkai blood within his family. On the wedding night, his Hebi-youkai bride was nowhere to be found.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a while, the thick smell of human blood came to him and he hurried to the bedroom of his girl-child where it was coming from. The Hebi-youkai's lips were stained with the blood of the girl-child and her snake fang-marks clear on the neck of the dead girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Hebi-youkai bride smiled and told him joyfully that his reputation was safe now that she had got rid of the human girl-child who all the other youkai lords saw as his weakness. Was her husband not glad that the human who tarnished his reputation now lay dead?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hardly had she finished speaking than the Inu-youkai drew his katana and sliced off the head of his new bride. It took a moment for him to realise what he had done. Then he drew his life-giving sword from its halberd, and for the second time, restored the human girl-child to life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The human girl-child was badly poisoned by the Hebi-venom of her murderess and for a month lay in an uneasy coma. During this time, the Second Lord Inu-youkai was besieged by battles by the vengeful Hebi-youkai House who sought retribution for the death of their Hime. Much youkai blood was spilt in this month: all of it was Hebi-youkai blood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was Spring when his girl-child opened her eyes for the first time and said his name. Warmth filled his youkai heart and he was glad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon as he was sure she was cured, the Second Lord-Inuyoukai picked out snow-white and blood-red silk for his girl-child's new kimono, ordered that they be embroidered with gold and silver thread, and made into the most beautiful shiro-maku and uchikake that ever existed in Japan. The servants understood the significance of the garments they had been commanded to procure, and realized then that their charge was no longer a girl-child, but had grown into womanhood. With the constant, brief, seasons and her endless happy ways, they had hardly noticed the change in her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shortly after, their master went off in his usual manner, saying that he had gone to seek something precious from the humans who dwelt in his lands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before the moon-cycle was complete, the glowing white figure of their master returned and as he walked in the gardens, and his girl-child ran out to meet him. He handed her two golden kanzashi which he had journeyed to her human homeland to find. Remembering their purpose from her early days among humans, she blushed as she realised his meaning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day, the sun rose on the Second Lord Inu-youkai of the Western Lands alone under the sakura trees in his ceremonial yoroi. His white hair swayed gently in the breeze and his amber eyes watched eagerly for the arrival of the woman who the fates had decreed he would mate. The Hime of the Western Lands was in her room as her servants combed her hair into bunkin-takashimada and adorned it with the gold kanzashi that their master had travelled far to find. The completed shiro-maku and uchikake were brought out from the cupboard and truly - they were the most beautiful in all of Japan. They fastened the hakoseko and ceremonial kaiken to her waist and when they looked at her finally, her gentle human beauty lit up the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His whole court was present when the Second Lord of the Western Lands bound himself forever to his mate in the first official recorded marriage between Youkai Lord and human. In the splendour of his garden under the sakura trees, he made the marriage-wounds swiftly, and as his youkai blood mingled with her human blood, they thus bound themselves together irrevocably in life and in death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that day, the Hime became the Kisaki of the palace. Wherever the Lady of the Western Lands went, servants bowed low and honoured her. Their master had always been a cold and emotionless youkai, but to his mate he was tender and loving beyond expectation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For many years, the palace grew in prosperity and happiness. The Kisaki seemed to charm every venture of the Lord of the Western Lands so that his lands increased ten fold over the years, even as the houses of Hebi, Neko and Ryu decayed. As he had promised, she was often allowed to travel with him, following him wherever he had business and never leaving his side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over time, she bore him ten children, nine strong sons and a daughter, each with white hair, amber eyes, and human hearts. The Western Lands prospered under the rulership of their strong family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Though she was human, she aged slowly, for the youkai blood in her kept her young. It was two hundred summers before her hair turned fully white to match his, and the bloom began fading from her cheeks. She stopped traveling with him then and took to her bed. Her children and husband gathered about her bedside, and they grieved to see her suffer. But she smiled, and asked for fresh flowers to be kept near her during her last days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her husband stayed by her bed for three months, never leaving her side, never sleeping or resting, till one day, she grasped his hand and said, &amp;quot;For all you have done for me, I thank you shitawashii danna-sama. Twice you have given me new life, but even your life-giving katana cannot save me from death again because it is my time.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He nodded and stroked her brow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She smiled a final time as she said, &amp;quot;My only regret is that I can no longer follow wherever you go.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just as he had expected, when her heart stopped beating, he felt his demon heart beat slower with each breath. He gathered his ten children about him that he might explain to them the true meaning of the youkai-human bond he had forged with their mother two hundred years ago. He looked at his ten children and he felt keenly in his failing heart, the strong beat of their ten human hearts inside their bodies. A half-remembered dream from centuries ago returned to him, and he knew that the prophecy was not one of doom, but of glory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I am going to join your okaasan. The bond we made two hundred years ago is calling me, and I must go to her now. The ten of you will honour my house, and rule jointly in my stead. My eldest son will be the Third Lord Inu-Youkai of the Western Lands.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At his words, his nine sons held back tears but his daughter wept and called for her okaasan and chichiue. She was shushed by her eldest brother, who held her tightly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, the Second Lord Inu-Youkai of the Western lands took his mate in his arms and breathed his last, for the marriage bond between youkai and human had decreed that this was to be his fate, though he had never told his mate it would be so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She was waiting for him in the field of flowers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her youth was restored to the time when they had made their marriage bond, and her wedding shiro-maku glowed white. He looked into the distance and saw a comforting bright light, and felt a lightness and happiness that he had never felt before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By instinct, he knew that the light called them and they must go to it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sesshoumaru-sama!&amp;quot; cried his wife, as she ran into his arms. &amp;quot;Where were you? I was waiting for you to come back!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They embraced each other and he turned to look at the light.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Let's go, Rin&amp;quot; he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And as she always had…she followed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This tale records the first official marriage between an Inu-youkai Lord and a human woman, and is still told by the inu-hanyou (half-blooded) descendents to their children today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the Second Lord Inu-youkai had predicted, the addition of human blood to the pure inu-youkai bloodline ensured that when the glory days of youkai were over, and the Hebi, Neko and Ryu houses hunted down, cursed or sealed away, the Inu descendents continued to live amongst humans.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The royal crest of their house became ten human hearts joined in a circle, and they were double-blessed with the dharma of humans, and the great skills of youkai.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owari.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By, Zensho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDCXfAgrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/I6AuHFTZCoI/s1600-h/51684533rb1%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="51684533rb1" alt="51684533rb1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDEvMCSwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ovsdIzY66l0/51684533rb1_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dunno why I’m crying, but it’s so awesome&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Zensho, whoever you are, YOU ARE GENIUS!!!! I mean the story is all fanfic but I like it ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sesshomaru and Rin Banzai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDGetekXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rWZdBNGdYM8/s1600-h/2586342460_bc19d503e5%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2586342460_bc19d503e5" border="0" alt="2586342460_bc19d503e5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDHp_LE4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nBbA4CmjSkQ/2586342460_bc19d503e5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDKfifhEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3_nYV0T4cHg/s1600-h/158535653_c86cecfc03%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="158535653_c86cecfc03" border="0" alt="158535653_c86cecfc03" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDLYXQZNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nfb_Z4Oy7nk/158535653_c86cecfc03_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDNlmDWOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fqxui70qm9E/s1600-h/AdultRin%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="AdultRin" border="0" alt="AdultRin" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDPwVe0kI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GwVUR_swxKw/AdultRin_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDRXNrKqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dyIY-WUA0Nk/s1600-h/SesshomaruRin61%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SesshomaruRin61" border="0" alt="SesshomaruRin61" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDSVhOP1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/hZriv-lc8Aw/SesshomaruRin61_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(All the awesome Fanarts I’ve found ^^)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4750848013965944900?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4750848013965944900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-human-hearts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4750848013965944900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4750848013965944900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-human-hearts.html' title='Ten Human Hearts'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSDEvMCSwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ovsdIzY66l0/s72-c/51684533rb1_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1879983362363099945</id><published>2009-10-13T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:33:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahaha! In your FACE (if u hav one) PMR!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Though there's nothin much to be 'in your face' about (cept that i survived and conquered you) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PMR IS FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Now I can PARTY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StRzgvckfDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RUBH02qfwaU/s1600-h/14179412xo6%5B5%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="14179412xo6" alt="14179412xo6" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StRzhgzfleI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YrTUoxXbrt0/14179412xo6_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="76" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whoops…. I mean PARTY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StRzje8k6bI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0PbPJDFr3qs/s1600-h/16593617tz0%5B12%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="16593617tz0" alt="16593617tz0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StRzlOQZGWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/X75UhUINyAk/16593617tz0_thumb%5B8%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1879983362363099945?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1879983362363099945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/muahaha-in-your-face-if-u-hav-one-pmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1879983362363099945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1879983362363099945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/muahaha-in-your-face-if-u-hav-one-pmr.html' title='Muahaha! In your FACE (if u hav one) PMR!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StRzhgzfleI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YrTUoxXbrt0/s72-c/14179412xo6_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2380574532498178548</id><published>2009-09-26T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:35:03.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went to a clinic nearby cause I had an eye infection… Yes, what’s with my sister shouting “STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! YOU INFECTION!!!” throughout today… and yesterday… and refusing to touch anything of mine… sigh… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having to walk around in my glasses… which although gives me wonderful sight… gives me an awful headache too… Not that I’m not used to headaches by now, but it’s still annoying…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor gave me this weird toothpaste like translucent medicine that i actually have to put INTO my eyes… Now when I close my left eye I see this cloudy images of different colours with my right eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So bloody itchy… and it hurts too when I blink… Which idiot went into public with this eye disease, allowing other ppl like me to get it… I was actually the third person that day to see the doctor for the same reason… Which reminds me, I probably got it when I went to Sungai Wang on Wednesday... But I hav no regrets that i went there. Cause I bought this lovely pair of heels and two dazzling skirts. All I will do is curse that idiot of a person who passed me this infection!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, look at the bright side… At least it’s the hols so I won’t be given the chance to pass this disease to other ppl… except my family… My sister now saying “ Looking at you makes my eye itchy” and starts to scratch her eye… Reminding me exactly how itchy my eye is… I mean… what idiot will scratch her eye when her sister has eye infection… is she that desperate to get it too? Her already getting the same infection once should ward her off… But no… she still scratches her eye… Which reminds me, the female in our family hav all gotten this infection… Mine being my first time… and hopefully the last…. My mum had it countless of times when she was young… How did she stand it?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2380574532498178548?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2380574532498178548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2380574532498178548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2380574532498178548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-doctor.html' title='Visit to the doctor'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4175036256905769078</id><published>2009-09-23T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:12:34.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I studied for at least four hours a day and I still haven’t reach half of my homework… (inner voice: Maybe that’s coz you spent half or the time dreaming off cause of your short attention span) SHUT UP!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I blame the time i used on looking up stuff… with my books… Oh look!!! Butterfly! (inner voice: See, ur doing it again) SHUT UP ANNOYING VOICE IN MY HEAD!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh great, mum’s home… better go back to studying now (inner voice: You mean dreaming right?) WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4175036256905769078?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4175036256905769078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/pmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4175036256905769078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4175036256905769078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/pmr.html' title='PMR!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2231107614779017039</id><published>2009-09-23T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:58:59.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Da Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruRMFqdaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Kr4P3P2Jb8s/s1600-h/Deformed%20love%20or%20angel%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Deformed love or angel" border="0" alt="Deformed love or angel" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruRiPmWqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/u82FE_hjyUk/Deformed%20love%20or%20angel_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Doesn’t this cloud look cute? Looks like a deformed heart shape&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruSdPpsjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/A-IZvlGsC-M/s1600-h/DSC00131%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00131" border="0" alt="DSC00131" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruTIwtD1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/mpwo9qPsbIA/DSC00131_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Light from the darkness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruT1OdVwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U_GKwuYBg2o/s1600-h/DSC00145%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00145" border="0" alt="DSC00145" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruUq88ETI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bfjuz2TBc8A/DSC00145_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of my favourite morning skies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruVRWgA1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/_w8mAvOJgNA/s1600-h/Mild%20wind%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mild wind" border="0" alt="Mild wind" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruVzSSQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/uVYeJIDmltw/Mild%20wind_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Mild Wind in the Sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruWuaXQEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bJitr99pwuk/s1600-h/DSC00142%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00142" border="0" alt="DSC00142" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruXfqLtGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uKOGGpY_bf0/DSC00142_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Doesn’t this sorta give you a going up to heaven feel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruYIkh2jI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4ki9ZKiwH7g/s1600-h/DSC00143%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00143" border="0" alt="DSC00143" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruY4HyroI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KaV2B__Qx2E/DSC00143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm… No, this one’s more like it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruZW4rCUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/egkODsDISe4/s1600-h/DSC00122%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00122" border="0" alt="DSC00122" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruaG-MXgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/03dCC5mFIE8/DSC00122_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" height="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fluffy sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srrua5E752I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lK3Ns3MOhxY/s1600-h/DSC00120%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00120" border="0" alt="DSC00120" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrubgM7hTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/mRl_t0LdujA/DSC00120_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh great, someone took a bite out of it… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrucLMXsKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7NmCPh1Kq9E/s1600-h/DSC00094%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00094" border="0" alt="DSC00094" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srruc9g3vUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Y8hNI5wkOog/DSC00094_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I would like my Sky bright blue with just a dash of clouds please&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrudpT57QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/t7MYRtSFsh4/s1600-h/434%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="434" border="0" alt="434" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrueWDNclI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9Q7lyfiwKt4/434_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The calm before the storm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srrufjc5SlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VXc8DlLeEyc/s1600-h/442%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="442" border="0" alt="442" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrugQPtOmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P8S-tVac4qQ/442_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why, you should never hide under a tree when it’s about to rain….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoyed the pictures I had the courtesy to take! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please always look up, you might actually discover something amazing.,. Of course unless you’re indoors or your taking a walk or crossing the road… Then you might not see anything or you’ll fall down or get knocked down by a car… YAY!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2231107614779017039?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2231107614779017039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-of-da-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2231107614779017039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2231107614779017039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-of-da-sky.html' title='Pictures of Da Sky'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrruRiPmWqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/u82FE_hjyUk/s72-c/Deformed%20love%20or%20angel_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1765291437542730180</id><published>2009-09-23T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:37:40.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I found in my Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I finally had the time to transfer the pics from my camera to my com… Let’s see what we have here….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpXkY73BI/AAAAAAAAAWY/21S6NNn86tk/s1600-h/P3290001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P3290001" border="0" alt="P3290001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpYXfhD6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ohii6APCzpk/P3290001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me and Gwen’s trip to the museum (There were many other ppl… but i chose this pic for various reasons)… Odd… I thought I lost this photo… &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Oh well….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there’s this pizza… The first one I’ve ever made…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpZQokNMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xNx5uDLEwUk/s1600-h/P6030045%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P6030045" border="0" alt="P6030045" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpaJ-YMWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M-JsgAHs-x8/P6030045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is it before it went into the oven. Since mine was the last pizza mine consist of all the leftover material… So it was a 1/3 chicken, 1/3 tuna and 1/3 chicken pizza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srrpa9VBuoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tuysgq6NPxQ/s1600-h/P6030046%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P6030046" border="0" alt="P6030046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpbpYphWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wcewBaOla58/P6030046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taa-daa! It’s out from the oven… Yum yum…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srrpci3xBII/AAAAAAAAAWw/vRxrFpLgFIc/s1600-h/P7070080%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P7070080" border="0" alt="P7070080" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpdOdqMhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d0h4mdEVpP4/P7070080_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is our father’s birthday present!!! Consisting of steak (mutton) and potato salad by my sister and salad, wine and other deco item by me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpeJf16iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PW-xh-h34Yk/s1600-h/P7010076%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P7010076" border="0" alt="P7010076" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpeyrwGnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8aDRpn8swFA/P7010076_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Yes… How can I ever forget this… My Graduation from Advanced Japanese one!!!!!! The one to your extreme left is Seraku-sensei, our jap teacher from Japan, followed by Eric-san, Yen-san(down), Ayu-san(up), Me, aka Haru-san(down), Ying Heong-san(dunno how to spell his name)(up), My sis, aka Setsuna-san(down), em… can’t seem to remember her name(up) and Jia Wei-san. The rest of the students couldn’t make it to take the exam on that day so they weren’t in the photo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Srrpf1MyQII/AAAAAAAAAXI/pIN5P7T-Fvc/s1600-h/P7190088%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P7190088" border="0" alt="P7190088" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpgnqW22I/AAAAAAAAAXM/yW7l58SczPM/P7190088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh right, and we found this in our backyard… Cool isn’t it? But there weren’t any eggs in there… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1765291437542730180?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1765291437542730180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-i-found-in-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1765291437542730180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1765291437542730180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-i-found-in-my-camera.html' title='Stuff I found in my Camera'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SrrpYXfhD6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ohii6APCzpk/s72-c/P3290001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5588531851690585464</id><published>2009-08-28T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:44:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate+ Banana</title><content type='html'>Sure, it's nice if you eat it together... But blend it up and it makes a terrible drink.... Trust me, I've tried it.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm drinking it right now, in Coffee Bean. Piece of advice... Never come in here with just a t-shirt and a short pants on.... It's so cold my hands hurt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5588531851690585464?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5588531851690585464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/chocolate-banana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5588531851690585464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5588531851690585464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/chocolate-banana.html' title='Chocolate+ Banana'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1873332791852651229</id><published>2009-08-27T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:24:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's word of the day...</title><content type='html'>It's an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;family!&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classical guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeBautEfgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ujc_UC6qua0/s1600-h/classical_guitar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374906976503627266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeBautEfgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ujc_UC6qua0/s320/classical_guitar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;electric guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeBDBwRHOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NrpLV4mM0V8/s1600-h/godin_freeway_classic_guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374906569300450530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeBDBwRHOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NrpLV4mM0V8/s320/godin_freeway_classic_guitar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ukulele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeCw8w2U3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/kglzikWKIjo/s1600-h/0810090615-ukulele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374908457746322290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeCw8w2U3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/kglzikWKIjo/s320/0810090615-ukulele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, I luv tat word... Sounds so cute and odd. You-ke-lei-lei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1873332791852651229?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1873332791852651229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1873332791852651229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1873332791852651229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-word-of-day.html' title='Today&apos;s word of the day...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpeBautEfgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ujc_UC6qua0/s72-c/classical_guitar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7527282073706558951</id><published>2009-08-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:55:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE!!!</title><content type='html'>1. What is the worst thing about hugs?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone u hardly knows comes up to you and press her huge b**bs against u... ( It was one of the most horrible day ever...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember who it was anyways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What candy can you eat a whole bag of without getting sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Almost all XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you talk to anybody random today?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did anything in particular brighten up your day?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Refer previous post (hint: has somethin to do wif Gwen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did your last outing involve the police?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That's a stupid question to ask... Of course it did... not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you could hug anyone right now, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;My pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you make every decision as if your parents are watching you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you were grounded?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my house we dun use tat system ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you love anybody more than words can say?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever gotten the butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea... They taste great (Gwen: HUI YI!!! STOP EATING EVERYTHING YOU SEE!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at 12 AM four days ago?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno... Either using the com or reading...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you sleep with shoes on?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I dun walk in my house wif them... Do u expect me to put them back on when I'm about to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could change anything about your past would you?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No... refer previous post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Do you bail on people often?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Does anyone think you are a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Almost every guy in my class i suppose ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Why did your last relationship end?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still a happy single&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you consider your best friends attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Lets once a gain refer to best fren as close frens) Not unless Gwen's mirror breaking, scream evoking, eye blinding, cry causing looks are attractive. My other frens r ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was the last time you went skating?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is lying ever okay?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is your best friend a girl or a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I hav both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, wudn't do it if i cud anyways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. A best friend should always:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last thing that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be able to work... Next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;28. Someone trips in front of you- what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Depends... If it's a fren or a girl or an old woman or aunty I'll help her up and ask if she's ok... If it's a guy I'll just ask if he's ok then walk away (He most probably wudn't wan to be helped anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Is SocialSplash.com better than MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dunno... Never used either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever attended a school dance?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. A random person you don't know says they like you. You:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me likes me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite thing to do while watching a movie?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm not sure, popcorn...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you enjoy cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not really... Depends who I'm cuddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever woke up next to someone and smiled?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you a good speller?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hAHAHAHAHAHA... Cudn't do tat to safe my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is or was your best subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dunno... English...? Ironic since I can't spell... Oh, I know. Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your friend is pregnant- you say?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Can you speak another language?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese, Japanese(ok ok only), Cantonese, Hokian(a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you remember the name of your 3rd grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er... Er.... I remember I didn't like her... Oh rite, Wu Lau Shi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who do you look up to the most?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesshoumaru-sama!!! *swirls in circles of joy*&lt;/em&gt;  He's handsome, coldblooded, only meddles in things that interest him, kills without blinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How much did you weight at birth?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wud i kno? U expect me to remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I really cud I'll be in university now la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Do you like to run?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Depends... I dun mind if I hav an MP3 and my wittle Ryan (My doggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you plan on dressing up for Halloween this year?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anything not pink and or fluffy... Talking bout halloween reminds me of Gwen... who wants to wear spiky boob armor and hair bun ears and flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When is the last time you talked to your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Last Sat..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you broken a bone or gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stitches yes, no broken bones. I usually break them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like deviled eggs?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; like the word devil-ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have deja vu often?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sometimes... I feel like I've seen the event happen b4... maybe in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ever experienced a rendezvous?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I guess you can count tat as once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you believe in true love or love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither I guess... Especially love at first sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. Favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Er... Dunno... I like a few of them... But nothing ever dies... not even the bad guys T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7527282073706558951?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7527282073706558951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7527282073706558951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7527282073706558951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more.html' title='ONE MORE!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2736240215863336862</id><published>2009-08-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:44:24.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE TAG</title><content type='html'>My kind of boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as my eyes dun hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My definition of smart isn't 'A' scorer... Yes, must be smart!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My age or older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taller than me. Guys who are shorter than me are sad sad sad ppl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about a sense of humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wudn't mind tat. Yes or no also can. As long as he is not annoying and understands my sense of humour. So I'll go for the word subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One on the ear is ok... but not more than tat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the main and the must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE PINK! WIMP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One an acceptable basis or not at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot be thinner than me but not too fat either...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asian...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long hair only works with Anime &amp;amp; Manga characters... It real life it makes man look dirty and messy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood, organ, bone, meat and skin...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can never stand body odour, I get sick and puke instantly... But I'm allergic to man perfume...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They shud all DIE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a blue moon... I like alcohol too... but not too much. Oh, btw, I dun really like ppl who drink too much beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno... Too happy happy joy joy for me... But I wudn't mind the frenly part I guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm... No body builders... Eeik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too common...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Considerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... I suck at it so... Doesn't really matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye! *Hits him with a suitcase*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't matter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who cares? It'll come off anyways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not too shy but must kno the meaning of noisy... Hesistance is ok but not those that can never decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or Good Boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mix of both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... Not too active... I need my space too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm... WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dance... But the guy can't be a classic dancer... The thought of thight pants makes me puke. Modern dancer is ok but i dun really care whether he dances or not... Singing is not a must but it's ok too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if in he owns a stunner? Cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dance? Then I wudn't mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One is ok but not more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr Count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun really care... But somehow I find those guys a little shallow, then of course, I hav never held high respect to the other gender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I luv books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys writing luv letters... Depends how they write lah... But I wud prefer talking face to face or sms or through the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure. But not like a child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't really get to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends on the genre he writes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can get annoying, but it usually depends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh... I wud like tat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other religions are ok if it's subtle... Not against my religion pls, freethinkers are ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or Internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gamer is ok... But not addict&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not much of a girl who lives on fantasy romance . But wat the heck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2736240215863336862?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2736240215863336862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2736240215863336862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2736240215863336862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-tag.html' title='MORE TAG'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-334159613370399797</id><published>2009-08-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:08:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun wanna sleep yet</title><content type='html'>So i shall do tags!!! That doesn't make sense... Yet, since when do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HOW'S:&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got stabbed by a piece of glass and had 4 stitches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forcing presents out of Gwen... I mean, with cake and nice dinner....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bored and tired but strangely not sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to buy a book, learned how to play a classical guitar piece, read the book till late, or shud i say early into the morning ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strangled it out from a normal passer-by coz I liked it... I mean I bought it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Depends wat u mean by best fren, coz accordin to my definition i will never hav a best fren, so let's just use the term closer fren for this Q and all the others... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess you can say we talk to each other a lot but seldom meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Married?!?! Me?!?! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15+1, you do the maths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;br /&gt;Your mothers name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why wud u wanna kno?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The usuals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... Living it I guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting very rich very fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fustration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Getting really rich really fast... ) A moment to think alone and sort things out, I suppose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loyalty (and money ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By a lover? Nope, never had one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becoming Gwen's fren XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-_- Do I look like someone who wud do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. In fact, I am a blessed single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only one book ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno... Perhaps my dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;br /&gt;Where do your best friends live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-_- Sunway... Sis wanted to buy stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My room...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*  Dun ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, I ate him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lazy to explain... So I'll just say fate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get a Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wats tat (Gwen: "Oh, Hui Yi...")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you like the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun really like anyone now... Unless ur talking bout myself... Then it's coz I'm awesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's in normal life than levatation... If not then Ice and Water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really... I wud prefer to travel time to be able to do more things than to change one thing... One can never hav enough time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen=yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun hav any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It cud be better... Yet it cud also be worst...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-334159613370399797?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/334159613370399797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/dun-wanna-sleep-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/334159613370399797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/334159613370399797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/dun-wanna-sleep-yet.html' title='Dun wanna sleep yet'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4897199857805851498</id><published>2009-08-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:18:27.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere is safe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAhmIZZnPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GGEQ8e9umhM/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372831294425767154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAhmIZZnPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GGEQ8e9umhM/s320/DSC00006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in my jap class's downstair toilet... Went back right out of it... Someone is watching you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4897199857805851498?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4897199857805851498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/nowhere-is-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4897199857805851498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4897199857805851498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/nowhere-is-safe.html' title='Nowhere is safe...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAhmIZZnPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GGEQ8e9umhM/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8092441771868791327</id><published>2009-08-22T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:43:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if you are lifeless?</title><content type='html'>You know you are lifeless when ur best fren dresses like this and walks around school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAf6cet7JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6BJ7KNozO9I/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372829444390907026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAf6cet7JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6BJ7KNozO9I/s320/DSC00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-8092441771868791327?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8092441771868791327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-know-if-you-are-lifeless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8092441771868791327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8092441771868791327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-know-if-you-are-lifeless.html' title='How do you know if you are lifeless?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SpAf6cet7JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6BJ7KNozO9I/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5648437925146818879</id><published>2009-08-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:27:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>I just ran through the pics I took when I was standard six, on the last day.... I realised a few things and remembered a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lots of my frens looked much different back then&lt;br /&gt;2. I really had a lot of acnes&lt;br /&gt;3. Sky really looks lake a ma wat (ma lat+ Wat tat) man. &lt;br /&gt;4. Nicole really had very bushy short hair back then&lt;br /&gt;5. Esther was one of those ppl who still looks quite alike&lt;br /&gt;6. I was wearing a YELLOW t-shirt on the last day... YELLOW!!! ew...&lt;br /&gt;7. Wan May and Ling Jie still had short hair back then. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;8. Khai Li and Wan May were prefects... I had forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;9. I didn't take enough pictures... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5648437925146818879?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5648437925146818879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5648437925146818879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5648437925146818879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3691237476307926893</id><published>2009-08-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:55:16.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad Kid... Muahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Before you start, tag 15 people or more. You must re-tag the person who tagged you. And your results is your title for this tag. (Got it from facebook, do if you want)&lt;br /&gt;Now start. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. . . ( 1 point for each one question )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smoked.&lt;br /&gt;2. consumed alcohol. [X] ( XD So many different kind of them)&lt;br /&gt;3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex. [X] (Dad... Altough he then kicked me off it in his sleep...)&lt;br /&gt;4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex. [x] (mum, sis, cousin, niece, granma....)&lt;br /&gt;5. kissed someone of the same sex. &lt;br /&gt;6. had sex.&lt;br /&gt;7. had someone in your room other than family. [x] (friends)&lt;br /&gt;8. watched porn. &lt;br /&gt;9. bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;10. tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taken painkillers. &lt;br /&gt;2. taken someone else's prescription medicine. &lt;br /&gt;3. lied to your parents. [x] &lt;br /&gt;4. lied to a friend. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. snuck out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;6. done something illegal. &lt;br /&gt;7. felt hurt. [x]&lt;br /&gt;8. hurt someone. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. wished someone to die.[X]&lt;br /&gt;10. seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed curfew. &lt;- can't miss somethin u dun hav&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed out all night. &lt;br /&gt;3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself. &lt;br /&gt;4. been to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;5. received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;6. been to rehab.&lt;br /&gt;7. dyed your hair. &lt;br /&gt;8. been in an accident. [X] (Wasn't injured... Unless being knocked by a bicycle counts)&lt;br /&gt;9. been to a club. &lt;br /&gt;10. been to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been to a wild party. &lt;br /&gt;2. been to a Mardi Gras parade.&lt;br /&gt;3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night. &lt;br /&gt;4. had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;5. sniffed anything. [X] (My food, my drink, almost anything I find suspicious to eat or drink)&lt;br /&gt;6. wore black nail polish. [X] [So many times]&lt;br /&gt;7. wore arm bands. [X]&lt;br /&gt;8. wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;9. listened to rap. [x] &lt;br /&gt;10. owned a 50 Cent CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dressed Gothic [X]&lt;br /&gt;2. dressed girly. [X] (How does this symbolise you as a bad person?(&lt;br /&gt;3. dressed punk. [X]&lt;br /&gt;4. dressed grunge.[X]&lt;br /&gt;5. stole something.&lt;br /&gt;6. been too drunk to remember anything. &lt;br /&gt;7. blacked out. &lt;br /&gt;8. fainted. &lt;br /&gt;9. had a crush on a neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush on a friend.  &lt;br /&gt;2. been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3. dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;5. called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;6. installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;7. broken a mirror. &lt;br /&gt;8. showered at someone of the opposites sex's house. &lt;br /&gt;9. brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: still 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;2. seen an R-rated movie in theater. [X]&lt;br /&gt;3. cruised the mall. [X]&lt;br /&gt;4. skipped school. [x] (only once or twice, with encouragement from mum too)&lt;br /&gt;5. had surgery. &lt;br /&gt;6. had an injury. [x] (I'll be surprised to find anyone who's above 5 but had never gotten injured b4.)&lt;br /&gt;7. gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping. &lt;br /&gt;9. caught something on fire. [X] (Burn! Burn! Burn I say! Burn!) &lt;br /&gt;10. lied about your age. [X] (How do you think I watch movies... that dun suit my age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. owned/rented an apartment/house. &lt;br /&gt;2. broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;4. got in trouble with the police.&lt;br /&gt;5. talked to a stranger. [x] (How else can anyone make friends)&lt;br /&gt;6. hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;7. kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;8. rode in the car with a stranger. [x] (The taxi driver ;P)&lt;br /&gt;9. been harassed. [X] (beind bullied counts rite? Though tat person got wat she deserved and transfered school the next year...)&lt;br /&gt;10.been verbally harassed. [x] (Happens... But usually I carry it out... Muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. met face-to-face with someone you met online. [x] (My best fren ^^)&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight. [X] (Yea, watchin manga/anime/fanfic)&lt;br /&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched TV for 5 hours straight. [x] &lt;br /&gt;5. been to a fair. &lt;br /&gt;6. been called a bad influence. &lt;br /&gt;7. drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. prank-called someone. [X]&lt;br /&gt;9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;10. cheated on a test. [x] (Long, long time ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 33 [I'm a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Have Less Than 10.. write [I'm a Goody Goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 10.. write [I'm still a goody goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more Than 20..write [I'm average]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 30..write [I'm a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;If You have more than 40..write [I'm a very bad influence]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 50..write [I'm a horrible person]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 60..write [I should be in jail]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [I should be dead]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3691237476307926893?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3691237476307926893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-bad-kid-muahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3691237476307926893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3691237476307926893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-bad-kid-muahahahaha.html' title='I&apos;m a bad Kid... Muahahahaha'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3664136133884343053</id><published>2009-08-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:21:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>My school just has to make everything so hard for us...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they give us a test that's only a little harder than PMR?&lt;br /&gt;But NO, they had to make it 10 times harder and the results so devastating it made me write this (watever u call it) during Monday. &lt;br /&gt;It's so fustrating that I did my best in all my life and my results just made me want to knock myself against a wall...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cut out for studying... &lt;br /&gt;But I WILL prove myself!!! Regardless of whether I can study or not! I can't stand losing to myself! I WILL NOT LOSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I feel much better in comparison to Monday, the grief just got numb and went back into tat small containment unit in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3664136133884343053?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3664136133884343053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3664136133884343053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3664136133884343053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-36619769166187690</id><published>2009-08-22T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:16:17.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live my life</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I smiled&lt;br /&gt;Smiled with no despair in my heart&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I laughed&lt;br /&gt;Laughed from the core of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to disappear&lt;br /&gt;My will to live&lt;br /&gt;My drive to laugh&lt;br /&gt;All drowned out&lt;br /&gt;by despair, hate and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are spreading&lt;br /&gt;From their prison in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Slowly escaping out&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening their grip on my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning blind&lt;br /&gt;no longer can i see&lt;br /&gt;what love means to me&lt;br /&gt;All that i once hold dear&lt;br /&gt;are becoming numb memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I show isn't what I feel&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm not even sure&lt;br /&gt;What I really feel&lt;br /&gt;Or if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;From all my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;All my pain&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know they will&lt;br /&gt;Gradually catch up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live&lt;br /&gt;But no one can see&lt;br /&gt;The creature they plant in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me what is good&lt;br /&gt;Your efforts just bring pain&lt;br /&gt;Your words just cause sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Live life as I please&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;What really means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more do I feel&lt;br /&gt;No more can I see&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you stop&lt;br /&gt;Throwing crap at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me live&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be&lt;br /&gt;However hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be who you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good ever comes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new ever happens&lt;br /&gt;I just want understanding&lt;br /&gt;Is that just so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can give&lt;br /&gt;So take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Or bring a knife to my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-36619769166187690?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/36619769166187690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/36619769166187690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-live-my-life.html' title='I want to live my life'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7987854247584322541</id><published>2009-07-19T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:31:28.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad...</title><content type='html'>My dad fetched me home from tuition an hour ago... He got home and started sleeping while I used my com. Then suddenly he rushed out think that he had forgotten to fetch me.... Hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7987854247584322541?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7987854247584322541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7987854247584322541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7987854247584322541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad.html' title='Dad...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8974621202820940420</id><published>2009-07-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:17:11.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm afraid of 10 out of 72 common fears"</title><content type='html'>If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 11-20, you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t have any are full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 of your friends and find out whether or not they suffer paranoia. (Hey if ur a fren, do me the favor of doing this)&lt;br /&gt;I fear...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black people (wth?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the dark (it's calming)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying single forever (tat's wat i'm planning to do)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being a parent &lt;br /&gt;[ ] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[x] heights ( I always imagine how my phone or valuble stuff might fall and break)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs (they are so cute)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;total so far:1&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire (pretty flame)&lt;br /&gt;[x] deep water (I can't swim and almost drowned once, ok?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes (I hav a reptile loving sister)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silk (WAT?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the ocean (depends, am I in it?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success (ok....)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads (again, reptile lovin sis)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jumping from high places (though I'm afraid of heights, this seems acceptable, since jumping is to get off on my own will, not bein pushed or anythin)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[x] crossing hanging bridges (height management issues, but I still cross them)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] death&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heaven&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being robbed/mugged&lt;br /&gt;[x] falling (more like dropping stuff I own)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dolls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds of people &lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doctors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[x] ghosts (well, since someone i kno really got possessed b4)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains&lt;br /&gt;[ ] odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[x] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[x] becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[x] becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] growing up, old&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;[x] creepy noises in the night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] needles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blood (YAY!!! BLOOD!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;total: 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-8974621202820940420?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8974621202820940420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-afraid-of-10-out-of-72-common-fears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8974621202820940420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8974621202820940420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-afraid-of-10-out-of-72-common-fears.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m afraid of 10 out of 72 common fears&quot;'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4783589447475826779</id><published>2009-07-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:58:12.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally it's over!!!!</title><content type='html'>The bloody concert is finally over!!!! No more screaming and shouting from that b*itch ****** who really doesn't kno wats happening and just likes to shout and scream. After this I will never ever have to even talk to her again (pls stay tat way forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the less happy and joyous side, PMR is nearing, wats with my trial just 3 weeks away... Anyways, our school just sent us a long time table on our study revision... And by long, I mean long. No wonder our school scores so many full A students every year... Anyhow, I still hate PMR but want it to come and go earlier so we can hav FUN! FUN! FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, concert had it's good sides too, aside tat it's over. I'll sumarize the concert as I remembered it. Concert practice started - was thrilled to be choreographer - teacher got this other gay looking dude to come teach us - wasn't happy - gay dude couldn't come often so we had to start choreographing ourselves - was happy to be able to choreograph again - Mdm Kumari joined in right when I had the chance to choreograph - ****** didn't like me so she got Sam to choreogrpher (I dun blame u Sam!!!!) - At first it was me, Sam and Cui Yi choreographing together (tat was just fine) - Kumari wanted to hav us audition for the choreographer spot - We auditioned and ****** didn't let me explain my moves "You didn't prepare at all!!! Go sit down!!!!!" while Sam got to talk all through her presentation... unfair much (Still dun hate u Sam) - choreographing commence (all through it my opinions were blown away by ******) - started goin up to hall to see other dancers perform - decided fav dance wud be Asmara Dana and fav actress wud be Ashrina (dunno how to spell her nam ^^', hopefully it's correct ) - decided that none of the guys can sing well, even mdm Anne agreed to tat when she pushed the mic away when Bryan was goin to hit the high note (no offence) - all the girls sang well - Found Kar Jin totally hilarious... Wats wit his big "man boobs showing" movements and dance. Lets not forget when the whole hall decided to echo his act "How Daare you!!!!" - commenting on the square mountain and when the 3 men were climbing it. It took them 5 secs to climb it and one of them said "it has been a long journey" - starting to enjoy concert but only when ****** was not there - awaiting the chance to see the ending of the play and finding it totally LAME - concert arrives - make up and tie hair for ppl - cam hog - getting sick, making a mistake when i dance - the second day - make up and tie hair for ppl - more cam hog - dance - finally over!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4783589447475826779?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4783589447475826779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4783589447475826779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4783589447475826779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-its-over.html' title='Finally it&apos;s over!!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5549809358178275565</id><published>2009-07-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:00:54.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen dancer</title><content type='html'>She struggled down the stage and was the first one through the back door. Unable to maintain her stability anymore, she did what she couldn't control. She dropped into the nearest seat and began to cry. Her friends surrounded her thinking she was sick, but how can one still feel sick when she has made her first ever mistake in her 11 years of dance performances. She cried and cried until everything felt so numb. The only thought in her mind was to get away from all the other people staring at her. She pushed herself to her feet and let herself be led to the classroom, still crying. Already at her limit she once again fell, but onto the floor of the classroom this time. She cried and cried, her mind slowly clearing. Concern frens were gathered around her, telling her it was ok, tat nobody saw her mistake. Even the teacher came and placed her on a chair. She told her that the performance was brilliant that she didn't notice a thing. Yet what she didn't know was that all the time while she made that mistake the eyes of the principal was on her, accusing her, questioning her... She couldn't tell anybody the whole truth, she didn't have the guts. Her iron hard personality was smashed broken. All she could do was cry. Cry until her eyes swell, until her legs struggle to keep her standing, until she can no longer feel the shame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That her was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's okay to make mistakes, but this time it was too much... To fail in dancing... I couldn't take it... Maybe u wudn'd understand but tats ok... I'm used to keeping in my feelings, my fustration at others who r unable to understand my pain, my urge to slap ******, my anger at how life is going for me, my inpatience towards people that are dear to me... All these are better kept in me... Then ranted out on the people near me, the people dear to me... So forgive me if I distance myself.... Forgive me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5549809358178275565?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5549809358178275565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallen-dancer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5549809358178275565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5549809358178275565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallen-dancer.html' title='Fallen dancer'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4366490911310288234</id><published>2009-07-09T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:53:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.T. Meet</title><content type='html'>For 3 years running my sister has went to my PARENT teacher meet instead of my parents.... In a way thats a good thing yet in another it makes me feel less important T.T&lt;br /&gt; Coz all the teachers had the tenancy to ask my sis:&lt;br /&gt;"which school are you studying at?"&lt;br /&gt;"Help college"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! wat course are you taking"&lt;br /&gt;"Psychology."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how's the subject? Hard?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, there's a lot of research to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z_Z All the teachers were talking bout that... cept the guy teachers....&lt;br /&gt;On the bright and shiny(yulk) side, Mr.Nathan did not tell my sis how noisy i am in class, whats with me and Gwen's sudden laughter in class. Instead he told my sis that I am a GOOD! YES! GOOD! student. MUAHAHAHA!!!! Other teachers also say I'm hardworking, polite, good and deligient (I think I'm gonna puke), cept my Science and Sejarah teacher who say I occasionally look like I'm in dreamland. YAY!!!! DREAMLAND!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4366490911310288234?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4366490911310288234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/pt-meet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4366490911310288234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4366490911310288234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/pt-meet.html' title='P.T. Meet'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-2064233518014088162</id><published>2009-07-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:30:23.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans should die...</title><content type='html'>Humans, in general are:&lt;br /&gt;- greedy&lt;br /&gt;- selfish&lt;br /&gt;- jerks&lt;br /&gt;- ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;- freaking boobs&lt;br /&gt;- profit loving maniacs&lt;br /&gt;- weak&lt;br /&gt;- irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;... and I could go on all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I want to be granted the ability to kill of all of mankind. I dun care if it means all my frens and family will die. It is just but a small price to pay. For centuries, all humans put first is themselves. Even when global warming is happening they are taking action because it effects them. Nobody does it because THEY WERE THE ONE TO COST IT, nobody does it because THEY ARE HARMING THE MANY BEAUTIES OF NATURE. It's because, they are going to be effected by it. Worst still none knows what is truly happening or just doesn't care! How can they still carry out open air burning?!?! How can they use their air conditioners just so they can feel colder when everywhere else is getting hotter and hotter. Even the ice in greenland are melting. The 450 people living there no longer need sledges to travel from one place to another. They use boats, which BTW HARMS THE ENVIRONMENT TOO... And wat happens to those poor dogs whom lose their jobs?!?! THEY STARVE because their owners no longer care about them because they have no need for them!!! All around the world, so many things are happening. I dun giv a freaking damn if humans suffer for this. This is what they deserve! This is the price they must pay!!! Nothing good from humans appearance on earth ever comes!!! Do animals need cities? NO!!! Do plants need houses?!?! NO!!!!  What they really need is for all of us to dissappear.&lt;br /&gt;But that is close to impossible... So can we not do the best we can to make up for all the bad things we've done to earth. There is no way we can fully atone for what we've done. But we can try can't we? THOUSANDS of species are going extint! Act for the sake of these animals whose existances are endangered because of us! Act for the sake of nature! Act for the sake of the lives we affected!!! We the self-proclaimed smartest species on earth is actually the most destructive, harmful, pathetic species of them all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-2064233518014088162?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2064233518014088162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/humans-should-die.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2064233518014088162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/2064233518014088162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/humans-should-die.html' title='Humans should die...'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5338383000297809839</id><published>2009-07-03T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:18:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt; Love</title><content type='html'>Found this thing I wrote that day during chinese class some time ago and since i dunno what to post i guess i'll just post it. Me and Zhi Le each wrote something on the topic: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bittersweet experience, an easy confusion, a miracle, a disaster, a blessing, a curse, an enlightening accident, a misunderstanding waiting to happen and many other things. Love can heal yet destroy you. Love can bring joy and also bring sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your heart stirs with amusement when he smiles. Love is when you automatically seek him out from a crowd and thinks of him no matter what you see. Love is when you want to know everything about him and every minute with him is happy and exciting. Love is when you want to be with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your heart pains to see him in despair. Love is when your heart bleeds to see him with another. Love is when you want him but will never get him. Love is when for him, you can hate everyone else on earth. Love is when you die in his arms and yet still believe him. Love is when he stabs you and you smile. Love is just dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5338383000297809839?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5338383000297809839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5338383000297809839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5338383000297809839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='&gt;_&lt; Love'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1822794299201999644</id><published>2009-06-04T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:46:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hui Yi is now</title><content type='html'>sorta awake, have bed hair and eating maggi mee (the most retarded breakfast I've had in ages).&lt;br /&gt;She is also about to leave for genting (beats the heat down at Kuala Lumpur) therefor is unable to go to Fight for A Reason tomoro T.T (wait, why am i talking third person?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So, you're asmatic, evil and part robot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quoted from night at the musuem 2's Kahmunrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1822794299201999644?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1822794299201999644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hui-yi-is-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1822794299201999644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1822794299201999644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hui-yi-is-now.html' title='Hui Yi is now'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-7013321645705501660</id><published>2009-06-03T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:36:14.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ling Jie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cui Yi&lt;/span&gt;!!! (sorry never post on exact day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Cui Yi for not attending ur bday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Dun the both of u like cookies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-7013321645705501660?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7013321645705501660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7013321645705501660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/7013321645705501660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-3434599140618405248</id><published>2009-05-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:26:35.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Movie titles</title><content type='html'>Remember when i said other stuff that i drew during exams. I couldn't decide which blog to post it on at first but then i decided to post it here since it is more towards lame than hobby. But i guess you can say being lame is my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these r very lame movie titles I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Can u figure out what movies they are based on? (Not much of a challenge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBx4NAJoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bU2GOrBVgjI/s1600-h/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341622958194435714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBx4NAJoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bU2GOrBVgjI/s320/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBqXUOGwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HPq63BREgwU/s1600-h/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341622829107256066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBqXUOGwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HPq63BREgwU/s320/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBgLvonBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/izefwUYHfsM/s1600-h/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(2)+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341622654202321938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBgLvonBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/izefwUYHfsM/s320/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(2)+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-3434599140618405248?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3434599140618405248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-movie-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3434599140618405248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/3434599140618405248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-movie-titles.html' title='Lame Movie titles'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiFBx4NAJoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bU2GOrBVgjI/s72-c/Saturday,+30+May,+2009+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8802141524139805976</id><published>2009-05-30T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:40:34.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Go see my new blog about my non-life related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mihayuki.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.mihayuki.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-8802141524139805976?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8802141524139805976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8802141524139805976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8802141524139805976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog_30.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6464433355354280975</id><published>2009-05-29T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:59:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!!!</title><content type='html'>I dunno where to start... It's been weeks tat i haven blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start wif claimin wat i previously said wrong... Mdm Zainab hired a "pro" choreographer to teach us. My status is now reversed back... "Yay"... I really shud hav just joined props... I know i sound snobbish but i really joined dance with the hope to be able to choreograph. I only hav 5 years and i wanna try everything cept singing (roofs will fall, glass will shatter, floors will split and blood will flow [or rather be vomitted out]). I've tried dancing so all tat is left is acting, choreographing and props... now i can chunk choreographing out the window... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done wit tat. Lets think happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: U're thinking about my death aren't ya?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: I understand you too much. You wanna be fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. OVER!!!!!!!!!! Muahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mid term only though...&lt;br /&gt;There's still trial, PMR, Form 4 entrance exam, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while i was waiting 4 exam to be over i drew a few very lame mangas or i think i shud call them comics and a few other stuff. The first comic is random but the second and third is Gwen based. This was done in a few minutes so do not mind the bad art... Hope you can read the words too and remember to read them according to numbers. Tats important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAESQuIEBI/AAAAAAAAASk/Exn1meQlC9U/s1600-h/Friday,+29+May,+2009+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341273869833998354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAESQuIEBI/AAAAAAAAASk/Exn1meQlC9U/s400/Friday,+29+May,+2009+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAENkl1lkI/AAAAAAAAASc/LCLJvcKRqWk/s1600-h/Friday,+29+May,+2009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341273789268596290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAENkl1lkI/AAAAAAAAASc/LCLJvcKRqWk/s400/Friday,+29+May,+2009+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAEH7ReKBI/AAAAAAAAASU/lf8mB_Q8KX0/s1600-h/Friday,+29+May,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341273692277975058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAEH7ReKBI/AAAAAAAAASU/lf8mB_Q8KX0/s400/Friday,+29+May,+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2784932236751217514-6464433355354280975?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6464433355354280975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6464433355354280975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6464433355354280975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SiAESQuIEBI/AAAAAAAAASk/Exn1meQlC9U/s72-c/Friday,+29+May,+2009+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4978054309249287067</id><published>2009-05-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:58:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert- Istana Melayu</title><content type='html'>This year's concert is Puteri Gunung Ledang. I'm taking part in dancing (again). Cui Yi and urs truly will be choreographing our dance. We r splitting it into 2 groups. One will be the girls (under Cui Yi) and the other "guys" (under me). But the whole dance only have girls so we'll dress up as guys, or rather the "macho" ones ( as Madam Zainab says). Feel irritated to call ourselves guys (the 8 of us, rest under Cui Yi). Never choreographed a dance b4 and to start with Malay dance (something I've never encountered b4) will be a challenge &gt;:D YAY!!! I luv challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Hopefully this year no need to shout like last year when I was the leader (the real leader quit as a leader and I, the vice had to take over T.T) (Shouts in the background: "Mum, please get ready honey 4 me to drink everyday" Mum: "Why?" Me: "To protect my voice" ) =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look 4ward to this challenge with glee -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4978054309249287067?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4978054309249287067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-istana-melayu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4978054309249287067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4978054309249287067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-istana-melayu.html' title='Concert- Istana Melayu'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4128586161369018517</id><published>2009-05-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:04:12.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the First</title><content type='html'>That day, was one very unlucky day for me! Many things that happen i cannot say in my blog, since everyone can read it, but it was an unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stuff that i can say, however. I saw &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assh*le &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as i went to the basketball court to play b.ball. My grandfather was admitted into the hospital (due to high fever. Btw, he's discharged and much better now) and I fell off the stairs and hurt my leg...  T.T Sad day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4128586161369018517?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4128586161369018517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4128586161369018517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4128586161369018517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-first.html' title='May the First'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4202084941460687560</id><published>2009-05-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:58:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzium Negara</title><content type='html'>Since Thursday we were free from school (teachers hav to go for some stuff in Ipoh, my mum and dad too. Very coincidental) A bunch of us went to Muzium Negara for our Sejarah Project. My sis, who was bored (finish watching all her Anime), went along with us. Gwen described it as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Much more canggih than was expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Still can't believe she thought it would be a very &lt;em&gt;'chap pa lang'&lt;/em&gt; place without air-con -_-". But I guess, with her brains, i can't expect much common sense from her. At first it was only the Yi-sisters and Geek goin. The 4 add-ons decided to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole trip was kinda cool, if u leave out the part with Gwen and Geek shouting and drooling over everything they see, "&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! Look! We learnt that in our text book! So Cool!!!&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;". Me &amp;amp; Cui Yi did our best to stay away from them, didn't want any misunderstanding that we knew them. I think the people there thought we ponteng school or something, as other schools dun seem to hav any holidays. We interviewed an ang-mo person who was suppose to be the tour guide(her name was something like Angela, can't remember). So sad that an ang-mo have to be the tour guide of Malaysia muzuim -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, me, Gwen, Cui Yi, Geek and Zhi Pei decided to go Pav to watch movie. But that movie wasn't showing there so we ate at Kono Pizza instead. Comment on food: boleh-tahan kind of good. Then, as we were going down an escalator. A kid with a ballon walked past Gee Keat and the ballon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Poor, poor ballon. Having to end it's short life by seeing Gee Keat's face. Of course, it's sacrifice brought laughter to all of our heart! We will remember you, balloon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-4202084941460687560?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4202084941460687560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/muzium-negara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4202084941460687560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4202084941460687560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/05/muzium-negara.html' title='Muzium Negara'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1010234475011123655</id><published>2009-04-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:37:04.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liking Mid Valley's idea</title><content type='html'>Apart from seeing the Big Blue thing. I also saw this in Mid Valley. I like the idea of public awareness. Saw this cool display of a tree and flowers made from newspaper and cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWqRAv2usI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2jUDu-A8kFM/s1600-h/P3120259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324849343670696642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWqRAv2usI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2jUDu-A8kFM/s400/P3120259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2784932236751217514-1010234475011123655?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1010234475011123655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/liking-mid-valleys-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1010234475011123655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1010234475011123655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/liking-mid-valleys-idea.html' title='Liking Mid Valley&apos;s idea'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWqRAv2usI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2jUDu-A8kFM/s72-c/P3120259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-9078856045400944587</id><published>2009-04-15T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:34:16.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Blue</title><content type='html'>Went to Mid Valley that day. Saw the Big Blue exibition. Not going to say much, since there is the information in the pictures. Usually i would crop away the extra bystanders but since i want to show the comparison in size. I left them there. Here, Ladies and Gents... Is the life size modal of a new born baby Big Blue whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWo9kX5QVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqkQJ7dMQsA/s1600-h/P3120245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847910124863826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWo9kX5QVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqkQJ7dMQsA/s400/P3120245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWo0VsVnAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O4NY3y6Vbgc/s1600-h/P3120252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847751565253634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWo0VsVnAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O4NY3y6Vbgc/s400/P3120252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWos-Jex8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/s3JPDN6ANjQ/s1600-h/P3120253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847624985954242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWos-Jex8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/s3JPDN6ANjQ/s400/P3120253.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/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWolUQNYpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LnOKUwjfWgk/s1600-h/P3120255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847493480800914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWolUQNYpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LnOKUwjfWgk/s400/P3120255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWodHWVbYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FvOlCkmNmkk/s1600-h/P3120256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847352577879426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWodHWVbYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FvOlCkmNmkk/s400/P3120256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWoTt4fXHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xqXt2mF6GQc/s1600-h/P3120254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847191122992242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWoTt4fXHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xqXt2mF6GQc/s400/P3120254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/2784932236751217514-9078856045400944587?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/9078856045400944587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/9078856045400944587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/9078856045400944587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-blue.html' title='Big Blue'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SeWo9kX5QVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqkQJ7dMQsA/s72-c/P3120245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-5633860105285405151</id><published>2009-04-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:52:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna adopt a puppy?</title><content type='html'>My neighbourhood dog (not my dog), just had a litter of puppies. Me and my frens are looking for people who wanna adopt them. If you are interested, look for me at school or if ur of a different school. Call me (dun sms, my phone isn't functioning properly).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we gave them names but u can change them if you want. The black and white one with the brown brows is called Checkers (My fav, I named this particular one). The light brown one is called Ruddy and the black one is called Jet. The dark brown one is called Jack&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sdyoh9PH2CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jO3W6DIKhqI/s1600-h/P3070241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322314160972224546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sdyoh9PH2CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jO3W6DIKhqI/s320/P3070241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the brown and white one called Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdyoQ2ziz2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/1ROjOyGiuv8/s1600-h/P3070237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322313867188162402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdyoQ2ziz2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/1ROjOyGiuv8/s320/P3070237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sdyn7jaEUkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WVbDBJa07V8/s1600-h/P3070232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322313501203780162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sdyn7jaEUkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WVbDBJa07V8/s320/P3070232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdynqPPCemI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xNY3zVKuAwg/s1600-h/P3070231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322313203731036770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdynqPPCemI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xNY3zVKuAwg/s320/P3070231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdymvE_hFeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tUFg5IuGZz0/s1600-h/Bud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322312187369297378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SdymvE_hFeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tUFg5IuGZz0/s320/Bud.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-5633860105285405151?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5633860105285405151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanna-adopt-puppy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5633860105285405151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/5633860105285405151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanna-adopt-puppy.html' title='Wanna adopt a puppy?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Sdyoh9PH2CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jO3W6DIKhqI/s72-c/P3070241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6743168444190574314</id><published>2009-04-08T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:05:31.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death. What does it solve?</title><content type='html'>The answer is... nothing....&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who've tried or thought about commit suiciding, I can tell you. It resolves nada, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are reading this and have once thought of suiciding. You didn't do it or failed to. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, so maybe ur death can bring joy to the mind of pp who despise you. But, if that person hates you, why bring joy to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel that ur too weak to face all the troubles thrown at you and you want a quick way out. So killing urself? You've gotta be kidding me! How can you be selfish enough to cause pain to the people who love you just so you can end your own pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you feel that nobody loves you and ur death wont effect anything. Why give up on urself? Surely you want to be loved before you die. If you think nobody loves you. then go out there and find somebody who would. Then you will not feel like dying cause you know that person cares. If you think you cant find a person like that. You are so wrong... It's not that you can't find one, it's that you think you can't so you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if the person you love doesn't like you at all? Why get sad enough until you wish death on yourself ? If that person was ur reason to live. Then find another. Why waste ur life on someone who doesn't giv a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never commit suicide! I know i make things sound easy. But is it really as hard as you think it is? You figure that out urself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6743168444190574314?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6743168444190574314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-what-does-it-solve.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6743168444190574314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6743168444190574314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-what-does-it-solve.html' title='Death. What does it solve?'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1642322665093815979</id><published>2009-04-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:06:23.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lea Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>The AMAZING race was AMAZINGly tiring, yet AMAZINGly fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went from School&gt; PWTC&gt; Petaling Street&gt; Ampang Park&gt; Bukit Nanas&gt; Sungai Wang&gt;Times Square&gt; School. (Do tell if I missed out anythin or have the sequence wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you shout out to Hui Yi (I rule), Cui Yi (she rules), Gwen (she's Gwen), Isaac's group (Couldn't have done it without you people!!! U people rock), Jun Shern's group (thx 4 all the help. Wudn't make it without u guys either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A certain group today cheated on us. Left without us even though we said we wud help each other out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if all went well, we shud be top 3 for lower sec. Results will be told on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1642322665093815979?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1642322665093815979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/lea-amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1642322665093815979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1642322665093815979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/04/lea-amazing-race.html' title='Lea Amazing Race'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-8028558225086325173</id><published>2009-03-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:33:53.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ps: Hello, this was written last Friday. Posted now, since the hotel is lousy and has no internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight of the sea, all I could think of was: “OMG!!! Why the heck is the water brown in colour?!?!” But as I got pass the bridge and on to the island, I noticed all these really, really old trees, as if in decades of maybe even centuries old trees. At that moment, my mind felt very much at peace. I mean, these trees are even older than my grandmother (whom, by the way is not young anymore but still rather healthy) or my great grans and they are still able to stand strong in a town full of people. If a tree can live strong even with so many threats form the world (I am talking about the humans who want to chop them down), why can’t we stand against the pressure from the people around us? What I am really trying to say is that we should stand strong against peer pressure and always follow our heart (this goes out to my ani who have recently ranted about his people problem) .My wish is that no bastards or assholes come chop these trees down for a puny reason like to build a condo. I’m no environmentalist but still I wish the best for these trees.&lt;br /&gt;As I’m writing this now I am looking out a balcony into a natural environment (except for the polluted sea) full of trees and can even see two dogs playing at the foot of the hotel. Who knew that a city can be so at peace with the natural environment? It’s not like this is my first time here, I’ve been here many times when I was really young but can’t really remember it. I think I wouldn’t mind coming back here, but who knows, I’ve only just arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hotel here is no cruise... That I can say... If you want me to rate this hotel out of ten i wud giv it 1 for having a swimming pool, 1 for the really convenient shop it has downstairs, 1 for the ok ok punya room, 1 for having a tv in the room, 1 for having a bathtub in the room, 1 for having a lot of lifts so i dun hav to wait long, 1 for having a balcony, 1 for the mirrors they have along the walla, -1 for the blur screen of the tv, -1 because most of the power input in the room are spoilt, -1 for not having a safe in the room, -1 for the horrible smell (The smell of dead flower, I’m allergic to most fragrance) in the lobby, -1 because the receptionist is totally unfriendly and was wearing a hideous pink dress, -1 for the terrible service (no bell boy appeared to help us and the towel guy at the swimming pool totally disappeared), -1 for the stupid swimming pool that closes at 8pm and has no lifeguard -1 for the lousy shampoo.... which was so small i can hardly wash my hair. So this hotel’s rating is 0/10. I shall keep the name of this hotel a secret (partly because I can’t remember the name ^^’)&lt;br /&gt;As for the island itself, it is DELICIOUS. As in literally, the food here is awesome!!! Though the teh here is hardly better than the ones my school sell &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i went to Gek Lok Si. I bought this super cool bokuto (wooden katana) and another replica of a katana which is also made by wood. I also saw that they had 'pu lu' growing at this garden on the top. Later, I climbed up the tower which name i cannot remember. Saw this cool view of P.Pinang. Also bought this cool hat&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz2oEZI6-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9un2hCf3LaI/s1600-h/P2230216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317896428252097506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz2oEZI6-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9un2hCf3LaI/s320/P2230216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz7KIvXfiI/AAAAAAAAAME/jxhTD27wvJg/s1600-h/P2230219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317901411581132322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz7KIvXfiI/AAAAAAAAAME/jxhTD27wvJg/s200/P2230219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Here are some pics of my katanas The black it the replica and the brown the bokuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz414TvidI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Re0CRcR8Bb0/s1600-h/P2230218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317898864549661138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz414TvidI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Re0CRcR8Bb0/s200/P2230218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2784932236751217514-8028558225086325173?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8028558225086325173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-hello-this-was-written-last-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8028558225086325173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/8028558225086325173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-hello-this-was-written-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/Scz2oEZI6-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9un2hCf3LaI/s72-c/P2230216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1931429284165917624</id><published>2009-03-19T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:38:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Project by Yi Sistaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome!&lt;/span&gt; Special thx to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt; (She rox ), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Layin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;two really awesome neighbours (identities currently a secret)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gwen Lyne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, Carl, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui&lt;/span&gt; Yi&lt;/span&gt;, Charlie..., &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gwen Yi&lt;/span&gt; (yea, thx a lot for laughin all through the video, now the video plays with your annoying laughter in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, the whole video is totally retarded but maybe I'll post it up here when I'm done editing, which might take a while thx to Gwen's laughing. Almost every video has her laughter in it and I'm no pro movie person with pro equipment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of sad that I didn't get to kill Gwen in her sleep... I mean to have Gwen sleep over here with me yesterday... &gt;_&gt; Em.... Anyways here are some pics from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I get the feeling Cui Yi was saying: Hello? Mental people hospital? I need to report 3 crazy people on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1DpvvHrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Sz9IvAmlgYo/s1600-h/P2150042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314798478368382642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1DpvvHrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Sz9IvAmlgYo/s400/P2150042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1MuJS2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/BN-5rTgrRcs/s1600-h/P2150045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314798634168146178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1MuJS2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/BN-5rTgrRcs/s400/P2150045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1tIguznI/AAAAAAAAALk/3iiX4XJBuKM/s1600-h/P2150044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314799191001583218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1tIguznI/AAAAAAAAALk/3iiX4XJBuKM/s400/P2150044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1nleK7DI/AAAAAAAAALc/xbhxo0FwuDI/s1600-h/P2150046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314799095696256050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1nleK7DI/AAAAAAAAALc/xbhxo0FwuDI/s400/P2150046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1b-T-4xI/AAAAAAAAALU/6p0PJh-aCzE/s1600-h/P2150047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1U4jjywI/AAAAAAAAALM/6XxsjpGRXzU/s1600-h/P2150047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314798774401616642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1U4jjywI/AAAAAAAAALM/6XxsjpGRXzU/s400/P2150047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2784932236751217514-1931429284165917624?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1931429284165917624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-project-by-yi-sistaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1931429284165917624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1931429284165917624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-project-by-yi-sistaz.html' title='Awesome Project by Yi Sistaz'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/ScH1DpvvHrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Sz9IvAmlgYo/s72-c/P2150042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6144238220028388143</id><published>2009-03-15T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:57:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Belated Birthday post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As my B.day was close to da &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't get to blog about it T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some pics on my b.day presents!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzYkvjfTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o_Z9crNfg8Y/s1600-h/P2120794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313359786142551074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzYkvjfTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o_Z9crNfg8Y/s200/P2120794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzY0st3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8EfKDtjVzW4/s1600-h/P2120787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313360060258665394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzY0st3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8EfKDtjVzW4/s200/P2120787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313357875113093042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzW1gaj57I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lcR5-pyhotI/s200/P2120780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313357656456912882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzWox23X_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9fEI_1DLU2o/s200/P2120789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313357353581076098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzWXJjo3oI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DtxRa8Vh_vs/s200/P2120004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313358333358802258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzXQLg2hVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IX_vq9pNAds/s200/P2120792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313356870390051714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzV7Bh684I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wtNphLMk5Ws/s200/P2120800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzWDCzBlYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TMnm4HHpuGM/s1600-h/P2120802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313357008169178498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzWDCzBlYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TMnm4HHpuGM/s200/P2120802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzVpEAjDOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JI-RhE6HLE8/s1600-h/P2120798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313356561817734370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzVpEAjDOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JI-RhE6HLE8/s200/P2120798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special Thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;: My cute, not-so-little anymore nephew, who gave me the dog's head that happens to be bigger than mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jia Xin&lt;/span&gt;: The girl who is crazy over blue and rukia who gave me the keychain of a pig tat has my birthdate on it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zhi Le&lt;/span&gt;: The girl hu luvs da colour red who gave the red plushie... Dun really ko wat it is, but i'm guessing it's a chicken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chi Ching&lt;/span&gt;: The cool gurl wu has da same b.day as mine for giving me the decoration item which i use as a soap holder... As u might hav noticed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther: The australia  gurl who gave me a slipper keychain with the words australia on it and a card from australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt;: The gurl who i luv to sleep on  for giving me the orange soft toy tat reminds me of Gwen's face when i'm bullyin her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Khai Li&lt;/span&gt;: Da great girl sitting next to me in class, who gave me a keychain tat happens to be checkered, my fav pattern!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Gwen Yi&lt;/span&gt;: The idiot who has no brain for giving me RM15 and asking me to buy myself somethin for myself from her... Which is this cool purse with a bloody bear on it (YAY BLOOD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lay Yin&lt;/span&gt;: The selfless girl, who gave me a box of caramel chocalates in a box with the words 'post office' on it (dun ask y cause i dun kno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special thanks(part two):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not realising it was my b.day until it was 5pm... And askin me," Is today 23rd or 24th?" Oh well, at least she promised to buy me a keyboard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Father:&lt;/span&gt; For also not realising it was my birthday until i was at school... Oh well, at least he took me out for Japanese food!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jiffen&lt;/span&gt;: FOR FORGETTING IT WAS MY B.DAY UNTIL I TOLD HIM... WHAT KINDA BEST FRIEND IS THAT?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My sister&lt;/span&gt;: Who remember it was my b.day all along but never &lt;strong&gt;wished&lt;/strong&gt; me or buy me a present even after i bought her a 50 dollars present for her b.day... (She is MEAN)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-6144238220028388143?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6144238220028388143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-belated-birthday-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6144238220028388143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6144238220028388143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-belated-birthday-post.html' title='My Belated Birthday post!!!'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SbzYkvjfTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o_Z9crNfg8Y/s72-c/P2120794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-4728668445878297373</id><published>2009-02-14T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:57:33.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my drawings</title><content type='html'>Please Comment on these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZacFD_kWII/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Z6PI16mYRk/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302597222060546178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZacFD_kWII/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Z6PI16mYRk/s400/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I seemed to have missed out one of it's leg...Please ignore my mistake and imagine there's 4 legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZabFAWWJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6aib9aaYHGM/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302596121570715586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZabFAWWJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6aib9aaYHGM/s400/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Suppose to look over confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaZ9FSQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V6Nr0MYjZWw/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZabxegNxQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lMj-11-w-ME/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302596885579416834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZabxegNxQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lMj-11-w-ME/s400/Saturday,+14+February,+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A lonely little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;another&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaZ9FSQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V6Nr0MYjZWw/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302594885945186450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaZ9FSQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V6Nr0MYjZWw/s400/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's something wrong with his legs.... But i have no idea on how to improve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2784932236751217514-4728668445878297373?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4728668445878297373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-of-my-drawings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4728668445878297373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/4728668445878297373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-of-my-drawings.html' title='Some of my drawings'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZacFD_kWII/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Z6PI16mYRk/s72-c/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1925667264928060028</id><published>2009-02-14T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:56:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like this day because it sounds like violence time day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is val day &amp;amp; also our Jogathon... Damn stupid school... We're lower sec. too, should let us run with the form 1 &amp;amp; 2, waste of time... Luckily I wasn't late for my jap class... would hav killed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I drew this in dedication to val day... though I didn't hav time to decorate and shade it... Hope u enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaKtciHcYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Jgg1flyCDM/s1600-h/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302578124633371010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaKtciHcYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Jgg1flyCDM/s400/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call it: Love at first sight (but according to Gwen, it's Two Expressionless People)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's suppose to be the surprise and taken back kinda feeling when you first see your true soul mate... or something... I'm sorry if it doesn't look like it (btw, the they're suppose to be in a crowd... didn't hav time to draw one, so it's up to u to imagine one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to comment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad comment, good comment, wierd comment, anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Current mood: Sleepy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaHtRTG1TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EN2uzwMIBVo/s1600-h/leopard-sleeping-in-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302574823082743090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaHtRTG1TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EN2uzwMIBVo/s200/leopard-sleeping-in-tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1925667264928060028?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1925667264928060028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1925667264928060028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1925667264928060028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine day'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZaKtciHcYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Jgg1flyCDM/s72-c/Saturday,+14+February,+2009+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-1631916374898944480</id><published>2009-02-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:21:42.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that my chinese class homework is almost as much as my average day homework (all subjects dragged together) This is why I'm happy I'm not in a chinese school.&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to do homework in C.C ^^. Still, this year's teacher is ten times better than last year's chinece teacher, whom, btw, has clothes that are to-puke-for... She didn't even have a degree or whatever it's called to teach...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I accidentally deleted all my posts or something T.T (not rewritting them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Current mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZK0mdI9B4I/AAAAAAAAADs/SQpeo4Lt0u4/s1600-h/Girl-Angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301498284118706050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZK0mdI9B4I/AAAAAAAAADs/SQpeo4Lt0u4/s200/Girl-Angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Feel Like Shooting Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784932236751217514-1631916374898944480?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1631916374898944480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1631916374898944480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/1631916374898944480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-class.html' title='Chinese class'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZK0mdI9B4I/AAAAAAAAADs/SQpeo4Lt0u4/s72-c/Girl-Angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784932236751217514.post-6774270248542820466</id><published>2009-02-10T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:11:27.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When nothing seems right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing makes sense to me anymore... All that I have, in will I lost it all... Darkness seems inviting and death, sweet... When will i awake from this devil's trick... Yes, I am a creature of the dark... But where there is light there is the dark... Evil and good matters not... For the way you think says it all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what that means myself, but it's kinda what I feel right now... I just feel like saying something random and not really worthwhile... My brain's kinda dead now anyways... I think I need to sleep or somethin cause I can't think properly... Somehow when I can't think I feel really down... Maybe I can't think cause I'm very down or somethin... Oh well... Maybe I'm just having a mood swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Currnt mood: Fuyu (winter) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZF68SPPNcI/AAAAAAAAADM/aeGaK_fFBVk/s1600-h/2227938687_5b97f2482b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZF83itHWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/ByfkSWqnNYU/s1600-h/%255Bsmall%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_White-Clarity_Milfeulle30_-edit561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301155530042464402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZF83itHWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/ByfkSWqnNYU/s200/%255Bsmall%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_White-Clarity_Milfeulle30_-edit561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/2784932236751217514-6774270248542820466?l=lifelessmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6774270248542820466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-nothing-seems-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6774270248542820466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784932236751217514/posts/default/6774270248542820466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelessmoron.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-nothing-seems-right.html' title='When nothing seems right'/><author><name>Kuroda Haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103369924106955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/StSG_obF-7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/wNy8crpRyNQ/S220/a129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvcpRHoUoRs/SZF83itHWJI/AAAAAAAAADU/ByfkSWqnNYU/s72-c/%255Bsmall%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_White-Clarity_Milfeulle30_-edit561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
