<?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-8928399533724568157</id><updated>2012-01-27T18:22:43.818-08:00</updated><category term='Others'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Pet Society'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>A Love For Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3496479480150957247</id><published>2010-12-20T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:16:05.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post ever?</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm sorry again for not posting so long. I wanted to post this earlier but I couldn't bring myself to do it, because I knew I'd take a while &amp; I didn't want to do it when I'm studying for exams ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end I didn't do so well for my 2nd exam, so maybe all my efforts were for nothing. AGAIN. ah well, c'est la vie =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what I wanted to say was that unfortunately, I've grown tired of blogging (or rather, even more lazy) &amp; I've no inspiration to think of new topics, so I feel that I should stop blogging. also because I'm going to focus (at least, try to) on writing, which is why I don't really need to blog anymore, since last time my reason to blog was more an avenue for me to write. But this is like my informal style of writing where I don't have to care about whether the sentence structure is wrong or anything (I can't stand wrong grammar though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, if there is ever anything I feel like writing &amp; sharing about, I'll blog again, but for now, don't expect posts for a super long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3496479480150957247?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3496479480150957247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3496479480150957247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3496479480150957247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3496479480150957247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-ever.html' title='Last post ever?'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3957691247558326830</id><published>2010-10-31T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:17:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition to the family!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween! I had something to say that was way overdue, but better late than never ;-) &amp;amp; it kinda fits with the halloween theme lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEr219FescI/AAAAAAAABS8/vCTBGcOMaD8/s1600/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEr219FescI/AAAAAAAABS8/vCTBGcOMaD8/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497477701950157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEr21sBu0XI/AAAAAAAABS0/9-QBaeOfvtk/s1600/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEr21sBu0XI/AAAAAAAABS0/9-QBaeOfvtk/s400/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497477697371033970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they cute? ^__^ lol I'm sure many would disagree, but anyway, they're in our house. No, I don't mean like literally in the house, but they're in the territory anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're bats, in case it's not obvious. dunno how they came to find that spot at our house, but they seem to like it, so they stay there most of the time. if we go there &amp;amp; make noise or sth, then they'll normally fly away, but they still come back lol not that i mind, cos they seem harmless, just... stuff on the floor, understandable ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i kinda find them cute, i can't help feeling a little creeped out, cos whenever i look at them, it's like they're staring right back at me, but they're BLIND. so wth are they staring at? &gt;_&gt; suddenly i'm wondering what's the point of having eyes if they're blind but nvm ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems that they've been MIA lately cos a cat's been sitting on my bro's car (which is parked quite near that place). stupid cat  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also it seems that one of them has a baby! argh so darn cute! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3957691247558326830?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3957691247558326830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3957691247558326830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3957691247558326830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3957691247558326830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-addition-to-family.html' title='A new addition to the family!'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEr219FescI/AAAAAAAABS8/vCTBGcOMaD8/s72-c/DSC01305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-4750678561422367035</id><published>2010-09-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:20:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting friends</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about this lately, because I've met some new people online. Those usually don't last lol not that I really mind, but I sometimes wonder at those who make lasting friendship with people whom they have never met, &amp; probably will never meet. Rather than wonder, I suppose I envied that, but there's no point in envying, but I suppose I was always a bit of a dog in the manger ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also that although I didn't think I had low self-esteem, but I suppose I did, &amp; it hasn't completely gone away, because I sometimes wonder, why are people still with me? I'm so boring, &amp; I'm not very nice blah blah blah... that kind of thought just happened to pop in my head recently, although I know I probably thought about this a lot more in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thought caused me to adopt a sort of submissive agreeing attitude with strangers. Sometimes I still fall into this habit subconsciously. But is it so wrong to want to make sure that I'm liked? Although that's not really a guarantee that I'll be liked, but I just didn't want to be like my old self last time - a bit like a tyrant lol; demanding, selfish, self-centred, inflexible, cruel (maybe not that cruel). it's not like I've changed that much, but if anything, I  think I suppressed some of the negative aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, when I meet people online, we're chatting about something in particular. so naturally, when that topic has been exhausted, we stop chatting because we run out of topics. then we go on with our usual life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a weird post, because it's still self-centred, &amp; I'm still thinking about myself, but maybe this applies to other people also. or maybe not. I was thinking about what I did, because for some reason it's as though I was scared that I'll be hated or that I wouldn't be liked anymore. now it makes me think that I sound like I'm seriously in love with the person or something =_= but actually this applies to me in general, I'm sure there're people who feel this way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness I don't feel that way around my family, cos they're stuck with me for LIFE ;-P but then that's what my parents complain about, that I act nice with other people &amp; I'm grumpy with them. Sounds like they too want me to be fake and insincere &amp; put up a front T_T but I know (at least, I think) that they don't mean it (either way, I think I'm not bothered to be fake at home as well ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm fake with everybody else! o_O wth am I saying lol maybe I was a little fake at times, but it was just a subconscious thing, honest ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I remembered, or realised, that my friends won't suddenly stop liking me or hanging out with me or hate me because of anything I may so or do, I feel much more relaxed, &amp; I think I can say things more honestly now ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually, even today, I kinda did it again ^^; oh well, some things are hard to change. actually, I think I do it with my family too, but much less. It depends on whether the other party gets easily irritated or angry or annoyed, I think. if not, then it's probably me getting annoyed at you ;-P crap, now I'm feeling guilty again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, hooray for lasting friends! ;-) I have... at least 5 very good friends (I think), not counting one good friend online (my friend of the future? or was it past lol). actually it's hard to say because even if I think I have a good friend, if they don't think the same way, then I think it's not counted, you know? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それじゃ,　また　ね～ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translated: something like, "well, until next time~" ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you use google translate, it's even worse than my translation hahahaha @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-4750678561422367035?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/4750678561422367035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=4750678561422367035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/4750678561422367035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/4750678561422367035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/09/lasting-friends.html' title='Lasting friends'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3600645802804218681</id><published>2010-09-04T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:37:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart no Kuni no Alice obsession</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been obsessed about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, really obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten just how strong an obsession/addiction could be. It's like, I could hardly concentrate or do anything because my mind was occupied with it. Kinda like how people in love feel like. But when I say love I mean more of the story I hear about not being able to concentrate on their studies cos they can't stop thinking about someone else, &amp;amp; that was why we weren't supposed to have relationships in school lol stupid story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it isn't true, it's just that there are people who can concentrate on studies AND have relationships, so... yeah. I got distracted lol sorry. Where was I? About how obsessed I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last thing I was really obsessed about was L'Arc~en~Ciel. This time I'm obsessed with a story. It started with a manga. Then I found out the manga was based from a game. But the thing about stories based on games is that depending on how it is written/drawn, it can turn out better than the game. For me, this manga did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the manga was incomplete, which was probably what made me feel more obsessed about it. Normally, when I read a book, see a movie, or even a drama, I wouldn't normally feel so obsessed about it because, in my opinion, they're complete. If they're incomplete, that's where all the obsession starts. I mean, those complete things that I was obsessed about, the obsession only lasted a while, &amp;amp; not as strong. Well, the obsession on incomplete things lasted a while &amp;amp; usually died down too, but it made me very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, I was super emotional after reading the manga. I felt so obsessed that I decided to look for fanfic on it. That's how I found out about the game. When the thought entered my head that I could &lt;i&gt;play &lt;/i&gt;the game, that's kinda when I felt overwhelmed &amp;amp; super happy &amp;amp; it's like I got more obsessed than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I had problems installing the game, and the thought entered my head that I may not be able to play the game after all, I felt like something in me died inside. Seriously, it felt horrible. T_T although this obsession made me feel very happy, it also made me feel like shit. Thinking back about it, I definitely do not want to go through this again. Mild obsessions suit me just fine, thank you very much =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my obsession was short-lived, thankfully. Er, 6 days after I started reading the manga, 3 days after I found out about the game. So I finished reading what little of the manga in 3 days lol. It kinda ended before I even installed the game. But this is kinda like a happy ending to my story ;-) I managed to install AND play the game XDD &amp;amp; I'm still at the beginning lol I'm going to play it quite slowly (or rather, as slowly I can manage, because games are addictive, &amp;amp; once I start I find it hard to stop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I didn't really talk about what my obsession is really all about (other than the fact that it's a manga &amp;amp; game). But I'm like that, so get used to it (sorry). It's about Alice in Wonderland! ^__^ but an alternate version. A version where... but I'm not gonna say anymore, you'll have to try finding out yourself if you're curious ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're annoyed &amp;amp; wonder why I'm not bothering to say more about this story, well, it's because I find the story a bit embarrassing (but AWESOME lol), so I'd rather not go on &amp;amp; on about it, or else I would've gone on about lots of great anime &amp;amp; manga long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like me saying, "Oh, I love that movie, that scene was so touching!" But actually what I liked about it was something totally different. Not that I didn't find the scene touching, but it's like the 3rd or 4th priority in my mind. But if you find out what this manga is about, you'll probably find out immediately, or even not, you'll think that's what I like &gt;_&gt; so dun bother finding out. please. it's a nice story, let's just leave it at that lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I thought I'd put pics of what I was so crazy about ^__^ still am mildly obsessed with it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPPIFMYcI/AAAAAAAABUc/TzY-1qUJ8dQ/s1600/Heart-no-Kuni-no-Alice-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPPIFMYcI/AAAAAAAABUc/TzY-1qUJ8dQ/s400/Heart-no-Kuni-no-Alice-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513056015140807106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mad hatter's place. lots of teapots ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPO9EDDbI/AAAAAAAABUU/v3579oXvWUY/s1600/Heart-no-Kuni-no-Alice-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPO9EDDbI/AAAAAAAABUU/v3579oXvWUY/s400/Heart-no-Kuni-no-Alice-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513056012183211442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queen of Hearts residence ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPPqwBG1I/AAAAAAAABUk/FdLWhymiacM/s1600/Heart+no+Kuni+no+Alice+v01+-+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPPqwBG1I/AAAAAAAABUk/FdLWhymiacM/s400/Heart+no+Kuni+no+Alice+v01+-+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513056024447228754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; some of the characters... ;-) this is actually the 1st vol cover of the manga. new character, alice, the rabbit (you can see the ears) &amp;amp; the queen of hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: btw, it's the 1st game that I actually installed &amp; played by myself. Of course, I had help from my father, but most of the things I had to figure out for myself. It was damn hard, you know T_T but then I'm ignorant about a lotta things, esp games, so maybe that's why I found it hard. anyway, just letting off a bit of steam ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3600645802804218681?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3600645802804218681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3600645802804218681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3600645802804218681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3600645802804218681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-no-kuni-no-alice-obsession.html' title='Heart no Kuni no Alice obsession'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TIJPPIFMYcI/AAAAAAAABUc/TzY-1qUJ8dQ/s72-c/Heart-no-Kuni-no-Alice-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5399851102019615399</id><published>2010-08-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:38:58.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice</title><content type='html'>I never really thought of myself as irresponsible, but since I neglected my blog for a while, it made me feel like I was shirking my duties or something. So I put in a little bit more effort (cos I felt guilty lol) to post about Venice. But my effort was actually mostly expended in uploading photos ^^; not in writing, or creative ideas. I feel so lousy haih... but at least these pictures would make people happy! at least, I should think so... ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErFAjc0N8I/AAAAAAAABSs/HPOQXNVJuvc/s1600/102_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErFAjc0N8I/AAAAAAAABSs/HPOQXNVJuvc/s400/102_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422908465887170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErFAFfI8NI/AAAAAAAABSk/oIQbRGkLnPk/s1600/102_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErFAFfI8NI/AAAAAAAABSk/oIQbRGkLnPk/s400/102_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422900422570194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although it would seem odd  to see people dressed up this way usually, but it so happened that that was the last day of the masquerading, so it was AWESOME XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErE_7JaP4I/AAAAAAAABSc/DOxu-327AG8/s1600/102_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErE_7JaP4I/AAAAAAAABSc/DOxu-327AG8/s400/102_0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422897647075202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course, in Venice, one must always admire the canals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEWVwDx1I/AAAAAAAABSU/StoH7xsXRBM/s1600/102_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEWVwDx1I/AAAAAAAABSU/StoH7xsXRBM/s400/102_0579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422183233996626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEWD-5NLI/AAAAAAAABSM/RvxzWByGBdk/s1600/102_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEWD-5NLI/AAAAAAAABSM/RvxzWByGBdk/s400/102_0584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422178464380082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girl in purple is posing for photos, just in case you weren't aware. and that puppet being held up is real, cos the puppet moved lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEViD9qyI/AAAAAAAABSE/1MUiU4U2dLY/s1600/102_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEViD9qyI/AAAAAAAABSE/1MUiU4U2dLY/s400/102_0593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422169358838562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe2jtxy_I/AAAAAAAABRc/ExRQL8CBVK0/s400/102_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747636598885362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEUsjrDII/AAAAAAAABR0/AdHeB4I5ZTE/s1600/102_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEUsjrDII/AAAAAAAABR0/AdHeB4I5ZTE/s400/102_0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422154996321410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the buildings in venice are very nice too, but I was more focused on the people ;-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEVLLRZII/AAAAAAAABR8/fzUWJuIFWQ0/s1600/102_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErEVLLRZII/AAAAAAAABR8/fzUWJuIFWQ0/s400/102_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497422163215475842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe49q1d7I/AAAAAAAABRs/vpfJxKah_iw/s1600/102_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe49q1d7I/AAAAAAAABRs/vpfJxKah_iw/s400/102_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747677925603250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many ppl. but i didn't mind XD in this case, the more the merrier ^__^ except maybe for a few parts when my family sorta split up unintentionally (cos we all got distracted lol) &amp;amp; it was horrible trying to find each other &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe3efxjYI/AAAAAAAABRk/WJILjoMp1OM/s1600/102_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe3efxjYI/AAAAAAAABRk/WJILjoMp1OM/s400/102_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747652377841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gondolas! XD didn't sit on it tho ;-( cos it would've taken up quite a bit of time, and my family felt that it would be better to walk around rather than just sitting in a gondola. which was fine, since it was really fun and cool seeing lots of people dressed up ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe2jtxy_I/AAAAAAAABRc/ExRQL8CBVK0/s1600/102_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe1p_aXxI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZDGzaQPD-CM/s1600/102_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhe1p_aXxI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZDGzaQPD-CM/s400/102_0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747621103591186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhezsaAfvI/AAAAAAAABRM/3qjSObwRwj8/s1600/102_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhezsaAfvI/AAAAAAAABRM/3qjSObwRwj8/s400/102_0631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747587392274162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdzhTALJI/AAAAAAAABRE/3MOCmutlTlI/s1600/102_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdzhTALJI/AAAAAAAABRE/3MOCmutlTlI/s400/102_0635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746484898475154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdzfvTzqI/AAAAAAAABQ8/5VxOAmT6Eqk/s1600/102_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdzfvTzqI/AAAAAAAABQ8/5VxOAmT6Eqk/s400/102_0636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746484480331426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll probably never forget this woman. I took a picture with her, and she gave me a card after that advertising a couture shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdy8CglTI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ntSXfdip2ms/s1600/102_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdy8CglTI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ntSXfdip2ms/s400/102_0637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746474897184050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me, this fellow has some charm XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdyePc0XI/AAAAAAAABQs/rV-bzApi_30/s1600/102_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdyePc0XI/AAAAAAAABQs/rV-bzApi_30/s400/102_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746466898399602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminded me of the three musketeers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdyNWW9LI/AAAAAAAABQk/Hk1TTowa1m8/s1600/102_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhdyNWW9LI/AAAAAAAABQk/Hk1TTowa1m8/s400/102_0645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746462363972786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this pic is a bit blur, but most of my pics were rather spontaneous, cos they move around constantly, so I'm quite happy I got a close picture of him ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc7f0VxqI/AAAAAAAABQc/UhymEUCDISg/s1600/102_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc7f0VxqI/AAAAAAAABQc/UhymEUCDISg/s400/102_0651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745522428757666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc61r0duI/AAAAAAAABQU/p6YTBt7Rfuc/s1600/102_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc61r0duI/AAAAAAAABQU/p6YTBt7Rfuc/s400/102_0653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745511118730978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this pic because he reminded me of Heath Ledger lol XD he even acted a bit like him too. when he saw me taking pic, he did some funny antics at me ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc6So-5bI/AAAAAAAABQM/QJ9eomALaY4/s1600/102_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc6So-5bI/AAAAAAAABQM/QJ9eomALaY4/s400/102_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745501711590834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc6HqAbYI/AAAAAAAABQE/mpAlHUaT5cI/s1600/102_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc6HqAbYI/AAAAAAAABQE/mpAlHUaT5cI/s400/102_0663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745498763095426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc5BGiqHI/AAAAAAAABP8/q2WjLYN5q3E/s1600/102_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TEhc5BGiqHI/AAAAAAAABP8/q2WjLYN5q3E/s400/102_0669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745479823861874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now. I hope to blog again soon... if I'm up to it ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-5399851102019615399?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5399851102019615399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5399851102019615399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5399851102019615399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5399851102019615399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/venice.html' title='Venice'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TErFAjc0N8I/AAAAAAAABSs/HPOQXNVJuvc/s72-c/102_0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3952562560705035903</id><published>2010-07-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:37:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My table, dog and food</title><content type='html'>I said that I was cleaning my room and rearranging stuff right? well, I still haven't really finished cleaning my room ^^; I don't know why I keep procrastinating like it, cos I don't really mind doing it, &amp;amp; yet, I just don't feel like doing it, so it never gets done. And I sorta arranged 50% of it, and I felt so satisfied that I forgot about arranging the remaining mess (cos it didn't seem so important anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, I thought I'd show you a glimpse of the mess ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0jUPk4-1I/AAAAAAAABTk/9op8N-gvh7M/s1600/Photo1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0jUPk4-1I/AAAAAAAABTk/9op8N-gvh7M/s400/Photo1310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498089550774860626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0iBT0K-xI/AAAAAAAABTc/szT4ugl9nUY/s1600/Photo1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0iBT0K-xI/AAAAAAAABTc/szT4ugl9nUY/s400/Photo1339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498088125983554322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ipod ^__^ and more DVDs and most of my chargers lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I sorta cleaned up my table, but it probably still looks as messy as ever, but in my eyes, it's much less messy. just a number of papers scattered about on my table, &amp;amp; my DVDs are still there, cos I haven't thought of a place to put it other than on the table which would be the most convenient for me... probably that's another reason why I haven't thoroughly finished arranging my room, cos I have some loose ends here and there, which I'm not sure where to keep or display ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that I've wanted to blog about for quite a while is my dog, and I thought I'd make a separate post of him, but I changed my mind, cos I don't have that much to say about him T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look after my dog very well, and I'm not the kind to mention my dog in conversations, so people either think that I don't like my dog, or that I don't care about it. well, I don't care what other people think about me regarding my dog. I love my dog in my own way, and I'm aware that what I may say or do may not be considered as loving my dog, but that's the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like the way people love each other, now that I think about it. Nobody's a perfect lover, or even a good one. But that doesn't mean they aren't happy together. Not that I'm saying that my dog is happy with me as an owner lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not be the owner either actually, since I get sneered for it in my own family (because I don't look after it properly), but if me being the owner in name would let my dad buy a dog for the family, I was willing to do it. Partly for myself also, cos at that time when we bought this dog, it was like one year after our first dog died, so we (including me) were all a bit sad without a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0jVavvMwI/AAAAAAAABT0/lA1vmDsEtKI/s1600/Photo1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0jVavvMwI/AAAAAAAABT0/lA1vmDsEtKI/s400/Photo1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498089570953016066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his name is Blackmore. And normally you can't see much cos he's all black lol except his tongue of course. it's funny at night, cos if it's dark and the lights are off, at the most, you just see a black mound or something hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0pf7LByBI/AAAAAAAABT8/vMiBVcQxxmA/s1600/Photo1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0pf7LByBI/AAAAAAAABT8/vMiBVcQxxmA/s400/Photo1366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498096348525873170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is one of his expressions that I love XD he has this expression on either when he looks guilty, or when he wants to be petted. if there's one thing that I know of about Blackmore, it's his expressions. But probably many dog owners would know their own dog's many expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that I was spending my time also learning how to cook. I took some pics, but lots were blur, so I'm not gonna show my lousy photography skills here ;-P but these 2 pics are ok, i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0iARVH67I/AAAAAAAABTM/Ak-spu6xWeI/s1600/Photo1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0iARVH67I/AAAAAAAABTM/Ak-spu6xWeI/s400/Photo1377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498088108136590258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really dislike vege. But I still have to learn to cook it. And it's actually the easiest dish to cook (other than rice of course lol). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0h_86QxGI/AAAAAAAABTE/PUQPt6qGjSA/s1600/Photo1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0h_86QxGI/AAAAAAAABTE/PUQPt6qGjSA/s400/Photo1392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498088102655214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finished product. I've come to the conclusion that if not most Chinese cooking, then most of the Chinese cooking that my family eats all have garlic in it. Nearly everything that is cooked starts with the oil, then garlic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought salt was the essential ingredient that people took for granted lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3952562560705035903?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3952562560705035903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3952562560705035903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3952562560705035903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3952562560705035903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-table-dog-and-food.html' title='My table, dog and food'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TE0jUPk4-1I/AAAAAAAABTk/9op8N-gvh7M/s72-c/Photo1310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5457117142967549193</id><published>2010-07-15T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:38:04.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Chaplin</title><content type='html'>I said I'll post more about a certain singer, right? well, he's not really a singer lol. &amp; if anyone was curious enough, they could've already googled the song anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I wanted to post separately about him. Because he has a special place in my heart &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I'm serious, but I'm sure there're quite a lotta people (celebrities) that also hold places in my heart too, just that I don't write about them. But I do think that Charlie Chaplin is one of the best comedians ever XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need humour &amp; love (&amp; money obviously) most in my life, so most of the things that I like are either funny, or romantic. but i don't want people thinking my head is up in the clouds all the time, so I refrain most of the time from posting anything remotely romantic ^^; I seem to constrain myself a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without further ado, I'll juz post a few clips of him here ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out a few on youtube, &amp; I think this was one of the scenes I enjoyed more ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/79i84xYelZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/79i84xYelZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his famous bread roll dance, altho in this video, i think that the audio is slightly slower than the video, but no matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoKbDNY0Zwg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoKbDNY0Zwg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this movie was the 1st movie I saw, City Lights, &amp; I felt that this was one of the funniest parts in the movie, but watching it now doesn't feel so funny ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zskO9O3hF78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zskO9O3hF78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with his stomach hahahaha so weird. I get that too, sometimes, so I can relate to him ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mYtNMDFyXQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mYtNMDFyXQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I've been really lazy, so that's why I'm so inactive on my blog ^^; sorry, but I'm busy enjoying my holiday. not doing much though, &amp; it's scary how the time just passes by. I mean, it's already middle of july wth T_T soon my hols will be over ;-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not helping that I don't know what to blog about, because some of my thoughts feel too private to blog about, so I'd rather still keep them a secret ^^; I guess, I don't like the idea of anyone knowing me too well if they didn't even spend a certain amount of time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just so you know what I've been doing the past week, it was mainly cleaning my room, rearranging stuff, reading a book in between (I read VERY slowly), reading comics (I don't mention this often, but I still read comics a lot), watching youtube... that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit obsessed with deviantArt at the moment too XD it kinda started yesterday lol but it's been building up for a while, like, a few weeks? it takes time for me to start obsessing on sth, but if it was a show or story it probably takes just an hour at least lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at stopping my blogging, so I'll stop here, since I dunno wat to say anymore ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-5457117142967549193?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5457117142967549193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5457117142967549193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5457117142967549193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5457117142967549193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/charlie-chaplin.html' title='Charlie Chaplin'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-8885070403698916765</id><published>2010-06-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:13:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I sorta wanted to focus on blogging the most in my hols, but find tt my mind is still as blank as ever. Writer's block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, the few times I feel that I have sth good to write, it's normally when I'm not in front of a computer, so I forget what I wanted to blog *shakes head* I keep on repeating the same old mistakes, it's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel rather depressed. Because if I pass, I've to start working, &amp;amp; I don't know a thing about CV or interviews, &amp;amp; to learn how to do all that... I wish I could run away, seriously. On the other hand, if I fail, I can escape that for the moment, but I have to resit what I failed, which is quite horrible, because there's no guarantee that I'll pass even if I resit T_T so I know it's not worth failing to escape this because I've to face it eventually, but I did rather badly in the exams, so only if a miracle happens, I'd be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying not to think about it, cos no point having all this go through my head everyday when I can only wait for my results. So I end up just lying &amp;amp; lazing around. I really do feel lazy, not sure why. As in, normally I don't feel that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally lazy, but when it comes to my entertainment, I can spend the whole day indulging myself in "useless things" (what my father says). But now, I don't feel like doing anything at all. So that kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a week of my hols has passed, &amp;amp; I wonder what I did during that time, cos I don't feel like I really indulged in anything that I usually indulged in previously. Time just passes by in a flash *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I think I'm getting a bit used to it, indulging in my hobbies (or whatever I like doing). as in, because I was feeling particularly depressed lately, I started not caring again about anything (happens mostly at night tho). When I have moods like that, it's much easier to do what I want to do somehow, not sure why. Times passes by, &amp;amp; by the time I realise it, it's super late, &amp;amp; I should've slept hours ago (ok maybe one hour lol), &amp;amp; I start losing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I'm not a very good sleeper anyway, so usually when I lack sleep I sorta feel sleepy &amp;amp; then I'll be able to sleep earlier or longer on other days. &amp;amp; that's how my life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging takes up quite a lotta time for me, if I want to say something meaningful cos unfortunately things just don't come so naturally for me. but for all the crap I said just now it doesn't take up much time, because these are all the thoughts shouting in my head, wanting to get out for days, but I was reluctant to let them out because I wouldn't want to read them if I were you, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't stand it anymore, &amp;amp; it's better to let it out rather than to keep it in, &amp;amp; to not blog, cos then it's like I'm not reciprocating people's feelings, those who check my blog, something like that. because I do blog for people to read. even if I don't really do a good job about it. but anyone who reads my blog is my friend (in a way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read my blog, it means you're just like all those people whom i talk to who don't read my blog, because you would know me, but in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like i've totally diverged from whatever i was blogging about, but it's ok, that's why the title is ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of diverge, I like it when I talk to ppl &amp;amp; then I realise how the flow of conversation went. sometimes it jumps. like i could be talking about the meal, &amp;amp; the particular chicken reminded that person (or me) about something that just happened the other day, &amp;amp; maybe what happened had to do with a waitress, &amp;amp; i'll start talking about someone we both know who did part time waitress somewhere &amp;amp; how it was like, &amp;amp; so it'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the example i gave was kinda a normal flow. the kind that jumps from one topic to another could be like me talking about a cute dog i saw &amp;amp; my friend suddenly asks about whether i feel seasick easily. i find it amusing when that kinda random thing happens, but just to tell you, if this happens to you, it could be that the person wasn't really listening to you &amp;amp; was in their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you don't get too cynical, like me, cos that person could've really been listening to you, &amp;amp; just happened to think of ships when you talked about the dog. like, maybe that person just saw a show which had a sailor with a cute, faithful dog, &amp;amp; that dog was on the ship. then you can understand the correlation. but only if your friend is good enough to explain the link (or maybe if you asked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the same way, i like how my own thoughts flow &amp;amp; jump. actually, i just meant to ramble a bit, not too long, then just when i was ending, i thought about how much i liked flow of conversations (which I don't think I ever talked about) &amp;amp; started sharing it with you, &amp;amp; it all came very naturally, &amp;amp; became this long lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I realised what I just did, I was gonna edit all that I just said about conversations &amp;amp; put it into a separate post all by itselt lol but i think it's kinda amusing what i just did, so i'm leaving it here ^_^ natural, like how it should be, with all my long-windedness ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not professional, but who cares? it's MY blog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick &amp;amp; tired of professional things sometimes, cos I am well aware of how incapable I am at everything, so I'm just gonna at least enjoy myself with this blog, &amp;amp; be professional only if I'm in the mood ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, wanted to share a video that I really like here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're elements that I don't like in here, like the thing about breaking things just for a show, but looking at this video which is a success makes me think that there're probably lots of intangible things that are broken (failures experienced), but we'll succeed one day ;-) &amp; it'll be worth it ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5725986831997795217</id><published>2010-06-13T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T03:15:00.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>A song that could lift me when I'm down ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing Little Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing Little Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing, high, to the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don’t ever look at the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you’re looking for rainbows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look up, to the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’ll never find Rainbows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you’re looking down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life maybe be dreary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some day(s), it’s sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some day(s), it’s rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing Little Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing high, to the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don’t ever look to the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you’re looking for rainbows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look up to the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never, no never, look down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'll post more about the singer next time XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-5725986831997795217?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5725986831997795217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5725986831997795217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5725986831997795217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5725986831997795217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-that-could-lift-me-when-im-down.html' title='A song that could lift me when I&apos;m down ;-)'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-9089044100457520447</id><published>2010-06-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:19:59.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Pisa</title><content type='html'>again, so sorry for not posting anything for so long. i seem to be apologising on this blog a lot lately ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finished 2 exams &amp;amp; but i still have one more exam next week, but since i've finished 2/3 of my exam, i feel much lighter edi, &amp;amp; not so guilty abt posting here ^^ it's like, i feel guilty about wanting to blog, but at the same time i feel guilty for not blogging, what's with that haih&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i gave in haha, &amp;amp; decided to post. and instead of ranting about my exams, or how stressed i am, i'm gonna post something that makes me happy ;-) because i'm the kinda person who pushes unpleasant things to the back of my mind &amp;amp; focuses on the happy things only. of course, that doesn't mean that i'm not studying, but well... yeah, i'm not gonna talk about that ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will juz be posting some pics on Pisa, cos i really liked those buildings there. so white &amp;amp; so nice *___* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZI2knE0I/AAAAAAAABPs/EGgGoO2xn3g/s1600/102_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZI2knE0I/AAAAAAAABPs/EGgGoO2xn3g/s400/102_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480626911411901250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we came in through the gates, the view was sth like this - awesome XD &amp;amp; i know it's not obvious in the pic, but in real life the buildings looked huge &amp;amp; it was really breathtaking ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZIXqkx7I/AAAAAAAABPk/Nq_6d839qts/s1600/102_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZIXqkx7I/AAAAAAAABPk/Nq_6d839qts/s400/102_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480626903115417522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 1st building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZHus3J5I/AAAAAAAABPc/rGpQ3nYj3sw/s1600/102_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZHus3J5I/AAAAAAAABPc/rGpQ3nYj3sw/s400/102_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480626892119156626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the gates surrounding the building. an example of people resting on their day off. if i lived in that kinda place, i'd be lying on the grass too ;-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZHJ-SYhI/AAAAAAAABPU/IzyJPrr3vWU/s1600/102_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZHJ-SYhI/AAAAAAAABPU/IzyJPrr3vWU/s400/102_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480626882260132370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd building. i think the 3rd building behind it is a cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YChzdmsI/AAAAAAAABPM/yXHCjJMJQrc/s1600/102_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YChzdmsI/AAAAAAAABPM/yXHCjJMJQrc/s400/102_0354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480625703246207682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tower of pisa!!! ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YB4DIuuI/AAAAAAAABPE/Dn1JJhJIQP8/s1600/102_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YB4DIuuI/AAAAAAAABPE/Dn1JJhJIQP8/s400/102_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480625692037659362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YBBjjwYI/AAAAAAAABO8/uIrRIF02xg8/s1600/102_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YBBjjwYI/AAAAAAAABO8/uIrRIF02xg8/s400/102_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480625677409698178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dunno whether it's obvious, but all those faces are different ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YAAaiTtI/AAAAAAAABO0/IASBlEG3i2Q/s1600/102_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8YAAaiTtI/AAAAAAAABO0/IASBlEG3i2Q/s400/102_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480625659923549906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8X_M6yNiI/AAAAAAAABOs/f7bgDgjuR3g/s1600/102_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8X_M6yNiI/AAAAAAAABOs/f7bgDgjuR3g/s400/102_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480625646100166178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lastly, another closer shot on the tower of pisa XD i felt quite stupid cos i only realised this when we left pisa, my family &amp;amp; i didn't go closer to the tower, even though i wanted to, you know, for fun, cos you're not supposed to go near in case it starts sinking hehehe. but this was probably the closest i was ;-( still not so bad, but it would've been better to go right to those bars there lol or even that trash can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether i mentioned this earlier, but this trip was a tour, not free and easy, so we had a very limited time there, like one to two hours only T_T so no, there wasn't enough time to go in the tower of pisa, &amp;amp; i think there was a waiting list kinda thing, so yeah, definitely can't go. still good enough to see it up close anyway ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din post up a picture of the cathedral cos i didn't have any good shots on it ^^; and i posted less than 10 pics haha so it feels not so bad ;-D this post didn't take much of my time~ ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i obviously din finish, i'm gonna stop posting pics from my trip bcos i feel like i'm not really writing anything meaningful, &amp;amp; when i do this, my mind feels kinda blank cos i'm not thinking of wat to blog next, cos it's easy to juz post pics only (juz time consuming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try to write more meaningful things after my exam, or at least not put pics for a while, if tt's possible ^^; if i really hv nth to blog, i'll resort to my pics again. cos i din talk abt my trip fr japan at all, i think i wld like to do tt at least, even if i went to japan in 2008 ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after my exam, i plan to do one last post of pics on venice, because that was the part i enjoyed the 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/06/pisa.html' title='Pisa'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TA8ZI2knE0I/AAAAAAAABPs/EGgGoO2xn3g/s72-c/102_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-7363959913028158757</id><published>2010-04-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:20:05.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64FTO9BoKI/AAAAAAAABL8/XEX2keEczSA/s1600/IMGP6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so sorry for the late update ^^; been really busy &amp;amp; stuff, &amp;amp; wasted my time on some stupid power point presentation, but it's over now! XD dun really wanna talk abt things tt I dislike, so let's get back to italy lol ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so after Vatican, we went back to Rome. 1st thing we saw was the Colosseum XD the only thing I knew about Rome &amp;amp; therefore the one only thing I was looking forward to seeing in Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, a few pictures of scenic view along the way...&lt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NIRDGY5dI/AAAAAAAABKk/XURvScTbqvs/s1600-h/102_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NIRDGY5dI/AAAAAAAABKk/XURvScTbqvs/s400/102_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450279431775512018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is the parliament building. anyway, I think it looks quite nice, but that's cos it's all white, &amp;amp; I like the statues of horses at the top of the building ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NIQnJzGEI/AAAAAAAABKc/Clqg_ugyq2Y/s1600-h/102_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NIQnJzGEI/AAAAAAAABKc/Clqg_ugyq2Y/s400/102_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450279424273619010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it seems to be normal to see ruins in between modern  buildings in Rome *envious*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHhKjzP4I/AAAAAAAABKU/QfbND2kM-L0/s1600-h/102_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHhKjzP4I/AAAAAAAABKU/QfbND2kM-L0/s1600-h/102_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHhKjzP4I/AAAAAAAABKU/QfbND2kM-L0/s400/102_0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278609144201090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHffzjkkI/AAAAAAAABKM/SyYtCcU4xE8/s1600-h/102_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHffzjkkI/AAAAAAAABKM/SyYtCcU4xE8/s400/102_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278580487688770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's too bad we didn't go closer to those ruins. actually they reminded me of Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHec6XkvI/AAAAAAAABKE/DEirKCD9xB8/s1600-h/102_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHec6XkvI/AAAAAAAABKE/DEirKCD9xB8/s400/102_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278562531087090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHdUzsOfI/AAAAAAAABJ8/d3e-ZjCYC78/s1600-h/102_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHdUzsOfI/AAAAAAAABJ8/d3e-ZjCYC78/s400/102_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278543175727602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Colosseum! XD did I mention that it was the only place that I knew about, &amp;amp; was looking forward to going to in Rome? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I forgot how much it cost, but mainly because there was only an allocated of time allowed to spend there, we didn't go in ;-( &amp;amp; because there's a really long line, &amp;amp; lots of people. so we decided to go round the outside of the whole Colosseum instead lol XD I don't think anyone else in the group did that, but maybe they did, because then what else could they have been doing? *puzzled*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGdqlOO_I/AAAAAAAABJs/zNAifmUxo5E/s1600-h/102_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGdqlOO_I/AAAAAAAABJs/zNAifmUxo5E/s400/102_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450277449508994034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so you can see why these bars are in the pic. obviously only poor people would take pic of the inside from the outside lol but it was fine, kinda fun anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGdCWqbyI/AAAAAAAABJk/z3B2YOqzAOM/s1600-h/102_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGdCWqbyI/AAAAAAAABJk/z3B2YOqzAOM/s400/102_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450277438710509346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHcTkhJsI/AAAAAAAABJ0/0WlpdpRNMJI/s1600-h/102_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NHcTkhJsI/AAAAAAAABJ0/0WlpdpRNMJI/s400/102_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278525663782594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this pic was taken with my hand &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; the bars. couldn't help wondering why I didn't think of it earlier, or more importantly, why the hell did I still take pic of the bars if I could put my hand through the bars?!? &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGa54NL5I/AAAAAAAABJc/xhBTMQNWgHI/s1600-h/102_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGa54NL5I/AAAAAAAABJc/xhBTMQNWgHI/s400/102_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450277402075541394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGaSYS-lI/AAAAAAAABJU/FFUPc0Ql0Pg/s1600-h/102_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGaSYS-lI/AAAAAAAABJU/FFUPc0Ql0Pg/s400/102_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450277391472720466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this shows the underground level of the Colosseum. they actually had a sorta contraption like an elevator to bring up the animals (cos the animals were in the dungeons underground) to the battle grounds. AWESOME XD XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGZl3PWwI/AAAAAAAABJM/eyXhB-3_w1c/s1600-h/102_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NGZl3PWwI/AAAAAAAABJM/eyXhB-3_w1c/s400/102_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450277379522910978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;juz some graves of some poor, unfortunate gladiators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIl--umuI/AAAAAAAABJE/qOeiGDKt5Ek/s1600-h/102_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIl--umuI/AAAAAAAABJE/qOeiGDKt5Ek/s400/102_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998316470180578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see? the cross shows we went one whole round, or rather, to the other side of the Colosseum, &amp;amp; the cross seems to be somewhere in the center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIlYda4XI/AAAAAAAABI8/fIHn5TuasGY/s1600-h/102_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIlYda4XI/AAAAAAAABI8/fIHn5TuasGY/s400/102_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998306129928562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are the ruins around the Colosseum. but if you ask me what they are, I have no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIkTiTkXI/AAAAAAAABIs/l5hYyw12uWg/s1600-h/102_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIkTiTkXI/AAAAAAAABIs/l5hYyw12uWg/s400/102_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998287628374386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIkycs53I/AAAAAAAABI0/rKwZQoVBZaI/s1600-h/102_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIkycs53I/AAAAAAAABI0/rKwZQoVBZaI/s400/102_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998295926368114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another view of the Colosseum ^^ I envy those people up there in the Colosseum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIj64286I/AAAAAAAABIk/cotZyRP5Nv4/s1600-h/102_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JIj64286I/AAAAAAAABIk/cotZyRP5Nv4/s400/102_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998281012081570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're wondering why the Colosseum looks like they have two layers, it's cos the outer one is the new layer. I think it's because the old layer is breaking down, sth like that ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after that, we went to see the Travis fountain &amp;amp; the Spanish steps. Turned out we went to see the steps first because it was more convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHVQpSd8I/AAAAAAAABIc/9UJNlHC4pPE/s1600-h/102_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHVQpSd8I/AAAAAAAABIc/9UJNlHC4pPE/s400/102_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996929642690498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are the steps. nope, nothing special about them. juz that the Spanish govt sponsored them, or something like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S63-7l_UOYI/AAAAAAAABK8/zBNNPbT042w/s1600/102_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S63-7l_UOYI/AAAAAAAABK8/zBNNPbT042w/s400/102_0250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295023578954114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a pic of the steps anyway, since they're so special. the coloured stuff are the confetti. kids are throwing it all around, there was a celebration of some sort (I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S63-7KQ9W2I/AAAAAAAABK0/tPG2rvXn-1E/s1600/102_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S63-7KQ9W2I/AAAAAAAABK0/tPG2rvXn-1E/s400/102_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295016136760162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the view when walking down the steps. the other pic was when looking back upwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHU5n3qcI/AAAAAAAABIU/cUnt8bJnhW4/s1600-h/102_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHU5n3qcI/AAAAAAAABIU/cUnt8bJnhW4/s400/102_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996923462724034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must seem like an idiot, but I've never seen water chestnuts looking like that (as in, on a vine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we were left to walk around a bit before going to the Travis fountain, so this is kinda what it looked like after going down the steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHUbHU-XI/AAAAAAAABIM/2-5EGTrfqw8/s1600-h/102_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHUbHU-XI/AAAAAAAABIM/2-5EGTrfqw8/s400/102_0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996915273169266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHToZF_yI/AAAAAAAABIE/kXbg-K_AZn0/s1600-h/102_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHToZF_yI/AAAAAAAABIE/kXbg-K_AZn0/s400/102_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996901657476898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is another church that we found while walking around. all the churches have very nice decoration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHTLY9XtI/AAAAAAAABH8/v__hlSoANgk/s1600-h/102_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JHTLY9XtI/AAAAAAAABH8/v__hlSoANgk/s400/102_0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996893872283346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFmG2-eII/AAAAAAAABH0/hK_ZN18d8_M/s1600-h/102_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFmG2-eII/AAAAAAAABH0/hK_ZN18d8_M/s400/102_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449995020050266242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a great king who did a lotta good stuff. so they drew a halo on his head lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFlcuTWZI/AAAAAAAABHs/IWsB2JIaKis/s1600-h/102_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFlcuTWZI/AAAAAAAABHs/IWsB2JIaKis/s400/102_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449995008739596690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see it now? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFk40S3uI/AAAAAAAABHk/ZdpAUsKNI_g/s1600-h/102_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFk40S3uI/AAAAAAAABHk/ZdpAUsKNI_g/s400/102_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449994999101054690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jesus when he was 12 years old (presumably)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFkZxN_yI/AAAAAAAABHc/CgEjbmFJvW0/s1600-h/102_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFkZxN_yI/AAAAAAAABHc/CgEjbmFJvW0/s400/102_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449994990766653218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this made me laugh, so I took a pic. it's a confession box! hehe ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFjzL3VYI/AAAAAAAABHU/DhDUCCv-lfQ/s1600-h/102_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JFjzL3VYI/AAAAAAAABHU/DhDUCCv-lfQ/s400/102_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449994980409431426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CREPES *______* juz had to try one.  you wouldn't believe how excited I was. &amp;amp; if you didn't know that I juz absolutely love crepe, well, you haven't been in my company very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDv9K0EuI/AAAAAAAABHM/QPN8IbeWDsY/s1600-h/102_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDv9K0EuI/AAAAAAAABHM/QPN8IbeWDsY/s400/102_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449992990224552674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wtf look at all that nutella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64B4aVD7UI/AAAAAAAABLE/t5p2mLN0feY/s400/IMGP6160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453298267444211010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;bought the nutella crepe. wasn't that great, juz nutella ;-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I prefer the kind with whipped cream, &amp;amp; maybe caramel XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later on, we also ate ice cream lol but forgot to take picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDvSHdkYI/AAAAAAAABHE/qvVkUp8a-ag/s1600-h/102_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDvSHdkYI/AAAAAAAABHE/qvVkUp8a-ag/s400/102_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449992978667770242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an obelisk from egypt. not sure whether real or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDu9JWcXI/AAAAAAAABG8/S8ICKfC7UGs/s1600-h/102_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDu9JWcXI/AAAAAAAABG8/S8ICKfC7UGs/s400/102_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449992973038547314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDtVDSf6I/AAAAAAAABGs/xQZiCKdpDW4/s1600-h/102_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDtVDSf6I/AAAAAAAABGs/xQZiCKdpDW4/s400/102_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449992945095835554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis fountain XD I liked it a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were supposed to try a coin backwards over your left shoulder with your right hand. or was it your right shoulder with your left hand? either way, I forgot, but I did it, &amp;amp; it felt damn awkward. I swear, I nearly hit somebody with the coin lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBS1TCj0I/AAAAAAAABGk/QjAtvyMNQJo/s1600-h/102_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBS1TCj0I/AAAAAAAABGk/QjAtvyMNQJo/s400/102_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990290872110914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a convenience store, so I took a few pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBSRATBSI/AAAAAAAABGc/7aHb42RWklE/s1600-h/102_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBSRATBSI/AAAAAAAABGc/7aHb42RWklE/s400/102_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990281129821474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEESE ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBRxZug4I/AAAAAAAABGU/vPqcVWvvzzc/s1600-h/102_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBRxZug4I/AAAAAAAABGU/vPqcVWvvzzc/s400/102_0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990272646546306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDt4OV7-I/AAAAAAAABG0/-IVXtcnNlRo/s1600-h/102_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JDt4OV7-I/AAAAAAAABG0/-IVXtcnNlRo/s400/102_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449992954537439202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this made me laugh too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBRVhAETI/AAAAAAAABGM/IzKnSGF_FnU/s1600-h/102_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBRVhAETI/AAAAAAAABGM/IzKnSGF_FnU/s400/102_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990265160864050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; this ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's about it. now for the dinner pics lol. juz wanted to say, I'm not the kinda person who puts food pics in my blog. but for italy &amp;amp; austria, I'm willing to make an exception ;-D only gonna put in the pizza pics though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBQ3gDRiI/AAAAAAAABGE/n55aelfhoe8/s1600-h/102_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6JBQ3gDRiI/AAAAAAAABGE/n55aelfhoe8/s400/102_0330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990257103816226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64FTO9BoKI/AAAAAAAABL8/XEX2keEczSA/s1600/IMGP6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64FTO9BoKI/AAAAAAAABL8/XEX2keEczSA/s400/IMGP6284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453302026781958306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freaking huge &gt;_&gt; but I like lol XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64EjihDAmI/AAAAAAAABLU/h6suTxAazwg/s1600/IMGP6306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S64EjihDAmI/AAAAAAAABLU/h6suTxAazwg/s400/IMGP6306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453301207399596642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's all. hope I can post again soon ^__^ if not, then... well, sorry about that ^^;&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/8928399533724568157-7363959913028158757?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/7363959913028158757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=7363959913028158757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7363959913028158757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7363959913028158757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/03/rome.html' title='Rome'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6NIRDGY5dI/AAAAAAAABKk/XURvScTbqvs/s72-c/102_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-202762876421696047</id><published>2010-03-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:20:10.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Vatican</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;exam finished (again). I still haven't finished my thesis yet ARGH. &amp;amp; I got sick AGAIN. did I mention that I fell sick after coming back from Italy? by sick I mean fever mainly, but also flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway, I'm finally posting pics from my holiday. I think it's not so good if I post too many pics at one go, but eventually this blog will be hard to load if I keep on posting pics, so yeah, you'll still have a problem next time ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; please don't ask me what this statue is or that picture is, cos most probably I wouldn't know ;-( please forgive me for my ignorance &amp;amp; stupidity. cos I kinda forgot everything. so unless I explain something, most likely I took the picture for aesthetic reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, just enjoy the pics lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in Rome quite early, like 8 something in the morning. then, we drove to Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these pics are just for Vatican (my next posts will be a continuation of the 1st day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsLzLVbvI/AAAAAAAABCU/5tbY0jkNZY8/s1600-h/102_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsLzLVbvI/AAAAAAAABCU/5tbY0jkNZY8/s400/102_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449967080299654898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u're probably wondering why I'm posting this picture. it was the 1st thing our tour guide showed us. it's not very clear, but it's meant for ppl to drink from. but the interesting thing was, to avoid drinking from a dirty place (because the part where the water gushed out was also licked by animals), they had a hole where u REALLY drink the water from hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsMVC0M7I/AAAAAAAABCc/4KRE9hF-mgU/s1600-h/102_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsMVC0M7I/AAAAAAAABCc/4KRE9hF-mgU/s400/102_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449967089390728114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like I said, it's not clear T_T but you're supposed to put your finger up it, &amp;amp; there's this tiny hole at the top where water will gush out... am I making any sense here? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, forget about it. now, for pictures in the church itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsNn_MDBI/AAAAAAAABC0/nhLM03VsWxE/s1600-h/102_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsNn_MDBI/AAAAAAAABC0/nhLM03VsWxE/s400/102_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449967111655656466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I took this picture obviously for the sculpture, so don't mind those people standing in the picture, I don't know them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsNMg0sdI/AAAAAAAABCs/9e564Ac-AUs/s1600-h/102_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsNMg0sdI/AAAAAAAABCs/9e564Ac-AUs/s400/102_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449967104280539602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the main part of the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsMlYu30I/AAAAAAAABCk/I5qPAZ_B_T8/s1600-h/102_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsMlYu30I/AAAAAAAABCk/I5qPAZ_B_T8/s400/102_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449967093777620802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6yGn4PQI/AAAAAAAABF0/BX52Pd_Irt0/s1600-h/102_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6yGn4PQI/AAAAAAAABF0/BX52Pd_Irt0/s400/102_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983131517467906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supposedly jesus in mary's arms. I don't think this happened in the bible, did it? nice statue anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;er, I suddenly realised, when I said mary, I didn't mean mary magdalene or any other mary. I meant mary, the mother of jesus (or virgin mary, whichever you prefer) T_T I hope nobody misunderstood me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6xt9RFQI/AAAAAAAABFs/euzan6MSrc4/s1600-h/102_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6xt9RFQI/AAAAAAAABFs/euzan6MSrc4/s400/102_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983124896290050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this kinda ceiling, but it's a bit dark, so you can't see very clearly ;-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6xa5SibI/AAAAAAAABFk/CJY5Io7yXqg/s1600-h/102_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6xa5SibI/AAAAAAAABFk/CJY5Io7yXqg/s400/102_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983119779334578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6wp0qcFI/AAAAAAAABFc/5EPOJ0oI4eg/s1600-h/102_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I6wp0qcFI/AAAAAAAABFc/5EPOJ0oI4eg/s400/102_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983106606592082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the small carvings on the walls that I zoomed in to take a pic of. quite a number of these around the columns. I guess this shows how meticulous they are (although lots of great architecture has lots of intricate carvings too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess what fascinates me are the carvings &amp;amp; sculptures of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4iLG2QhI/AAAAAAAABFU/zVcuhDvNYa8/s1600-h/102_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4iLG2QhI/AAAAAAAABFU/zVcuhDvNYa8/s400/102_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980658819940882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one side of the church. quite a number of sides. &amp;amp; the lighting wasn't too good. so that's why my pics are kinda dark ;-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4hOT9-EI/AAAAAAAABFM/zKCNbn7jHcY/s1600-h/102_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4hOT9-EI/AAAAAAAABFM/zKCNbn7jHcY/s400/102_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980642500409410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4g-mvfII/AAAAAAAABFE/caN-MRAuUrk/s1600-h/102_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4g-mvfII/AAAAAAAABFE/caN-MRAuUrk/s400/102_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980638284184706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you're wondering why there's 2 pictures of practically the same thing, it's because I'm lousy at taking pictures &amp;amp; for you admire the wall for the picture above this one. &amp;amp; ignore that blur person on the right side of the pic. stupid git had to walk in front of me when I was taking picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4gGEk2bI/AAAAAAAABE8/KSlbXoGJjqY/s1600-h/102_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4gGEk2bI/AAAAAAAABE8/KSlbXoGJjqY/s400/102_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980623108495794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can you see? it's a pic of jesus being beaten by the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4fCAmphI/AAAAAAAABE0/wQBGKvf3EvU/s1600-h/102_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I4fCAmphI/AAAAAAAABE0/wQBGKvf3EvU/s400/102_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980604838225426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like sculptures generally, so I took a picture of one. but this sculpture is not my favourite. just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxFymrf0I/AAAAAAAABEE/hVEU8UhXRTU/s1600-h/102_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxFymrf0I/AAAAAAAABEE/hVEU8UhXRTU/s400/102_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449972474624835394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did I mention that we were there on a Sunday? which means that there was a congregation on that day. I don't remember much going on though lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxFZNLD8I/AAAAAAAABD8/EMur1OPIvYs/s1600-h/102_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxFZNLD8I/AAAAAAAABD8/EMur1OPIvYs/s400/102_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449972467806965698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxEyEJTwI/AAAAAAAABD0/UF7M2iMJP5o/s1600-h/102_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxEyEJTwI/AAAAAAAABD0/UF7M2iMJP5o/s400/102_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449972457300119298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another ceiling. this is a brighter pic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxERP2prI/AAAAAAAABDs/BBJ1fQKPv3E/s1600-h/102_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxERP2prI/AAAAAAAABDs/BBJ1fQKPv3E/s400/102_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449972448490858162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not my favourite either. that young boy is cute though. or is he an angel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxEDvRS0I/AAAAAAAABDk/PLVXpGU0AcU/s1600-h/102_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IxEDvRS0I/AAAAAAAABDk/PLVXpGU0AcU/s400/102_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449972444864531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you could see from the pics above, quite a number of these paintings around. the ppl prayed at the paintings there, &amp;amp; since the paintings portrayed different things, I think they prayed at different places for different reasons, but maybe I'm wrong, so don't bash me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuznakSxI/AAAAAAAABDc/mQWiMeiKuRw/s1600-h/102_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuznakSxI/AAAAAAAABDc/mQWiMeiKuRw/s400/102_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969963360340754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could only take this kinda picture when we came outside the church. nice view XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuzNb4JxI/AAAAAAAABDU/E97w5vVNLcg/s1600-h/102_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuzNb4JxI/AAAAAAAABDU/E97w5vVNLcg/s400/102_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969956386514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's mean, but I found them amusing, so I took a pic of them. their clothes are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuyMiOUkI/AAAAAAAABDM/GmJSydxjR3w/s1600-h/102_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuyMiOUkI/AAAAAAAABDM/GmJSydxjR3w/s400/102_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969938964828738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what the church looked like from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6Iuxk-QQ_I/AAAAAAAABDE/pbOvt2jbvp0/s1600-h/102_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6Iuxk-QQ_I/AAAAAAAABDE/pbOvt2jbvp0/s400/102_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969928344978418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know that pic above with a wide view of the square (the one I said nice view)? well, this fountain is somewhere at the right in that pic above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuxBGX_zI/AAAAAAAABC8/C5R-Reiovqk/s1600-h/102_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IuxBGX_zI/AAAAAAAABC8/C5R-Reiovqk/s400/102_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969918715363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lastly, before we left, it just so happened that the pope was coming out! *excited* I could hardly see for all the people crowding in front of me, but I took a snapshot before he came out by reaching high up with my hand as high as possible &amp;amp; clicking the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened actually. a lotta cars came out, &amp;amp; nobody knew which one the pope was lol that was so funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6I_n11rp-I/AAAAAAAABF8/P7-s4-hz3qY/s400/102_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449988452771407842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;just one more pic of the church. it looks just like a palace XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;see you in the next post! next up, Rome~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8928399533724568157-202762876421696047?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/202762876421696047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=202762876421696047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/202762876421696047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/202762876421696047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/03/vatican.html' title='Vatican'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S6IsLzLVbvI/AAAAAAAABCU/5tbY0jkNZY8/s72-c/102_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1232752978401718367</id><published>2010-02-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:30:41.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>CNY dinners</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! I came back on monday, the same day my results come out. At least I enjoyed my holiday before the so-called day of judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed the same paper again (2nd time). So far I've only failed 2 papers, finally passed the third attempt for the 1st paper, now hopefully I'll pass this paper on my third attempt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other 2 papers I took were borderline passes. 52 &amp;amp; 50 (passing mark is 50)!!!! it's a miracle, that's what it is. I'm very grateful &amp;amp; thankful for even passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that to mention that I was also going to Austria, not just Italy. So my trip was for 7 days, 3 days in Italy, 4 days in Austria. Went to the Vatican, Rome, Pisa, Florence, Venice. VENICE ^____^ it was AWESOME XD I'll blog about it, don't worry ;-) then also went to Innsbruck, Salzburg &amp;amp; Vienna. The snow capped mountains were very beautiful ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to do this before leaving, but was too lazy, so I figured there's no harm in being a little slow (or outdated). Because nobody expects me to be fast anyway ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those who don't know what chinese new year dinners are like, or rather, the kind of CNY dinners I eat (with relatives), I thought I'd just put up a pic ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the traditional CNY dinner would be dumplings, &amp;amp; I posted up a pic last time when I was in China, if you forgot what it looks like, it's &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSjOLAyZDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4VG5ptF-iQE/s1600-h/IMGP0666.JPG"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a pic of the yee sang! but there's pictures of it online anyway. I hope this person doesn't mind me taking the pic, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S4dK4oxIRJI/AAAAAAAABCE/_NF7xiHhIvo/s1600-h/yee-sang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S4dK4oxIRJI/AAAAAAAABCE/_NF7xiHhIvo/s400/yee-sang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442401011577144466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if I took this pic myself, it probably wouldn't look as good T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the only reason why I wanted to blog about it was to post this pic (&amp;amp; talk about it of course hehe):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S4dK5G5mH3I/AAAAAAAABCM/0BrUaawEtQo/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S4dK5G5mH3I/AAAAAAAABCM/0BrUaawEtQo/s400/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442401019665719154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's what I've been eating for &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;. At least, since I was about 8 years old. It's Roasted Suckling Pig. Piglet's skin. Probably people who're not used to this would find it gross lol. I loved this when I first ate it. That lasted for about 5 years before I started getting sick of it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because I'm sick of it doesn't mean other people are sick of it ;-( so I still have to eat it, but I just eat one piece or two. Cause it's oily. That's partly what makes me feel so sick. Also cause it tends to have a lot of fat on it. Otherwise it's just crispy skin. Think of it as similar to crispy chicken skin from McD or KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't talk about food, &amp;amp; I find it strange, so I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dunno why my pic for the previous post doesn't work (as in, it can't be seen), but it's too much bother for me to do sth about it, cos I keep on getting an error, so it's surprising that that post could even be published T_T probably some ppl might prefer that post the way it is, without the picture lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1232752978401718367?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1232752978401718367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1232752978401718367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1232752978401718367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1232752978401718367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-dinners.html' title='CNY dinners'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S4dK4oxIRJI/AAAAAAAABCE/_NF7xiHhIvo/s72-c/yee-sang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-197367414541818046</id><published>2010-02-10T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:29:53.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pre-CNY mood</title><content type='html'>I think I know why I was so depressed in the beginning. It was the thought of working so fast that got me down ^^; on one hand, excited, cos it's sth new, on the other hand, it sounds super tough, &amp;amp; stressful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I feel so stressed just because of a thesis, how can I even cope with work? *sighs* well, no point thinking about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's going to be Chinese New Year! ^__^ I felt I just had to post before that hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Italy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished an exam yesterday... it was audit... my first thought when I looked at the questions was "I'm screwed". Then I started getting all metaphorical or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, this audit question is just like a mine field. &amp;amp; answering the question is like looking for the mines T_T &amp;amp; it feels so impossible to know where the mines are cos they're really hidden, but there were a few obvious ones. But I think I probably stepped on a lotta mines. I'll be lucky if I have even my head and torso left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding haha I have no idea how well or badly I did, but it felt as bad as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that happened recently (only just yesterday too!) is I seem to have a virus (worm) on my thumbdrive &gt;__&gt; &amp;amp; it spread to the computer &amp;amp; my hard drive. damn it T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now scanning with AVG, but not sure whether it's helping or not. cos I already scanned &amp;amp; removed the thing, but when I connected my hard drive again, it's still there haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm about that. I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I know this is pretty stupid, but last year there were a few things I was obsessed about. I always get obsessed in things, &amp;amp; my obsession keeps on changing. This time it's Steelheart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_________^ seriously, if you could hear my thoughts, you'd get sick at the name of it, cos if I could show my obsession, I'd keep on saying Steelheart lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't know what's Steelheart. It's fine, I don't think many people do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S3N1-eGvH1I/AAAAAAAABBw/IuCa3-TSZwg/s1600-h/steelheart5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S3N1-eGvH1I/AAAAAAAABBw/IuCa3-TSZwg/s400/steelheart5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436818891259977554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they were one of the older bands who started in around 1990. During the rock period lol &amp;amp; I feel bad to point out, but the guy in the middle is the vocalist haha I always seem to focus on the vocalist, but I think most people do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I like rock songs. Generally. But never really listened or loved rock songs that much. I just like the general sound of rock songs. &amp;amp; it's most likely because my father likes rock songs (well, he listens to a lot of songs, not just rock), &amp;amp; I grew up, or rather, even when I was a baby, I listened to rock songs, so I think that's why I like it so much? It is definitely partly because of that, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know the names of rock groups, but don't really know their songs. But my father recommended Steelheart more than 3 years ago (maybe in 2006) because he was recommending rock ballads to me (basically rock group singing slow &amp;amp; soft love songs lol). Cos I like to focus on the vocalist when I listen to songs, but of course, I usually like the general beat &amp;amp; rhythm of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because I told him I like guys singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; high pitched haha at least I know what I like, altho it sounds really weird. So Steelheart definitely fits in that category. ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll recommend his softer songs here, cos I don't expect people to bother listening to what *I* recommend, but you never know. Sorry, but I don't know which sites would have the song other than youtube, so I'll put youtube links: &lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOAouJBsZFw'&gt;All Your Love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzIM7pfigTk'&gt;Mama Don't You Cry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BBeZZrTSNA'&gt;She's Gone&lt;/a&gt; (um, this song is a bit sad lol). Then there's &lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8JE-VazxCk'&gt;I'll Never Let You Go&lt;/a&gt;, which I &lt;3 a lot, a lot XD but it's a little bit noisier than those 1st three songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those were all hyperlinks =_= just in case it went unnoticed ^^; and those links I passed were specifically links which didn't really have any video (you know, the kind where it's just an image, &amp;amp; the only thing different is the audio streaming) except for Mama Don't You Cry, I think that's a fan made video. Nothing wrong with that, it's just not their music video. Yeah, I'm obsessed that way. These kinda details I like to know!!! T_T &amp;amp; for all of them, the lyrics are at the profile, for those who like knowing what the song is about ;-) The Mama Don't You Cry &amp;amp; She's Gone were the ones my father recommended to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna talk more boring stuff about how I got obsessed lol you can ignore this if you want (I always feel people would never be interested in reading this kinda thing, but if you do read it, you've made me very happy ;-D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to my compilation of favourite English songs, including Steelheart, of course (the ones which were recommended to me, or rather, the song, I'll Never Let You Go XD). I'm lazy to explain how I heard that song when it wasn't recommended to me in 2006, but basically, I happened to have heard it from a music video from my father's collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when listening to Steelheart (I get to type their name so many times! XD wtf), I had this sudden urge/craving to listen to more of their songs. More like, whenever I really like the song, &amp;amp; the vocalist's voice, I tend to listen to more of their songs, &amp;amp; (usually) like it, unless the aspect of the voice that I like could change so much in other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, cos like 2 years ago, I had the urge to listen to Steelheart's songs, &amp;amp; I did, but it just passed through me like a lot of the other rock songs. Maybe there was only one song that I liked more than the others, but that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that memory of that one song, I decided to look for that song, to listen to it again lol &amp;amp; that's how I got obsessed *ashamed* I dunno why, but my taste in songs keep on changing, depending on my mood. Why now I like the songs so, so much when last time I didn't feel anything is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got distracted, so I forgot if I had anything else to say, but I think as usual, I wrote more than enough. &amp;amp; the scanning finished. I think it's fine now. Just that I couldn't find something (not computer-related) for the trip to Italy T_T so I'm feeling quite pissed off... haih what a sad way to start the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I suddenly remembered what I wanted to say lol er, you see, cos I like guys with long hair (a lot), &amp;amp; I just saw how Poison (another band) looked like, I couldn't help thinking, it's too bad that I wasn't born in that rock period cos it would've been AWESOME *__* my mum doesn't like guys with long hair (just like most people), but seriously, rock groups last time all had long hair. It was the fashion then. Too bad for me that it went out of fashion. At least in japan, it's still sorta in fashion lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-197367414541818046?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/197367414541818046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=197367414541818046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/197367414541818046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/197367414541818046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-cny-mood.html' title='The pre-CNY mood'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S3N1-eGvH1I/AAAAAAAABBw/IuCa3-TSZwg/s72-c/steelheart5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5780994220058287531</id><published>2010-01-18T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:38:03.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st fortnight of the year</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in more than 2 weeks. I've been meaning to post since last week, &amp;amp; the only thing I could think to say was that I was feeling depressed lately, &amp;amp; I wonder why. But since the only thing that happened was that classes started again, I guess that's a good enough reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year is a bit different from previous years. Not only am I attending classes, I'm doing a thesis. &amp;amp; I started my thesis before my classes. I think that was what was depressing me. I'm not cut out for this kinda thing T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the thesis isn't so bad. Just made me very stressed, intruded into my dreams, &amp;amp; caused me to worry a lot. Maybe I was also depressed cos I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my 1st week of classes, I made an effort to be a little bit more hardworking. I slept before 12, didn't enjoy any excessive entertainment, and studied &amp;amp; did my thesis whenever I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was spending more time on my thesis than on my subjects, so my plan of being hardworking as usual in the beginning of the year was falling through because I didn't have enough time to spend on my subjects because of my thesis, &amp;amp; the tests are coming up already?!?!?!? ARRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how ppl go crazy somehow. Not that I'm saying that I'm gonna go crazy, or else people will think I can't stand working a bit harder or stuff like that. I just feel pressurised, that's all. I'm sure anyone who feels pressurised would get stressed, and eventually go crazy when they can't handle it anymore. The way I handled it was that I slacked after the 1st week. Aren't I brilliant or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is I feel totally lazy now. &amp;amp; I'm still doing the thesis so I can't afford to slack anymore. &amp;amp; in between all that, I remembered my blog occasionally. Which is why I'm posting this. If I remember my blog again, it's pointless if I have nothing to write about anyway. &amp;amp; I can't seem to think of a topic when my mind is all messed up from other stuff (yes, I know I can think clearly when it comes to other things, but that's another matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll probably blog again when I finish my thesis (or maybe even after that) or when I find a topic to blog. Simple as that. My thesis should finish by next month. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when I could dump all on my work on other people for group projects. I'm just kidding. Don't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for new year's resolutions. But I never did have any resolutions, so no pressure! Wheeee~~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe this will cheer people up:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S1Rx3WqTLzI/AAAAAAAABBg/eWBsfDrv2Jo/s1600-h/78510.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S1Rx3WqTLzI/AAAAAAAABBg/eWBsfDrv2Jo/s400/78510.strip.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428088646678032178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it made me laugh, sorta... thinking about it, I laughed a lot more at other things, but I felt it wasn't advisable to share them ^^; hahaha...&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/8928399533724568157-5780994220058287531?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5780994220058287531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5780994220058287531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5780994220058287531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5780994220058287531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-fortnight-of-year_18.html' title='1st fortnight of the year'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/S1Rx3WqTLzI/AAAAAAAABBg/eWBsfDrv2Jo/s72-c/78510.strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2413696404601508187</id><published>2010-01-01T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:28:21.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts in Kuching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I'm back. was back a week ago, but now only posting this haha well, I was &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt;. Next week classes &amp;amp; my thesis will start, so I'll be as busy as ever again T_T the hols passed by so fast, but this time my exams ended a bit later than usual, so I think that's why I had less days of hol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on to the random stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't understand why the rooster keeps on crowing all the time. I mean, really, I wake up, I hear the crow. Before I sleep, which could be like, 12 am, I heard the crow wth?!? It seems to crow all the time. Not that I mind, but it does feel like there's sth wrong with the rooster somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so hot this time. Keeps on raining though. I wonder whether hot &amp;amp; dry or cool &amp;amp; wet is worse, cos I dislike hot &amp;amp; wet. But at the moment, I prefer the weather now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days when we were shopping at night (near closing time for the shopping center), the escalator going up stopped moving whereas the escalator going down was still moving. My mum laughed &amp;amp; commented that it's to deter/discourage people from going up &amp;amp; encourage people to go down (&amp;amp; go out) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate "imperial duck" for one of our meals. A very grand name for a duck. I couldn't help wondering whether the duck was of royal family or something. &amp;amp; yes, I do know what imperial means. It's just that you wouldn't expect a duck to be called imperial, but I guess it's fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here seem to be nicer, even on the road. But like everywhere else, there will always be lousy drivers around. When I say nicer, I mean that they hardly hon at anyone, so it feels like nobody really minds if you were a bit inconvenient to other people &amp;amp; vice versa. Also they ALWAYS use their left &amp;amp; right signals. I was so surprised to see it, cos at home, it's not so common to see people always using their signals, which is actually what you're supposed to do in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHILD STOLE FROM ME. NO WAY I'M GONNA LET IT SLIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gums got swollen. I haven't had it in a long time. I don't even know why I'm having it. Why? Why?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTER CHICKEN *____*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloads are slow at night ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY GLASSES BROKE WTH T_____T &amp;amp; I didn't think about bringing spare haih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey on the plane was very rocky when going back. As though we were being jostled left &amp;amp; right by the clouds. Probably they were just pissed when we went through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, it is so hot T__T I realised that I was never hot at Kuching in the house, just outside in the sun. But here, there's some sorta heat that lingers even in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a place that didn't allow photographs (these days, more &amp;amp; more shops are like that). Which was fine, just that I was pissed that they caught me taking pictures, &amp;amp; the only reason that they caught me taking the pic is bcos somehow my hand was very shaky that day &amp;amp; I kept on taking a blur pic, so it was my 3rd attempt to take the same pic when they noticed me &amp;amp; gave a warning. So, out of spite, I'm putting it here (a blur pic haih)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1h7VdVefI/AAAAAAAABAo/ZiCux0QZarY/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421597198424308210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it looks like an oil lamp. those are the kind of things I like to look at. but I wldn't buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1ktBD7DYI/AAAAAAAABA4/aW5pC2PXXoo/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1ktBD7DYI/AAAAAAAABA4/aW5pC2PXXoo/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421600250965724546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you go to Kuching, you should definitely recognise this building because of its colours ;-D which reminds me, I saw Avatar. Well, actually I saw more shows than that, but that's another matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1lACCkE6I/AAAAAAAABBA/t55HrwQjojo/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421600577645974434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just found it amusing when I saw it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some stuff bought in Kuching:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hiLYv82I/AAAAAAAABAg/2iwwbnDVkdc/s1600-h/IMGP3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hiLYv82I/AAAAAAAABAg/2iwwbnDVkdc/s320/IMGP3365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596766223987554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hh4ua1wI/AAAAAAAABAY/fvDdJjI3hCg/s1600-h/IMGP3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hh4ua1wI/AAAAAAAABAY/fvDdJjI3hCg/s320/IMGP3364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596761214605058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dunno y, but when I saw it, I said "anteater" without thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hhZcgxPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3N7Oarr5kSc/s1600-h/IMGP2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hhZcgxPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3N7Oarr5kSc/s320/IMGP2900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596752817997042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A park. Quite scenic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hg5RgOSI/AAAAAAAABAI/-QvkH10TiRg/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1hg5RgOSI/AAAAAAAABAI/-QvkH10TiRg/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596744181889314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dog that guards the door that leads to the lost city. (Just kidding. Not the part about the guarding dog though)&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/8928399533724568157-2413696404601508187?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2413696404601508187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2413696404601508187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2413696404601508187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2413696404601508187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts-in-kuching.html' title='Random thoughts in Kuching'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sz1h7VdVefI/AAAAAAAABAo/ZiCux0QZarY/s72-c/DSC00335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-8327867654243328627</id><published>2009-12-16T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:42:35.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams over!</title><content type='html'>I've finished my exams! &amp;amp; I'm in kuching! XD XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's always a very funny feeling when exams are over. for one thing, it feels a long time ago since I did my exams. another thing is that it feels hard to believe that I just went through those 3 hour exams that were considered as sth similar (but much milder) to Judgment Day for me lol &amp;amp; time juz passes so fast. But I'm really glad the horrible 3 hrs are over (for the moment. still got next year).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's more that I always felt as though I manage to somehow bypass the hard moments.  but atm, I can still rmb how it felt like in the exam hall, so I haven't completely forgotten yet ;-) not that I particularly want to remember how it felt, but it's rare that I still remember it vividly enough, compared to my other faint memories of certain hardships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I got completely distracted at one point when studying. You see, I was thinking about the subjects I failed. I failed the same paper twice. For both times, it was the last exam I attempted. On my third attempt, I passed. But I failed another paper. Which was the last exam I attempted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; because I had no idea why I failed on my second attempt or passed on my third attempt, I couldn't help thinking that it could be that I failed because I relax just because it is the last exam, in which case it's all my fault for not taking my last exam seriously enough! o_O;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, I knew this was all my imagination &amp;amp; just a horrible coincidence caused by my overimagination. &amp;amp; the fact that I was poor at those papers I failed proved that there was a justification for failure (somewhat). it was still a possibility though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of the time I felt depressed though. or rather, thoughts like "I'd have to marry someone just like charlotte did (reference from pride &amp;amp; prejudice) because I'm gonna fail again, &amp;amp; I don't know how many times I'll keep failing, &amp;amp; when I'll ever graduate, &amp;amp; I'd need someone to support me financially."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I knew it wasn't as bad as all that, &amp;amp; I don't really need someone to support me, but those were still my thoughts. I did think rationally too though, like "The worst case is that I graduate in 2011 (actually it could be worse than that, but I wouldn't wanna insult my intelligence that far, even though I know it has nothing to do with intelligence. it just feels related to my intelligence, or the lack of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other thoughts were probably regarding the papers themselves, comments etc. Which I can't remember at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Because I knew I was going to kuching, I liked cheering myself up with the thought that in xx days, I'd be on a plane~ ^__^ although kuching itself doesn't feel like a big deal or much of a holiday, but it's the idea of sitting on planes that I like. I like being in airports, as in, when departing to another place. It fills me with excitement somehow. I still haven't been to the airports that many times to lose that feeling. My mum did say though, that I wouldn't feel that way if I was travelling all the time, or as often as some people who have to (bcos of work), &amp;amp; dislike travelling because of it. Actually my mum is one of those people lol but I dun think she minds travelling on holidays as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, although I like the idea of sitting in a plane, actually I don't really like being in a plane. Sometimes the smell feels too strong for me &amp;amp; makes me sick &gt;_&gt; I don't remember having such a problem last time, but in recent years, it has happened more frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably bored lots of people edi, should have mentioned that I was just going to crap about stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, I also wanted to say, it's so strange. Cos I feel a bit different this time after exams are over. As in, normally I'd be happy. Ridiculously happy. Happy in the sense that I'll just be laughing for no reason on &amp;amp; on just because. Ok fine, not that long. &amp;amp; not the kind of laugher that's caused by suddenly seeing something funny. More like "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA" (similar to the way the giant went FEE-FI-FO-FUM). You should be thankful we're not family members haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was laughing, but in a milder way. I feel a bit different this time. I feel mildly happy, calm, peaceful, FREE~ *_* and happy! and... and.... empty. Why? I dunno, I just feel empty somehow. Like my brain has nothing inside it, &amp;amp; is incapable of doing strenuous (mind) activities. Actually, it's not true though, as in, I'm sure I'm perfectly capable of utilising my brain. In fact, my mind feels very active atm (probably caused by the lack of work it is doing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm bad at ending my posts, so here's a pic to end it ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sy7RTnh4FUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HzbtzKYKKN8/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sy7RTnh4FUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HzbtzKYKKN8/s320/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417497536732075330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;early xmas present that I got before my exams XD I liked the way the boxes look (I &lt;3 how presents look anyway), so I had to take pics ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sy7RUFewH8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/rVPbbDe_glk/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sy7RUFewH8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/rVPbbDe_glk/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417497544772034498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make that 2 pics lol. I never expected to get chocs for xmas, but this chocs are rather special, you see. They're TRUFFLES *__* &amp;amp; never sold before previously, so my mum bought them for my siblings &amp;amp; I. The last time I ate truffles was when I was 8, &amp;amp; those truffles were from America, so it's not like I expected to eat them again (cos I didn't expect them to come here, after so many years).&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/8928399533724568157-8327867654243328627?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/8327867654243328627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=8327867654243328627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8327867654243328627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8327867654243328627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/12/exams-over.html' title='Exams over!'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sy7RTnh4FUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HzbtzKYKKN8/s72-c/DSC00276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5308338110952705119</id><published>2009-11-30T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:27:45.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>I'm not blogging till after exams T____T which is actually 16 days from now *dies*</title><content type='html'>What I wanted to post, but didn't post, last week... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been neglecting my blog lately ;-( because of some intensive classes during last week &amp;amp; weekend till this week, so I haven't had the time nor the strength to blog. Actually, I did want to blog, but got distracted (it's ps fault), so fine, it's not that I couldn't blog. Although it's true that with all this studying &amp;amp; revising, nothing else comes to mind except studies-related stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, not true again. There were thoughts that went through my mind, &amp;amp; disappeared as abruptly as they came. But even if I could remember them, I didn't think they were very interesting, although who said a blog needs to be interesting anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... &amp;amp; that's where I stopped, &amp;amp; didn't write anymore haih. It's sad when something sucks you dry &amp;amp; leaves you feeling totally empty somehow. I didn't use the computer at all last week, so you could say I was trying to get rid of my distractions, but it didn't work that well either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got sick &lt;------ just an update if anyone's interested. I'm still coughing even now T________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gonna post some stuff that isn't original but easier for me to post, things that I like &amp;amp; wanted to share with others, then I changed my mind cos it was wasting time, but now I changed my mind again lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting it in the next post, just because I want to give a special title for it, hehe XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as in, next post, the post below this post, because if I put it in the next post on top of this post, some ppl wouldn't see this post, &amp;amp; then it'd be like, why am I writing this anyway? on the other hand, why are people reading this anyway. so yeah, just close this page &amp;amp; do something more fun, that's what you should do.&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/8928399533724568157-5308338110952705119?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5308338110952705119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5308338110952705119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5308338110952705119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5308338110952705119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-blogging-till-after-exams-tt.html' title='I&apos;m not blogging till after exams T____T which is actually 16 days from now *dies*'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3452095584597913557</id><published>2009-11-30T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:25:30.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Cannibalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lyrics from the movie Sweeney Todd (Todd being Johnny Depp XDD &amp;amp; Lovett being Helena Bonham Carter XD both people I like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with explanations, &amp;amp; I thought people wouldn't mind reading this &amp;amp; that they wouldn't feel lost just reading this kinda thing, but if I'm wrong, sorry then. You don't have to read this, it's just something that I like &amp;amp; wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/40692264/f6437299/15-Sweeney_Todd_Soundtrack-_A_.html?s=1"&gt;If you want to hear it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. LOVETT: Seems a downright shame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Shame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Seems an awful waste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a nice, plump frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wot's 'is name has...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor it can't be traced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bus'ness needs a lift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debts to be erased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of it as thrift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a gift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get my drift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems an awful waste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, with the price of meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you get it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Good, you got it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Well, it does seem a waste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Eminently practical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet appropriate as always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: It's an idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without you all these years, I'll never know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How delectable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also undetectable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Think about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of other gentlemen'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon be comin' for a shave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: How choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Rare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: For what's the sound of the world out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What, Mr. Todd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Mr. Todd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: It's man devouring man, my dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOTH: And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: (spoken) These are desperate times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: What is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: It's priest. Have a little priest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Is it really good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Sir, it's too good, at least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's pretty fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Awful lot of fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Only where it sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Haven't you got poet, or something like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: No, y'see, the trouble with poet is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Ow do you know it's deceased?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try the priest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: (spoken) Heavenly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again, not as bland as curate, either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lawyer's rather nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: If it's for a price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Order something else, though, to follow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since no one should swallow it twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Anything that's lean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Well, then, if you're British and loyal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might enjoy Royal Marine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, it's clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Is that squire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Mercy no, sir, look closer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll notice it's grocer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Looks thicker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More like vicar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: No, it has to be grocer --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: The history of the world, my love --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Save a lot of graves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do a lot of relatives favors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Is those below serving those up above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there should be plenty of flavors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: How gratifying for once to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: (spoken) Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Something... pinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Tailor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Paler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Butler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Subtler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Potter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Hotter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Locksmith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely bit of clerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Maybe for a lark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Then again there's sweep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want it cheap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you like it dark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try the financier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peak of his career!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: That looks pretty rank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Well, he drank,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cashier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never really sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it was old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Have you any Beadle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Next week, so I'm told!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice 'ow well it's been greased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stick to priest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(spoken) Now then, this might be a little bit stringy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then of course it's... fiddle player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: It's piping hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Then blow on it first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: The history of the world, my sweet --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Oh, Mr. Todd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, Mr. Todd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What does it tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: And, Mr. Todd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too, Mr. Todd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who gets to sell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: But fortunately, it's also clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOTH: That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: (spoken) Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: What is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: It's fop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finest in the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we have some shepherd's pie peppered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With actual shepherd on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've just begun --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the politician, so oily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's served with a doily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Put it on a bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you never know if it's going to run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Try the friar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried, it's drier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: No, the clergy is really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too coarse and too mealy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Then actor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's compacter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Yes, and always arrives overdone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: (spoken) Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we've got something you might fancy even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Executioner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: Have charity towards the world, my pet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: Yes, yes, I know, my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: We'll take the customers that we can get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVETT: High-born and low, my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODD: We'll not discriminate great from small!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, we'll serve anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meaning anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOTH: And to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8928399533724568157-3452095584597913557?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3452095584597913557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3452095584597913557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3452095584597913557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3452095584597913557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/11/cannibalism.html' title='Cannibalism'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-88286951779264186</id><published>2009-11-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:40:37.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Another thing that pisses me off</title><content type='html'>Today I want to rant about my brother. I've never done that before, right? Well, that's because I always feel like a bitch when I do that, but seriously, he's damn annoying. It's like, he brings out the worst in me at times. The men in my family are very capable of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to record what happened, to show what an inconsiderate jerk my brother is, but then I realised that it'd be better if I didn't actually reveal the details of the situation for my own sake more than his, so I have to give a hypothetical situation instead (trying to pertain to the real story as much as possible), so you'd have to forgive me if it isn't as accurate, or rather, if he doesn't seem as inconsiderate &amp;amp; selfish as he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what happened has to do with the Internet, so I'll just tell a situation that has happened before (just that it didn't make me as angry &amp;amp; upset compared to what really just happened). I just asked for his help to download something? Of course he didn't bother with me. No, one favour is too much too ask, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when people share computers, &amp;amp; the Internet &amp;amp; all that, we have to be tolerant, inconsiderate, bla bla bla. &amp;amp; yes, probably if you knew the full story, you'd be saying that I'm selfish &amp;amp; inconsiderate also (what my father said), but I don't see in what way am I selfish, since I helped if there were any favours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this situation is a bit different from downloading, because he didn't have to do a damn thing! He just needed to be patient for a little while, but even that he couldn't do! &amp;amp; he complained that I jammed up the comp because of the program that was running, without even considering how much his stupid game site jammed up the comp in the first place! A classic example of unreasonable people with their irrational thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really have much heart to drag this on (it seems that I'm unable to be as long-winded as I once was). That was basically what happened, &amp;amp; I was quite affected by it. &amp;amp; there're lots of other things about him (obviously) that have pissed me off, but I feel it clashing with my blogging ethics (huh, it's funny that I have any) about posting stuff that is considered private (like all these bloody family issues or political issues or religion issues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's better that I stop now before too much damage is done. I guess I wouldn't like to hurt people's feelings? But sometimes they damn deserve it. &amp;amp; my dad has made me happy &amp;amp; also not happy at times, so I feel like I'm in a love-hate relationship with him, but can't help that. What I said in the post about him was also true though, so I'm leaving it for public viewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-88286951779264186?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/88286951779264186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=88286951779264186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/88286951779264186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/88286951779264186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-thing-that-pisses-me-off.html' title='Another thing that pisses me off'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-489168503744212050</id><published>2009-10-31T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:23:55.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Society'/><title type='text'>Because it's Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SuxK8eq2ryI/AAAAAAAAA_o/xXpJShUvonk/s1600-h/Dracula+Cain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SuxK8eq2ryI/AAAAAAAAA_o/xXpJShUvonk/s320/Dracula+Cain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398772456195796770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute XDD&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/8928399533724568157-489168503744212050?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/489168503744212050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=489168503744212050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/489168503744212050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/489168503744212050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-its-halloween.html' title='Because it&apos;s Halloween'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SuxK8eq2ryI/AAAAAAAAA_o/xXpJShUvonk/s72-c/Dracula+Cain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1670873025251514088</id><published>2009-10-24T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:06:36.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Love (the soulmate kind)</title><content type='html'>I've finished my exams (again), so I'm gonna blog as much as I like XD well, more like, as long as I like muahahahaha so be prepared for long-windedness! ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a topic that I've been debating on &amp;amp; off about whether to blog about or not, because I've actually been avoiding this topic, even though I love it so much, &amp;amp; people who know me would know that I can't help talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos let's face it, love is very necessary in this world. Just not the soulmate kind. Well, it's sorta necessary &amp;amp; yet isn't, cos there're people who don't find their soulmates (it's sad), but it's not so bad if you think about it since we were born alone in this world, &amp;amp; we'll die alone anyway (this is where religion comes in, which I would NEVER blog about, just thought I'd let you know that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe rather than love, I like talking about relationships, socialising, that kinda thing XD which is stupid, cos I suck at socialising (seriously, I'm actually rather shy T__T), &amp;amp; I haven't been in those kinda relationships before (don't ask me why &gt;__&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I know that last time (like before 16 years old), I've always felt that there was something wrong with me, &amp;amp; I loved the idea of a soulmate too much to even be able to find someone in that way (if you understand what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, I wanted a boyfriend (probably like any other stupid teenage girl) but thank goodness I've grown up now, &amp;amp; it's like the stained glass that I've been viewing through has cracked, so now I'm seeing everything in a different light (well, not everything, I'm just trying to emphasise a point lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's partly thanks to someone that I've realised that I was in love with the idea of a soulmate, not that I loved anyone that way, &amp;amp; now I'm pretty happy being by myself (until the right one comes along, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm spilling my guts out just in case there are others like me who've felt the same way. Realise it please!!! ;-P then you wouldn't get into relationships that you would regret. Actually, I know quite a number who have regretted ;-( So I'm not just talking crap, I'm talking about real life people here, &amp;amp; it's advice well worth following ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I said that I like talking about relationships &amp;amp; all that, it's more like I like talking about issues in a relationship, which before this, I've been applying in very general ways. Because most topics apply to general relationships &amp;amp; not pertaining to only those kinds, but in truth, I was thinking about the soulmate kind first, then comparing with any normal relationship (friends, family, that's basically it hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; although I said that I'll blog about it, because I haven't even talked about anything yet (that's called long-winded lol or also beating around the bush? but I don't consider it to be beating around the bush because I'm not purposely avoiding it, just giving a looonng introduction about it ;-P), so I'm just gonna talk about one aspect of the issues. It is common, applicable &amp;amp; (to me) interesting (actually, I may or may not talk about it, cos if it can be applied to general relationships, then I don't need to purposely blog it in this post, I can make a separate post pertaining to that issue only, &amp;amp; compare the differences when applied to the separate kinds of relationships).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is love? A very hard question, but I like to think of love as a commitment, but it's obviously much more than that. As in, after that when you differentiate the different kinds of love, I find it very strange that love isn't all the same thing. Actually it is, but you can only have one soulmate love, that kinda thing. So it's different to me all the same. &amp;amp; I used to ask my mum countless times (it was hard to not ask), about what's the difference between soulmate love &amp;amp; other love, &amp;amp; it's so hard for me to understand where you draw the line (in the end, I never got a proper answer anyway. &amp;amp; she did say something, but I forgot, so, too bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people (including me) would prioritise on the attraction part 1st. Which I think is kinda obvious, cos even though I asked my mum that question, I kinda differentiated the soulmate love from the rest that way. That does seem to be the only thing that's different, since you have s** (why do I feel it's vulgar when I say it?!? lol jk, actually it's also cos I think I'll get spam if I put that word there T__T). Unfortunately, people shouldn't adopt this view unless you hardly feel attracted to anyone. Because that's how a lotta people make the wrong decision &amp;amp; assume a soulmate for themselves (or maybe they're just seeking gratituitous pleasure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I knew since young was that the soulmate kind was the kind you'd want to spend the rest of your life with. Sounds kinda heavy? Well, not to me, because I feel that I could tolerate living with someone else. It's just like having a roommate, but I guess it's not exactly the ideal thing people normally think of, whereas I feel quite content about it. Depends on how horrible your roommate is lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after writing all that crap, I forgot to emphasise on what soulmate really is. Most people are on the impression that you'd know them when you see them kinda thing (like love at first sight). Sorry, but I don't believe in that. &amp;amp; even if you would sort of know, it's not such a strong feeling like that. More like, when you meet someone, you may feel a "kinship" with them. So it's kinda the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda tired, so I'll stop here lol to be more accurate, I've lost the flow cos I got distracted by other stuff (we all know how easy that could be). &amp;amp; yes, I'm sure there're people who disagree with me here &amp;amp; there, or even the whole thing, but that's normal. I didn't say it was an absolute fact or anything. All just my opinion. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1670873025251514088?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1670873025251514088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1670873025251514088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1670873025251514088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1670873025251514088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-soulmate-kind.html' title='Love (the soulmate kind)'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1277006098802566146</id><published>2009-10-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:07:06.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A driving perspective</title><content type='html'>I only just realised lately how my way of thinking has changed now that I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly people who drive know when it will be a traffic jam, at which areas &amp;amp; so on. I only know that if I go back later than 5, I'll definitely be slower going back compared to going home earlier. So I try to go back earlier, but sometimes classes prevent me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help wondering why I didn't notice anything when it was jam when I wasn't driving last time? Obviously it must be because I'm not driving, &amp;amp; it feels so much different driving in a jam compared to sitting in the car in a jam. Both I don't particularly mind, the only difference is that driving is not as relaxing as sitting in the car as a passenger. &amp;amp; my leg sometimes aches (even though my car is not manual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, now that I drive, I start having urges to bang cars &amp;amp; people just because they annoy me. &amp;amp; I'm refraining from saying more because this probably portrays me in a more bad light already. Not that I care. I'm very unfeeling in this kind of circumstances. Especially when seeing some really horrible drivers on the road. Sadly, sometimes I'm a terrible driver too (occasionally!), so I'd understand if someone couldn't stand it &amp;amp; crashed my car or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just kidding about what I said (refer previous paragraph). I'm a nice person (I think?), so I didn't really mean what I said. But it'd be better if we didn't meet on the road cos I WILL PROBABLY KILL YOU. Just kidding haha. Again. Unless you deserve it, then I'd see whether there was a way you'd be punished for whatever you did on the road. You can run but you can't hide. Except if you're the police. Then you're lucky (&amp;amp; I hate you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of police, a police car cut into the line at a traffic light today, can you believe that? I don't see why you can't, but it's better not to speak badly about certain people (except in private &amp;amp; in my head, I'm definitely cursing you). And the police car wasn't using the siren or anything, so it should be considered just a normal car. But such is life. C'est la vie (does that make sense? I think I shall be using that phrase more now. It seems to be what I've been saying these days. Better than "never mind", I suppose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's kinda funny how someone's perspective would differ depending on whether they're the driver or not. But of course, it'd be better if your perspective didn't change, although it's good to know different perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I always end in this kinda way. But it's hard for me to end another way, so I guess this'll have to do. Maybe it's also cos I don't want to end my posts or something. These days I'm finding it harder to write though. Hopefully I won't get writer's block yet cos I still feel that I have hardly blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, public holiday this weekend ^__^ well, only on saturday, but still XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1277006098802566146?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1277006098802566146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1277006098802566146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1277006098802566146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1277006098802566146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/10/driving-perspective.html' title='A driving perspective'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3155997831491726411</id><published>2009-10-12T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:42:31.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Vertically Challenged</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I'm quite short. I'm just a bit above 5 feet (152 cm). Actually, I'm sure I'm not as short as many other people cos I seem to be a bit below average for an Asian girl at this age (average for me is supposedly around 5 feet 3 inches or 157cm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was remembering how I wanted to grow taller when I was a child (every child seems to want that though lol). &amp;amp; I remember how many times I cried because I wasn't tall enough (it sounds stupid when I say it somehow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I cried, it's actually because I didn't grow up fast enough, &amp;amp; at the age when kids wanted to play this, &amp;amp; ride that, I was unable to because I didn't meet the bloody height requirement. &amp;amp; I remember looking up at the stupid requirement &amp;amp; think "I must definitely be that tall". Which happened to be 5 feet, so that's what I aimed for, &amp;amp; got lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think probably after that was when this height issue ceased to be so important, &amp;amp; I hardly think about it anymore now. What I'm occupied with (which most women would be occupied with) is my weight &amp;amp; fat, &amp;amp; I wish that one day I wouldn't have to bother with all these things, but I'm not sure whether that day would ever come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to write about all the times I sort of suffered (if you could it that) for being short. So that other people would know how short people feel like. But I can't really think of anything to say, except that I did get teased quite a lot for being short. &amp;amp; you can't stop people from being teased, it'll happen all the time. So that's too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if someone could see from a short person's point of view, that'd be great. But I doubt anyone could see anything from my post ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3155997831491726411?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3155997831491726411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3155997831491726411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3155997831491726411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3155997831491726411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/10/vertically-challenged_12.html' title='Vertically Challenged'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3677674050891668481</id><published>2009-10-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:40:06.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>I envy people who are not sensitive sleepers. Because I am quite sensitive, &amp;amp; what I hate are certain noises waking me up &gt;_&gt; &amp;amp; I'm feeling particularly grumpy (what my family usually calls me), so you should  be able to guess what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example is the dog next door. My room is sorta right next to it compared to the other rooms in the house. &amp;amp; I dunno what is wrong with the dog, but he tends to bark in the middle of the night. I'm not sure how often he barks because I don't wake up every single night because of his barking, but there are times when I do wake up &amp;amp; am unable to sleep because of him. It's probably the only time when I have this deep desire/urge to KILL HIM T_T or at least, injure him to the extent that he wouldn' t be able to make any sound for the rest of his life ^__^ I hope that didn't freak anyone out, but this is preparing you for future violent posts of my (supposedly) dark thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I complained about being woken up to my mum, she started talking about adapting &amp;amp; crap like that. She's always very good at annoying me, especially when I'm in this kinda mood. It's even more annoying, making it sound as though it is so easy when it's not, &amp;amp; I've already adapted from not being able to sleep with the light on to able to sleep as long as I cover my eyes kinda thing, but I'm still pretty sensitive in terms of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably what's more annoying is that, I've changed. Thinking about myself, I know I was a spoilt brat &amp;amp; I wouldn't be offended or upset if I was still called a spoilt brat now (unless it was unjustified &amp;amp; assumed by some idiots who are very good at jumping to conclusions), but seriously, I've changed since last time. &amp;amp; it was because of my friends, not because of my family. Sad rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I mentioned it before, that my family didn't seem to notice. Well, too bad for them. I just feel so frustrated sometimes that I'd want to shout it out, that I'm not like that anymore. But since they assumed, &amp;amp; their eyes aren't opened to see it, I can only hope that they realise it one day, somehow. Although I doubt that it's ever going to happen, but I don't really give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this was one of the reasons why I started blogging. Not because I'd want other people to know something that even my own family doesn't (because that's my family's main opinion about bloggers), but because I wanna complain (which actually I do in private in my own diary manually) about these kinda things &amp;amp; they don't seem to want to know about me anyway, so I'm just sharing my feelings with other people. &amp;amp; also hope that they relate to me. But even if nobody is able to relate to me, it's fine because everyone is different in some way or other, so it's not surprising to have different problems. But I do know that I share a lotta similar problems with other people, &amp;amp; it does feel better to let it all out, so this could also encourage other people to blog emo posts like me lol. I hardly blog emo posts anyway, so I don't see why anyone should be tired of seeing my emo posts. &amp;amp; if you're tired, don't read. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the topic of sleeping, supposedly adapting means you WILL be able to sleep even though you couldn't previously (my mum didn't even mention show, she just said adapt). Maybe my mind is not open either, but telling that to me does not help me adapt in any way, &amp;amp; actually, I've heard her say it before, many times last time, I just forgot all about it till just now, since it's been a long time since I actually expressed my frustrations in tolerating something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion: Don't bother talking to someone about something if it is sure to annoy you. In some cases, it's better not to talk about it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3677674050891668481?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3677674050891668481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3677674050891668481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3677674050891668481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3677674050891668481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/10/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2812735611520769321</id><published>2009-09-19T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:03:29.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Cold feet</title><content type='html'>Lately, I mentioned "cold feet" regarding sitting for an exam, &amp;amp; then it got me thinking. I'm the kind of person who has cold feet. Literally. Not all the time, of course, but when the room or place is cold, my feet are one of the 1st things to feel cold. Feel cold as in when someone touches it it feels cold, not that I feel cold where my feet are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was thinking that I don't know anyone who has cold feet (literally) either, except my father. Which is why long ago I came to the conclusion that it was hereditary. My mum doesn't have cold feet, her feet are always nice &amp;amp; warm, &amp;amp; she likes my cold feet lol. I guess my parents pair up well in that aspect too hehe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that wasn't considered something private, because I obviously didn't think of it that way T_T But sometimes I mention private things that shouldn't have been mentioned, but then so do others unto me, so I suppose it is a common mistake &amp;amp; can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my feet are generally cold, I do not get cold feet otherwise. But I was thinking that whoever who made up that phrase must be someone who gets cold feet when they're scared of doing something, so that's how this phrase came about. It's probably a very common symptom just like sweaty hands (which I don't experience either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another random thought ;-) albeit a strange thought o_O; lol jk ;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-2812735611520769321?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2812735611520769321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2812735611520769321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2812735611520769321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2812735611520769321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-feet.html' title='Cold feet'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-335592865424504572</id><published>2009-09-03T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:25:50.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>I have a few not-so-random thoughts, as in, there're certain thoughts I have, which I have thought of since I was a child, &amp;amp; I can't help thinking about it occasionally, probably because these thoughts are related to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; because I just had an exam, I couldn't help thinking about it. I was grumbling, whining &amp;amp; complaining (in my mind &amp;amp; out loud) about exams as usual, &amp;amp; for the 10638th time I was thinking that I hate exams, &amp;amp; why can't there be such a thing as no exams in the world (such were my thoughts as a kid, I wished a lot of things didn't exist. Another thing I wish didn't exist was Monday lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew why there was the existence of exams in this world since young. Do you? It's pretty simple (especially if you have enough time to think about it rather than study for the exam). But this is just assuming majority people are like me, even though I  know that it may not be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If exams didn't exist, would you bother to study? I wouldn't, that's how lazy I am. Ok, maybe when I just started school, I didn't think about such things. I loved to learn new things, &amp;amp; I didn't think of exams as exams because I was very blur at the time, &amp;amp; I just answered questions to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I started thinking more, about life &amp;amp; everything else, I couldn't help wondering, what was the point of all this? &amp;amp; it started getting all meaningless, &amp;amp; entertainment &amp;amp; games seemed more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'd defend myself by saying that I'd study hard even if there weren't such a thing as exams (an outright lie). But I did try last time, &amp;amp; even now I still believe (occasionally) that it is possible to excel in what you do even without having to go through exams. &amp;amp; yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that exams are to test how good you are in something, &amp;amp; there shouldn't be a problem if you are good in it anyway. My dad says he loves exams *rolls eyes* &amp;amp; he said the reason why, but I'm not sure whether I should expose it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wouldn't it be really nice if everyone were so good (morally &amp;amp; ethically) that they'd all study &amp;amp; work as hard as possible, so much that the need for exams will be extinguished one day? That'd be in my utopia one day ;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-335592865424504572?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/335592865424504572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=335592865424504572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/335592865424504572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/335592865424504572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/09/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-8011789134565461750</id><published>2009-08-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:50:47.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Selfish or Unselfish</title><content type='html'>Unselfishness was one of the first few things I remembered learning. Actually, it was also one of the hardest things for me to apply, because I used to be very selfish &amp;amp; self-centred. Which is why I was called "spoilt brat" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that now I'm less selfish, but my own family wouldn't even realise that (specifically one person), because they'd think that I never change bla bla bla &amp;amp; then they complain about me being nicer to my friends than family (which they've been saying since I was young anyway, &amp;amp; lots of other people feel say that too). But it's a bit harder to be nicer to my family when they seem to expect the worst from me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in one of my attempts to be a better person &amp;amp; be more unselfish (if I was ever unselfish last time), I couldn't help thinking, if I'm unselfish, &amp;amp; usually being unselfish implies some sort of sacrifice on your own part for someone else, then isn't the other person being selfish? A common example would be in a game of baseball/basketball/football/badminton (doubles)/tennis (doubles) &amp;amp; most other ball games (but not for table tennis doubles because you take turns to hit the ball anyway lol), the 1st person will say "You take it (supposedly being unselfish, but that person could be avoiding something possibly tedious or inconvenient)," &amp;amp; the other person would say "Oh no, YOU take it" &amp;amp; the ball will end up in the middle, something like that (it's shown in quite a number of movies too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, unselfishness could be in the form of sacrificing something tangible or intangible. For me, it started with food. It was hard for me to give something I liked to eat to someone else, cos at that time I hardly ate much. Unfortunately, probably the reason why I don't mind doing so anymore is because I eat so much now T_T but ignore that lol which is why it applies to games also, because it is not easy for anyone to have a chance to play, especially when so many people wanna play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unselfishness is also linked with consideration for other people, but then again, I think all these values should link to one another in some way or other. &amp;amp; technically, I guess you could say that the other person (if it was direct &amp;amp; not indirect) couldn't be called selfish either, because it's only right that they should accept the 1st person's unselfishness gracefully &amp;amp; thank the person for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I made sense, but if not, never mind. I usually wouldn't like to talk about this kinda topic (as in, values &amp;amp; all, since I hate moral lessons, but that was for a different reason lol) but it was just something that I thought about since young, &amp;amp; I'd tell my mum about it (I think I was trying to defend my selfishness lol), so I wonder whether anyone ever thought it from that perspective. Maybe it depends whether you were a selfish person more or unselfish person more. ;-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-8011789134565461750?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/8011789134565461750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=8011789134565461750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8011789134565461750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8011789134565461750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/08/selfish-or-unselfish.html' title='Selfish or Unselfish'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-6354558348837970004</id><published>2009-08-20T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:49:58.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Blackmore's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SoN7cTRbzaI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RI8CeKuA1hQ/s1600-h/blackmores_night3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SoN7cTRbzaI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RI8CeKuA1hQ/s320/blackmores_night3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270906895715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I'm recommending a band ;-) &amp;amp; normally I don't like to put their picture because I feel it causes people to be biased or prejudiced. But then I thought it'd look nicer having a picture in the post rather than none, to introduce them, &amp;amp; I was looking for something that would give me the feel of blackmore's night. This was the closest to what I felt lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a band specialising in the medieval kind of music. If you really want to know more, you can always search for it in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackmore%27s_Night"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/blackmoresnight/music/rEoF6oV2/blackmores-night-ghost-of-a-rose/"&gt;Ghost Of A Rose&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/30jbjxD/music/1KvJsQcM/05-under-a-violet-moonmp3/"&gt;Under A Violet Moon&lt;/a&gt; ^__^ I'd be very happy if you listened to it &amp;amp; told me what you thought, but the thoughts are not necessary because I don't have much opinion to voice out either other than the fact that it's nice &amp;amp; I like it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitar playing is good though, for those who appreciate it... &amp;amp; their style is pretty much the same if you listen to more of their songs, but I'm the kind of person who'd like a style, so if I like a certain artist, I tend to listen to all or most of their songs if their style doesn't change ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called me old for liking this group lol cos at their concerts, only older people attend (range from middle age to elderly). I couldn't think of anything to say in my defense haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, because of my different taste in music, I wouldn't think of recommending any songs or people that I listen to, because I doubt that other people will like it, so there wouldn't be any point in recommending. but the few previous posts that I have done (I only remember two, one is gackt &amp;amp; the other is hyde lol) is more like a declaration of how strong my feelings were, &amp;amp; in a way, how much of a fan I am because of that.but I have quite strong feelings about this group too, when listening to their songs, &amp;amp; I felt the need to recommend them ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, my taste is different, once again, but I'd call this good music whereas the other music that I listen to which I enjoy, I wouldn't have the confidence of calling it good, I'd just say it's not bad, but then again, I'm not the kind to compliment ^^; so you know what it means when I'm complimenting this group ;-P but actually, it's again because of my father, if he didn't listen to it, I wouldn't have heard the songs at the same time, &amp;amp; because he thinks all the music (or most of it) that he listens to are good music, that's why I wouldn't hesitate to call it good, based on what he says ;-) but the reason why he says that the music he listens to are good is because lots (&amp;amp; I mean lots) of people love it, &amp;amp; they're normally the best selling famous songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group is a bit unknown though, but well known in other parts also, so I thought I'd share ;-D hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: btw, my results came out edi ;-( I failed 1 paper again, but at least it's not the same bloody paper anymore yay! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-6354558348837970004?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/6354558348837970004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=6354558348837970004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6354558348837970004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6354558348837970004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/08/blackmores-night.html' title='Blackmore&apos;s Night'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SoN7cTRbzaI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RI8CeKuA1hQ/s72-c/blackmores_night3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1729399952681232799</id><published>2009-08-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Extract from 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'</title><content type='html'>Did I ever mention that I like to read storybooks? Well, I do, it's just that I never bothered to mention it, also because I read a lot less the past few years ;-( &amp;amp; because I started reading chic lit, but the feeling I get when I read chic lit &amp;amp; other stories are different. Which is why I purposely read chic lit, but I'm not gonna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the reason why I never mention to anyone (generally) that I like reading is because I don't think people would associate me with reading, which is fine, &amp;amp; also because I don't know many people who enjoy reading. So because we obviously don't share that same interest, there's no need for me to mention it. The same reason why I don't mention my other interests that are not typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I've been highly influenced by my friend, who loves phrases &amp;amp; extracts, I decided to post an extract that has made a great impact on me since I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'The most important thing we've learned,&lt;br /&gt;So far as children are concerned,&lt;br /&gt;Is never, NEVER, NEVER let&lt;br /&gt;Them near your television set —&lt;br /&gt;Or better still, just don't install&lt;br /&gt;The idiotic thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;In almost every house we've been,&lt;br /&gt;We've watched them gaping at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;They loll and slop and lounge about,&lt;br /&gt;And stare until their eyes pop out.&lt;br /&gt;(Last week in someone's place we saw&lt;br /&gt;A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;They sit and stare and stare and sit&lt;br /&gt;Until they're hypnotized by it,&lt;br /&gt;Until they're absolutely drunk&lt;br /&gt;With all that shocking ghastly junk.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,&lt;br /&gt;They don't climb out the window sill,&lt;br /&gt;They never fight or kick or punch,&lt;br /&gt;They leave you free to cook the lunch&lt;br /&gt;And wash the dishes in the sink —&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever stop to think,&lt;br /&gt;To wonder just exactly what&lt;br /&gt;This does to your beloved tot?&lt;br /&gt;IT ROTS THE SENSES IN THE HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!&lt;br /&gt;IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!&lt;br /&gt;HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!&lt;br /&gt;"All right!" you'll cry. "All right!" you'll say,&lt;br /&gt;"But if we take the set away,&lt;br /&gt;What shall we do to entertain&lt;br /&gt;Our darling children! Please explain!"&lt;br /&gt;We'll answer this by asking you,&lt;br /&gt;"What used the darling ones to do?&lt;br /&gt;How used they keep themselves contented&lt;br /&gt;Before this monster was invented?"&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten? Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;We'll say it very loud and slow:&lt;br /&gt;THEY . . . USED TO . . . READ! They'd READ and READ,&lt;br /&gt;AND READ and READ, and then proceed&lt;br /&gt;TO READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!&lt;br /&gt;One half their lives was reading books!&lt;br /&gt;The nursery shelves held books galore!&lt;br /&gt;Books cluttered up the nursery floor!&lt;br /&gt;And in the bedroom, by the bed,&lt;br /&gt;More books were waiting to be read!&lt;br /&gt;Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales&lt;br /&gt;Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales&lt;br /&gt;And treasure isles, and distant shores&lt;br /&gt;Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,&lt;br /&gt;And pirates wearing purple pants,&lt;br /&gt;And sailing ships and elephants,&lt;br /&gt;And cannibals crouching round the pot,&lt;br /&gt;Stirring away at something hot.&lt;br /&gt;(It smells so good, what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious, it's Penelope.)&lt;br /&gt;The younger ones had Beatrix Potter&lt;br /&gt;With Mr Tod, the dirty rotter,&lt;br /&gt;And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs Tiggy-Winkle and —&lt;br /&gt;Just How The Camel Got His Hump,&lt;br /&gt;And How The Monkey Lost His Rump,&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Toad, and bless my soul,&lt;br /&gt;There's Mr Rat and Mr Mole —&lt;br /&gt;Oh, books, what books they used to know,&lt;br /&gt;Those children living long ago!&lt;br /&gt;So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,&lt;br /&gt;Go throw your TV set away,&lt;br /&gt;And in its place you can install&lt;br /&gt;A lovely bookshelf on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then fill the shelves with lots of books,&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the dirty looks,&lt;br /&gt;The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,&lt;br /&gt;And children hitting you with sticks —&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, because we promise you&lt;br /&gt;That, in about a week or two&lt;br /&gt;Of having nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;They'll now begin to feel the need&lt;br /&gt;Of having something good to read.&lt;br /&gt;And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;You watch the slowly growing joy&lt;br /&gt;That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen&lt;br /&gt;They'll wonder what they'd ever seen&lt;br /&gt;In that ridiculous machine,&lt;br /&gt;That nauseating, foul, unclean.&lt;br /&gt;Repulsive television screen!&lt;br /&gt;And later, each and every kid&lt;br /&gt;Will love you more for what you did.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Regarding Mike Teavee,&lt;br /&gt;We very much regret that we&lt;br /&gt;Shall simply have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;If we can get him back his height.&lt;br /&gt;But if we can't — it serves him right.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I &lt;3 this kind of rhymes, but of course that's not the only thing I liked about Roald Dahl, but his rhymes did make me laugh. Even now, they put a smile on my face ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post more extracts next time ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1729399952681232799?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1729399952681232799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1729399952681232799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1729399952681232799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1729399952681232799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/08/extract-from-charlie-and-chocolate.html' title='Extract from &apos;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&apos;'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-7216517716732252559</id><published>2009-08-08T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Kuching, Sarawak</title><content type='html'>It was my 1st time to ever set foot in East Malaysia lol ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a small town (it is, I think), &amp;amp; I think it's obviously more quiet &amp;amp; peaceful there than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was horribly hot for me though &gt;_&gt; It felt like it couldn't get any hotter than that, but I know that's not true, &amp;amp; there are much hotter places around, but really, it's like the sun was beating down on us T_T only during the afternoons though, it's quite cool during the nights &amp;amp; mornings (nice breeze ^__^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's only kolo mee there most of the time, &amp;amp; hardly much else ^^; But that's regarding food. Although it's recommended for people trying to diet, especially for fussy people like me, because there's nothing much to eat (as in, the variety), &amp;amp; because you'd rather not eat sometimes ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding other things, there's probably not much else too lol no nightlife, everyone sleeps early, but then, so do I, so it's not really a problem... not as early as when the shops close, which were like, 8??? But I'm the kind of person who'd be happy at home with a book or a computer (preferably online, but not necessary), so of course I didn't mind the fact that there was no nightlife ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you go there, you'd notice that there are A LOT of cafes around (but actually, they're just coffee shops like the ones here). I only can remember Friendship Cafe &amp;amp; Palm Cafe, cos Palm cafe was the nearest to where we stayed, &amp;amp; we ate there twice, &amp;amp; friendship cafe because it reminded me of the Friendster cafe in Sunway Pyramid, which I always thought was such a stupid name that obviously lacks creativity since it only opened way after friendster.com itself. There was one called Thompson's Corner (didn't end with cafe at least, but it was another coffee shop). I liked the way his display looked cos it looked like it was comic sans lol oh! there was tarot cafe there too XDD always quite a lotta people whenever we passed it. For those who don't know, there's a comic series called The Tarot Cafe which I &lt;3 ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0NctrpaJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L3KVhmwI2Ds/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0NctrpaJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L3KVhmwI2Ds/s320/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367461117845661842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not a jet plane, it's a boat lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0Ndh5-PeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/SkzR0Hrn2MU/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0Ndh5-PeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/SkzR0Hrn2MU/s320/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367461131864391138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boats used for the race (not the one just now, that was probably just for display)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0NeN2LCFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/5rUMBvUVX14/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0NeN2LCFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/5rUMBvUVX14/s320/DSC00994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367461143659612242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the riverside looks ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0N4fJ8neI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CxXcxZdefn0/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0N4fJ8neI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CxXcxZdefn0/s320/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367461594982555106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most beautiful buildings in, I don't remember, Asia? I think it's a government building of some sort, excuse me for forgetting these trivial details ;-P&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/8928399533724568157-7216517716732252559?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/7216517716732252559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=7216517716732252559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7216517716732252559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7216517716732252559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuching-sarawak.html' title='Kuching, Sarawak'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sn0NctrpaJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L3KVhmwI2Ds/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1032438425736093322</id><published>2009-07-31T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>The way to become deaf</title><content type='html'>... or at least, one of the ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must have some sort of noisy presence (which is either irritating or distracting or disturbing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The noise lasts for quite a while (could be pretty long), prompting you to ignore the noise by listening to your ipod/mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blast your ears off trying to shut off the background noise, even if it gives you a headache cos it's so hard for the music to actually be louder than the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1-3 repeats, &amp;amp; after a certain amount of repetition, the level of deafness would continue to half-deaf, &amp;amp; finally fully deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indicators of deafness increasing: If you were listening at xx volume &amp;amp; you felt it was loud, &amp;amp; the next time you listened at the same volume it didn't feel loud enough, you're well on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think getting deaf is hardly a choice for me, because of all the noise around me T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1032438425736093322?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1032438425736093322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1032438425736093322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1032438425736093322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1032438425736093322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-to-become-deaf.html' title='The way to become deaf'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-8329200212674613119</id><published>2009-07-31T03:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:35:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>That day in the showers</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to write about this, but I keep on changing my mind lol cos it doesn't feel like such a good thing, to write about oneself in the showers ^^; but I figured that it'd be fine, cos it's not like "oh, I showered, &amp;amp; I put this kinda shampoo, &amp;amp; that kinda soap, &amp;amp; I'm all clean &amp;amp; fuzzy now!" T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's more like what happened at that time o_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha anyway, it'll be short, I promise ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the thing about Malaysia is that its season never changes ;-( which means that it's hot &amp;amp; humid all year around, &amp;amp; depending where you live, it either rains a lot, or rains less, it rains a lot at most places (as in, it has its rainy seasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thing about rainy weather is you tend to get a lot of insects &amp;amp; other creatures breeding because of the weather &amp;amp; the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see where I'm heading? ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for the bathroom in my house, although I've gotten sorta used to the insects that are in the bathtub, but thinking about it, it's just weird &amp;amp; I seriously wonder where they come from &amp;amp; why did they only appear later on in my life (it's not like the appeared since we bought the house, it was quite a number of years after that). But there could be lots of reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point, but all I'll say is, for some reason, occasionally there are cockroaches (which I'm scared of &amp;amp; I hate), &amp;amp; centipedes (HUGE ones, I'm not kidding &gt;_&gt;). The centipedes are the weird insects rather than cockroaches (cos cockroaches seem to be everywhere, not only the bathroom), &amp;amp; seriously, I get freaked out everytime I see one because it's like a surprise attack on me (I wear glasses, but obviously not when I bathe, so I'm pretty blind without them, so how am I supposed to see the bloody centipedes?!?!?!? not until they're too close for my liking T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't wrote about that day wth?? Sorry, so what happened is that on that day, it was a bit weird, but not as bad as cockroaches &amp;amp; centipedes at least, so it was juz very irritating &amp;amp; annoying instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attacked by mosquitoes lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's not what happened exactly, but there were a LOT of mosquitoes in the bathroom that day. I have no idea why. The only possible reason that I thought of was that it may have been because of the rainy weather (still just an excuse tho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent a longer time in the bathroom that day, mainly killing mosquitoes &amp;amp; hardly focusing on bathing. I think I killed more than 20 that day lol seriously, I'm not kidding. The easiest way to kill mosquitoes is to wait for those stupid insects to hover/fly at a certain distance from the wall before you hit them XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun but tiring hahahaha hope this didn't freak/creep anyone out ;-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-8329200212674613119?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/8329200212674613119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=8329200212674613119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8329200212674613119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8329200212674613119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-day-in-showers.html' title='That day in the showers'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3416672313624451909</id><published>2009-07-09T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:35:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>My classes started this week ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st week is always easier, &amp;amp; yet harder at the same time for me. Easier because the pace of the lessons is still compared to the future lessons, &amp;amp; harder because my brain is a bit sluggish after the holidays, &amp;amp; still not geared in study mode yet ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally go to college around 7.20am because my classes start at 8. So I'd wake up much earlier because I don't like being sleepy in class, &amp;amp; I can be properly awake before I go to college. So I'd wake up around 6 something. That's how much time I take to wake up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up in a very blurred state. Which is actually normal for me, &amp;amp; I was still half-asleep in my dream. &amp;amp; I kept tossing &amp;amp; turning in a very sleepy way, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, I must get up soon or else I'd oversleep (my normal thought process to get out of bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to stumble out of bed (also normal) &amp;amp; headed to the toilet. On my way, I suddenly realised how dark it was around the house. To be more specific, I took notice of the fact that there was no light downstairs. This may not be of significance to other people, but to me it was, even in my sleepy state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, at 6 something, my mum would have already left for work, &amp;amp; the light would be on downstairs. So, although it could be that my mum wasn't working, or that she forgot to switch on the light, but I had a nasty suspicion that it's not even 6 something (all this I was thinking through very slowly in my head. If you were there, you'd probably see my brain slowly moving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at my handphone. &amp;amp; it was 2am =__= &amp;amp; I went to bed at 11 something, so it's funny that I actually thought I slept enough for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sleep haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, this wasn't the first time I experienced this. In my school days, I experienced it once too, &amp;amp; after that, I'd always check the time after I woke up before I actually got out of bed (I still do), but of course, we're all human, so at times I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised I was strange in this aspect, because I tend to wake up earlier before the alarm rings after a while of waking up at the same time every day. Like my dad actually. He wakes up around the same time every morning too. So I still think it's partly caused by my genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part is that I can't seem to stand being waken up, so much that I wake up before the time I'm supposed to wake up. At first, it was my dad waking me up, &amp;amp; I thought it was because of that, but when I started using an alarm clock (&amp;amp; now, my handphone alarm), I realised that it was the same thing, &amp;amp; I do sorta hate the alarm clock waking me up. But I don't mind my handphone alarm so much (cos I can play a nice song to wake me up). So I came to the conclusion that I just can't stand being woken up so much that I wake up earlier myself, voluntarily (in a way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; occasionally for me, I wake up a few times in one night, thinking it's time to wake up, &amp;amp; realising that it's still too early. I think it's because I'm somehow paranoid that I'd oversleep, although I actually only overslept once in my entire life, &amp;amp; that was in Form 3, &amp;amp; my dad overslept too, so that's why he didn't wake me up. Talk about coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to say. Feels kinda abrupt, but I'm not good at ending what I say, &amp;amp; probably that's also why I keep going on &amp;amp; on sometimes lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3416672313624451909?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3416672313624451909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3416672313624451909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3416672313624451909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3416672313624451909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/07/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2727686464445169063</id><published>2009-06-25T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:35:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>The importance of cars. &amp; its players ;-P</title><content type='html'>This time I guarantee it'll be short lol. &amp;amp; why is that? Because it's about me, &amp;amp; I don't like going into lengthy details about myself (&amp;amp; there's not much to say about myself too ^^;). Just the summary (hopefully) is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to remember mentioning in my earlier posts that I'm able to drive now. Did I mention that I love it? ^__^ Well, maybe not love, but I do generally like driving (I feel a sense of deja vu, so I think I mentioned it, unless it wasn't in my blog somehow haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, due to certain circumstances, I'm now able to have my own car. Yay! XD Before that, I was sharing my car with my brother, which I was fine with too, since I could use the car whenever I wanted &amp;amp; my brother didn't mind. He's so nice (most of the time, or at least, in certain aspects like this) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to explain the circumstances itself, but what happened was my dad gave me the choice to choose which car I wanted (the existing cars). But it was actually me choosing to use either my brother's car or my father's car. If I chose my brother's car, my brother will be using my father's car, &amp;amp; vice versa. So guess which I picked? XP&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;I picked my dad's car! Heh XD Did you guess right? ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my reasons for choosing it, of course. To be honest, I'm more comfortable (&amp;amp; more careless ^^;) with my brother's car. The obvious difference between the both of them is their size. Let me just make it easier to understand by saying what cars they were. My dad's car is a Toyota Camry. My bro's car is a Hyundai Accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkN_xF_gG0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NyGlqV5ZHYg/s1600-h/16371863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkN_xF_gG0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NyGlqV5ZHYg/s320/16371863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261263645121346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camry                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkN8srL4ewI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UDBNUdvg_Y8/s1600-h/lrg_article_47-img_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkN8srL4ewI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UDBNUdvg_Y8/s320/lrg_article_47-img_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351257889194932994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hyundai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the difference in size is not obvious, then all I can say is that the Camry is a bit wider, the Hyundai is like a normal long car to me (not that long, but average, not short, at least). The width matters more, I think, &amp;amp; I get nervous occasionally cos I feel like I'll scrape the side (&amp;amp; my dad admitted that he scraped the side a few times too, so he was warning me to be careful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I chose the Camry is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camry has an mp3 CD player!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hyundai has an audio CD player ;-( So before this, when I was sharing the car with my brother, I begged my dad to let me buy a mp3 FM modulator (which satisfied me, because at least I can listen to my fav mp3), but I prefer an mp3 CD player. That's all. Actually, that's the only reason why I was so determined to use the Camry, no matter what. I believe that a person could get used to driving the car, so it's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, I feel that I'm quite different from most people. You can even call me weird lol but it just shows what my priorities are, in a way. But it's also always been a dream of mine ever since I started burning mp3 CDs, to play my own songs in my own car, &amp;amp; nobody commenting on how lousy the songs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta have another reason for choosing the Camry, but it's a secret ;-P &amp;amp; it's a very small reason, hardly affecting my decision, so it shouldn't be counted anyway ;-D &amp;amp; now I've tired myself out from writing 2 blog posts in a day, so I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very happy atm, &amp;amp; I was wondering y, &amp;amp; I think it's because I'm doing what I felt I should do (which I really should do), not exactly what I want to do, so I'm kinda stuck at a trivial problem. But no matter, hopefully I manage to finish faster the stuff that I should do first ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-2727686464445169063?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2727686464445169063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2727686464445169063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2727686464445169063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2727686464445169063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/06/importance-of-cars-its-players-p.html' title='The importance of cars. &amp; its players ;-P'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkN_xF_gG0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NyGlqV5ZHYg/s72-c/16371863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-687348400404491673</id><published>2009-06-25T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:19:34.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Coraline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched Coraline already XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkNs7PxPgMI/AAAAAAAAA94/4f38H4yYKsA/s1600-h/CoralinePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkNs7PxPgMI/AAAAAAAAA94/4f38H4yYKsA/s320/CoralinePoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351240547347431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; as you can see from the pic, it's actually a book by Neil Gaiman, but it's been made into a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally watch new shows. As in, normally I see new shows at least 6 months after they've been released, but there were some that I watched that were relatively new. A few I've blogged about, but most of the time I don't bother, cos I do see a lot of movies, or at least, that's how it feels to me ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really liked Coraline. &amp;amp; I'm having hols now, so I have time. &amp;amp; I'm also practicing not to write so long lol short &amp;amp; sweet is what I'm trying to accomplish ;-) Coraline feels like a typical story to me, but maybe I've read too many of these kinda stories lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading books (for the benefit of those who don't know that). It's just that I'm lazy, &amp;amp; I prefer comics over books, although 4 years ago I'd have chosen a book any day over comics. But the thing about seeing a movie/cartoon based on a book is that it makes you feel like reading the book. Only if you like the show, of course, or maybe it's just people like me, who are inclined to having an obsessive personality. Therefore, if we like something, we try to find out more about it, &amp;amp; it's easier if you know it's based on a book cos you can compare the details between the show &amp;amp; the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've always respected Neil Gaiman, even though I've never actually taken the time to read his books, but I know which books he wrote, &amp;amp; I'd read them if I could (the thing is, nowadays I've become more narrow-minded, &amp;amp; I only want to read certain kinds of books *coughpurelovestoriescough*), but I'm satisfied just listening to the storyline of his books because they're really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate spoilers, so I'd hate to give spoilers also, so although I really, really want to talk about Coraline, I'm not going to talk as much as I want to, but I figured, telling part of the summary of the story (at least, what I've seen from the cartoon, since I didn't read the book) wouldn't hurt. But for those who don't even want to know what Coraline is about shouldn't read it. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's about this girl called Coraline (not Caroline, Coraline). &amp;amp; she has just moved with her parents to a new neighbourhood, although the house seems to be at least 150 years old &amp;amp; belonged to her grandmother, I think. So, as expected, she's not exactly happy. &amp;amp; being a kid (I'm not sure how old, &amp;amp; at times like these, age does matter in a show), she's easily bored. Her parents work at home, so of course they get tense &amp;amp; stressed up &amp;amp; have no time to entertain their own child (she has no siblings). So she explores around the house, meets her old &amp;amp; eccentric neighbours, &amp;amp; is irritated by a boy from the neighbourhood. So what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is in stories about old houses, it's a bit different, &amp;amp; what happened was, there was this door that was bricked up, but at night she woke up, disturbed by mice, &amp;amp; she followed the mice, &amp;amp; they went past the door, &amp;amp; surprisingly, it wasn't bricked up! So like any inquisitive child, she went inside, &amp;amp; followed the path, &amp;amp; she wound up in... exactly the same place as where she came from O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was the exact same house, except that one portrait in the house was a little bit different (minor detail, something different about his eyes), so she didn't really bother. &amp;amp; she heard her mom's voice, calling her name, so she headed to that direction, &amp;amp; her mother's back was faced towards her, &amp;amp; when her mother turned around, it was obvious that she was her mother, if she didn't have buttons for eyes! That was a bit weird hahahaha gave Coraline a shock too, &amp;amp; she asked who she was, &amp;amp; the person replied that she was the other mother, &amp;amp; the other mother asked Caroline to call her other father for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short (not that long actually, it's just me being long-winded ^^;), she had dinner with them (probably couldn't resist the smell &amp;amp; taste of it, since she was hungry, &amp;amp; her real parent's cooking was very unsatisfactory), &amp;amp; after dinner, she fell asleep (with her other mother tucking her into bed), &amp;amp; when she woke up, she was back in her own room, not the other room which she slept in (the bedroom was different).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there was proof that it wasn't a dream, but I won't go into detail. The thing is, although she did feel a bit uneasy on the first night, because her parents wouldn't believe her (obviously), she wanted (&amp;amp; managed) to go back to the other house the following night. &amp;amp; she was treated very well by her other parents, which made her compare her other parents which her real parents (naturally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I was thinking was, I wonder who (because I could see it coming) would choose to live with their other parents? If it was a dream, at least she'd have really good, happy dreams every night, but if it was real, then it'd either be a dream come true. Or not. Because I felt cynical &amp;amp; suspicious about them being so nice. Maybe it's because the background music played was purposely composed to be a bit strange (not exactly what you'd call a happy tune). Or maybe it was because I felt that the other parents would have ulterior motives. Or maybe it's because I saw too many Twilight Zone episodes lol (I like Twilight Zone ^__^ &amp;amp; Rod Serling!! XD haha lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although I didn't exactly expect this, but there was a catch in the story later on. She was given a choice to stay with her other parents, but at a price. The thing is, is the price worth it? Of course, because this is a children story, or even if not, it's those kind of story which must go a certain path, so she didn't stay with her other parents. But it just made me wonder how many people would choose the other parents (even if there is a supposedly small price to pay for it). &amp;amp; those thoughts kept on bugging me throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I was a bit affected by such a show, it's because I felt that I'd probably choose my other parents (&amp;amp; pay the price for it). &amp;amp; if it wasn't such a typical story, it wouldn't be so bad staying with my other parents either, just that you have to get used to them because I'm very sure they won't be perfect (or like they were when you first met them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll stop here, cos I wrote too much as usual, &amp;amp; this time I didn't manage to keep it short, but that's because it's hard to talk about the issue itself (the other parents thing) without mentioning the story. Anyway, I'd be happy if you thought a bit about this too ;-) But maybe in real life, people would either choose their real parents or their other parents, 50% each. But I doubt that, which is why I'm still wondering whether more people would choose the former or the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: oh, &amp;amp; I'm someone who likes listening to OSTs, so I already downloaded this OST XD very nice, reminded me of Nightmare Before Christmas OST &amp;amp; also Alice (the game) OST, &amp;amp; I wanted to share this particular very short song. It's what the other father sang to her, I found it sweet ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/114073095/fa46ace6/"&gt;Other Father song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's available for download, but you don't have to, you can listen there, but it's only about 2MB anyway, not hard to download at all, but only if you like it ;-) too short for me though ;-( but still sweet ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-687348400404491673?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/687348400404491673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=687348400404491673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/687348400404491673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/687348400404491673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/06/coraline.html' title='Coraline'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SkNs7PxPgMI/AAAAAAAAA94/4f38H4yYKsA/s72-c/CoralinePoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-601142843395697938</id><published>2009-06-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:25:50.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Things in common</title><content type='html'>You know, it's kinda funny, but I sorta remembered one of the things I wanted to blog about this morning. Or maybe it was just a dream, &amp;amp; not really something that I wanted to blog about (cos I was still half-asleep at that time), but I figured that it's ok to write something like this anyway. I'll try to keep it short lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that have always intrigued me in life is how some people are able to get along so well even though they have nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's what I wanted to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example is my parents lol My dad is a doctor, my mum is a lawyer. One is doing science, the other arts. My mum would always say that she never understood science. My dad is (basically) good at everything, so I'm not gonna mention anymore about that. The bad thing about being good at everything is that you tend to get impatient easily, &amp;amp; have less sympathy for the slower &amp;amp; (no offense) stupider people around. Not that my mum is stupid or slow, but my point is, they really do feel like polar opposites. But as they say, opposites attract. &amp;amp; they do have things in common, but to me, it can be counted by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, rather than talking about couples with nothing in common, I wanted to talk about friends with nothing in common, cos that's actually quite common too haha. Hmm more like whether friends or lovers, as long as their personalities don't really clash, then it's fine even if they have nothing in common. But for lovers it's always harder, esp when you get married &amp;amp; live with them for the rest of your life, 24/7. But that just makes me think of family. &amp;amp; you're born in a family. You don't choose your family, unlike a spouse. So it's not uncommon to have clashing personalities or nothing in common between your family members. But we still live together (most of us, there are some who can't stand it &amp;amp; get out of the house asap tho). &amp;amp; even though I fight with my family members, I'm used to them, &amp;amp; obviously I love them, so why can't I love other people even though we're not family? Am I making sense here lol I got sidetracked again ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so friends with nothing in common. I don't have many friends (sad rite), but my few friends are close friends, &amp;amp; I'm quite content with that, since I'm not particularly interested in what my friends call the "hi-bye" friends. So since I was young, most of my friends didn't have much in common with me, except for those kinda things like school &amp;amp; class, which is why we were able to spend that time together to get to know each other &amp;amp; develop our friendship. But once we changed class, school, that friendship sorta got distant. Which is normal, even if it's a bit sad. &amp;amp; it doesn't mean that we would've maintained our relationship even if we had lots in common because it'd be hard to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I juz wanted people to think about this, although if you'd rather not, then don't, I can already imagine my father saying something like, "Why are you thinking about these kinda things? Nothing else better to do?" lol it really does seem like that, but of course I've got better things to do, this is juz another "food for thought" kinda topic, to me. And actually, what I REALLY wanted to say is, I never expected anyone to have much in common with me. But when you really meet someone who has a lot in common with you, it's a very wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it seems easier to make friends online. &amp;amp; I do have a few friends online (very few), &amp;amp; obviously it's because of something we have in common. Mainly our interests XD So that's another nice feeling too, looking for someone who shares the same interests. But I don't do that anymore, cos I got tired of trying to make friends just for that purpose. But of course, I don't turn anyone away, I juz don't make the effort for the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it. If not, I'd go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on. &amp;amp; I still didn't really say what I wanted (I did, but was that really what I wanted to say? ^^;) As in, I really do feel happy with my close friend, but before that, I was happy too, even if my friend didn't share anything in common with me. I guess it's the feeling of company that I love, which most people love. Love XD &lt;3 alright, I think I may be sounding a bit loony, so I'll go now ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-601142843395697938?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/601142843395697938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=601142843395697938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/601142843395697938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/601142843395697938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-in-common.html' title='Things in common'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-7757332335951532269</id><published>2009-06-14T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:57:02.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movie characters (2008)</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to post this ever since Twilight came out. It's been more than 6 months lol it's not like all the things I plan to do are procrastinated that long tho ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post will be short, cos I juz wanted to mention who I liked &amp;amp; why I liked them. Cos I just wanted to talk about my fascination for guys with long hair (with the exception of carlisle). ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm I was gonna say at first that I dunno why I like guys with long hair (it's just a preference), &amp;amp; of course if they looked horrible with long hair, I wouldn't like it either. But I think I was influenced by someone a bit lol (as in, someone put the idea into my head that guys with long hair are so nice), &amp;amp; I started agreeing with her later on XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since I mentioned carlisle, I'll start with him 1st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwpMjvdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Nnrxuwdnrjg/s1600-h/Dr__Carlisle_Cullen_Wallpaper_by_angel38696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwpMjvdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Nnrxuwdnrjg/s320/Dr__Carlisle_Cullen_Wallpaper_by_angel38696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371183776185810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Twilight, acted by Peter Facinelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This wallpaper has the most pics of him ^__^ anyway, when I first saw him, I really liked him, but that's probably because of his character, since he (the character) is a really, really, REALLY nice guy (or so it may seem lol). But I'm the kind of girl who tends to like the bad guy or the villain more (like the joker, but that's cos of heath ledger ;-P), so it's not often that I fall for a nice guy, but it's nice ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the next 2 are the villains lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwdTUJaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-NBlO9MOrBk/s1600-h/250px-LuciusMalfoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwdTUJaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-NBlO9MOrBk/s320/250px-LuciusMalfoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371180583298466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Harry Potter, acted by Jason Issacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was the best pic I could find ^^; I only started liking him later on, I think it's the hair lol &amp;amp; the way he acts too probably, very smooth XD even from the pic, if you don't look so closely at the face, it's his style of dressing that I like too, &amp;amp; his ring wth hahaha yeah, I'm weird... oh, &amp;amp; rather than saying just long hair, I love it when their long hair is that ash blond colour, or even blond, or a fair colour lol but black is fine too ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwvctWRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/R6fhC35r1v4/s1600-h/hellboy2-nuada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwvctWRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/R6fhC35r1v4/s320/hellboy2-nuada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371185454536978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Hellboy 2 (it's on the pic), acted by Luke Goss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe this is probably the craziest of all (as in, to like this character), but I realised that I'm not the only one or else I wouldn't have been able to get this pic  XD anyway, I immediately liked him from the trailer lol &amp;amp; I felt a bit sad for him (the character) after seeing the show... or maybe it was pity, but that's because he was another of those misunderstood kinda villains, the kind where he could've been a good guy, but in the circumstances, he happens to be the bad guy... lots more villains like that that I like, but I doubt they have long hair, let alone blondish lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people I were with when I was exclaming that I like this character all gave me a certain kind of look, as well as their opinion that he's ugly haih I can't help disagreeing, because it's just the way his face looks with all that makeup effect, you know, to show as though his face has lines or cracks on it... I see his potential lol wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, &amp;amp; another person I just remembered was orlando bloom (legolas) in Lord of the Rings. He was probably the 1st long haired character that I like (&amp;amp; ash blond XD) but I also liked him only after a while. Actually, now that I think about it, I was influenced again! lol wth someone liked orlando bloom, &amp;amp; I thought he wasn't bad in Lord of the Rings, then somehow I started liking him because of that ^^; oh well, no harm in liking people, I guess. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho I really wanted to blog about this, I started having second thoughts when I saw the pics ^^; but then again, I normally feel that way because everyone's perception is different, &amp;amp; showing these pics may have thrown them in a different light. The question that I'm wondering is whether it was in a good or bad light lol but never mind, I looked at the pics, &amp;amp; I selected which ones I thought looked best. That's the most I can do haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really wanted to blog more, cos my exams just finished, but I forgot what I wanted to blog about, except this post wth what is wrong with my memory?!? oh well ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-7757332335951532269?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/7757332335951532269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=7757332335951532269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7757332335951532269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7757332335951532269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-characters-2008.html' title='Movie characters (2008)'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SjWtwpMjvdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Nnrxuwdnrjg/s72-c/Dr__Carlisle_Cullen_Wallpaper_by_angel38696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-7486549568452949774</id><published>2009-04-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:17:48.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>[Tag] Stupid tag</title><content type='html'>finally I can post this stupid tag! lol I know I'm weird, but actually I did this quite a while ago, but I purposely wanted to post it after I finished the harbin posts ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the stupid one for doing this tag, but anyway, although it's as though the list is full of stupid things that you may have done (some are stupid, so it's ok), but most of them aren't really stupid, so I'm answering this tag just for the fun of it ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;How stupid are you? &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are required to answer ALL the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tag 16 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99/132 means you scored a distinction for doing stupid things! (although that's not really an achievement hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 4 (I'm not sure about the fist fight tho, but it's more like a cat fight lol ^^;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;/span&gt; (I'm sure we've all seen insects die at least... no? guess I'm the only evil one around lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Been On A Plane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;() Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Taken Pain Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;11 (I'd have liked to have made snow angels ;-( why can't the climate in malaysia have winter *sighs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Had A Tea Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Flown A Kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Built A Sand Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Gone mudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Played Dress Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;15 (I'm not sure about the tea party or dress up, but I'd count it in. &amp;amp; flying a kite requires quite a bit of skill XD poor person who made this tag probably couldn't do it hahahaha) sore loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Gone Sledging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Watched The Sun Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been Tickled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been cheated on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been Misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Won A Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had Detention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Danced in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Hated The Way You Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Witnessed A Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;21 (I'm not sure whether I questioned my heart, but I think that's normal, so I counted it in, even though I don't remember any sort of question lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Swam In The Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;25 (it's not that I felt like I was dying, it's that I felt pretty close to death at one part of my life, cos I was in a very dangerous situation, &amp;amp; it's a good thing that I didn't die anyway, even though I could have ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Sang Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Made a Prank Phone Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR:&lt;/span&gt; 29 (yala, I know I'm pathetic, I laugh until stuff come out of my nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Blown Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;30 (why the same question, what difference does it make whether it's with someone I care or not?) ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had A Wish Come True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;31 (I think it's obvious the person who made this tag can't play sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Worn Pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Swore at the teacher, in front of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;33 (I would &lt;3 style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;34 (I wear trousers, isn't that guy's clothes? wth I wldn't mind sitting on a roof top either lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;35 (if I can do a cartwheel, what's so hard in doing it one-handed? but I didn't try hard enough, so in the end I couldn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Climbed A Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had/Been In A Tree House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;36 (I don't mind climbing trees, if it wasn't for the fact that there are INSECTS on it! O_o;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Believed In Ghosts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Visited Jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;36 (what's gone streaking? ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Been Easily Amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;37 (I think I'm easily amused ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Caught A Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Cheated On A Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;40 (I'm not sure what moon is, but I know what flash is... &amp;amp; I don't remember people's names easily T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;42 (I never went scuba-diving, even though I wanted to ;-( snorkeling feels like a milder version, but it's definitely easier, I don't think I can really carry an oxygen tank around ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Bitten Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Licked Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;/span&gt; (I'm one of the few people that can trip going up the stairs lol but my hands react very fast, so I don't really fall ;-D &amp;amp; I bit my mum when I was young, got scolded for it ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Level 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Flattened someones tires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO FAR: &lt;/span&gt;45&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, I had a lotta insults in my mind when I was doing this tag, but I felt mean, so I didn't write it down... a few I couldn't resist tho lol ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-7486549568452949774?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/7486549568452949774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=7486549568452949774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7486549568452949774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7486549568452949774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-stupid-tag.html' title='[Tag] Stupid tag'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2522475197010642895</id><published>2009-03-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:21:23.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>It’s kinda strange, but for some reason, I never really talked about this other than with my family. Not that I really talked about it with my family either, but the difference is that although I wanted to tell my friends about it, I couldn’t, I’m not sure why. It’s like those things that are sinfully delightful… or maybe not, because the only example I can think of is an affair &amp;amp; skiing doesn’t apply in the same way ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we went skiing in China also. It was a lot of fun. &amp;amp; it was my childhood dream to ski, ever since I got to ski in Korea when I was 7 years old. At that age, my balance was quite good (it still is now hahahahaha) so it made sense that I loved something which I was naturally good at. Even now, my skiing was fine, so I enjoyed it a lot in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the reason why I never mentioned the fact to anyone outside my family was because it was such a big surprise. As in, when I got to skydive, I didn’t expect it either, but to ski?!? My dad obviously planned this for me, which shocked me a lot ^^; I can’t express in words my gratitude &amp;amp; guiltiness at the same time because sadly, I’m the kind who don’t express my feelings very well. &amp;amp; if you’re wondering why I feel guilty, it’s because I feel I don’t deserve it, that’s all. I don’t deserve anything, so I tend to feel guilty when good things happen to me, but on the other hand, I’m super happy &amp;amp; I feel like I take it for granted at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s why I’m blogging about this, not only because I think skiing is great, &amp;amp; that those who feel more confident in sports (if not sports, then skating) should definitely try skiing if they can, but because I’d like those few people who read my blog to know about it since I can’t tell them directly face-to-face anyway. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s probably only one person who I’d like to tell it to who doesn’t read my blog, so I’m not going to bother to tell that person. Even though I feel a bit sad about that, but I always tell myself that this kinda conversation doesn’t matter anyway, whether I tell or not. I dunno why I feel the need to tell almost everything that happens in my life to other people, but probably it’s normal, just that I have a bit of a problem in expressing myself sometimes, I wonder why. Hahaha ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the case of wanting to tell things that happened to me to people, I realised that I only want to tell the good things, the things that made me happy. I do tell the things that made me sad &amp;amp; angry, but that’s on a much smaller scale. Maybe I like telling it because it’s something happy, &amp;amp; it makes me happy, &amp;amp; hopefully it makes other people happy too lol ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I talked all about me, myself &amp;amp; that kinda crap instead of my usual description on the topic itself, like “Oh, skiing is wonderful! It’s like cycling downhill, but it’s a different kind of pleasure XD”. I don’t really feel like gushing on about how great skiing was, because it’s more possible to ski than bungee or skydive, &amp;amp; it’s much more cheaper, so the only thing stopping people from skiing (like me) is the place we live in T_T I used to wish Malaysia had 4 seasons, then I stopped wishing, but grumbled about it occasionally because I don’t really like the hot climate here even though I’ve lived here for 18 years ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe also because it’s been at least 3 months since it happened, so if there was anything I wanted to say about the skiing (as in, the description), I forgot all of it. &amp;amp; I can hear someone already saying, “Yala, why you like that wan, now only want to blog it =P”. &amp;amp; I’d defend myself by saying that I’m slow (which is true) &amp;amp; that I was busy (also true), but I probably wouldn’t have taken so long if it wasn’t for the pics that I posted up ^^; so it’s partly my fault, in the sense that I could’ve picked out the nicer pics &amp;amp; posted up less of them, but they all looked nice to me, &amp;amp; I already cut out a lot of other sculptures (maybe not that many, but there’re at least 10 more pics I could’ve put up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry if this is kinda long (&amp;amp; boring lol), but it’s been a while since I really blogged (as in, wrote my thoughts down). The previous posts were pics &amp;amp; pics &amp;amp; tags &amp;amp; whatnot hahahaha ^^; I’ve been sidetracked from what I planned this blog to be, but on the other hand, I feel like I’m running out on different thoughts to blog about lol it’s sad, I know, but I did already know that I’m a bit boring &amp;amp; predictable, &amp;amp; my thoughts are the same after a while. Probably the only different thoughts I have are about the manga that I read, which I don’t dare blog about ;-( that’s kinda sad too, but I didn’t think people are interested to read about the manga stories that I read, that’s all. Am I caring too much about what people think? I think that depends on my mood lol but most of the time, I do. But that’s not entirely bad, or wrong, because someone who wants to write a good blog would consider their readers obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I cared that much about my readers, I’d blog more often lol ;-P I think I’ll attempt writing about the manga that I read next time, even if people aren’t interested hehe ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will be a tag though ;-( I like doing tags, &amp;amp; I’ve been doing a number of them on facebook, which sorta satisfies my desire (can it be called a desire?), but this will be the last one on my blog for a while, cos I feel that I can put my tags in facebook now, so there’s no need for the blog for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop now, because I know I can continue on &amp;amp; on, but I’ve said most of my thoughts in the morning (yes, I’m doing this in the morning, right after I woke up). I don’t normally do this, so it’s a bit strange, but it’s ok, like writing in my diary (which I do have, just hardly update anymore ;-( ), &amp;amp; I took around 45 mins doing this post (I think that’s quite long ^^;), but if I wrote in my diary, I’d definitely take much longer because typing is much faster than writing, which is probably I don’t update my diary much. &amp;amp; the reason why I can’t update my blog much is also partly the same reason, in a different way, as in, I can’t blog if I’m not online or using the computer obviously, so I’m unable to blog frequently too. If blogging was like writing in my diary, then I’d probably blog more often lol maybe it’s all just talk, &amp;amp; if it was really true, I’d still be lazy &amp;amp; not blog much at all ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta stop haha ^^; see you~ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry that there are no pics on skiing ;-( I could put one or two up of how it looks like, but since I didn’t talk much about skiing anyway (so I should change the post title lol), I don’t feel like putting up the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-2522475197010642895?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2522475197010642895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2522475197010642895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2522475197010642895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2522475197010642895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/03/skiing.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2668939779493390000</id><published>2009-03-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:32:20.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Harbin - ice festival</title><content type='html'>I think the pictures alone would suffice. No words are needed ;-) but some pics may be blur ;-( &amp;amp; there're quite a lotta pics, so it may be a bit messy ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfakd74jfLI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5mhYw5lN_UE/s1600-h/100_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfakd74jfLI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5mhYw5lN_UE/s320/100_3763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628043237620914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably the nicest pic among the rest ^^; but if not, it's one of the nicest... cos it's the one my dad picked for the desktop background of the com atm XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdyiLfGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vSSe-2K-cuA/s1600-h/100_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdyiLfGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vSSe-2K-cuA/s320/100_3764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628040727854178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdquUsqI/AAAAAAAAA44/XtEmTpoL0Us/s1600-h/100_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdquUsqI/AAAAAAAAA44/XtEmTpoL0Us/s320/100_3762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628038631305890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdaIz26I/AAAAAAAAA4w/3PbogLfm9gU/s1600-h/100_3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdaIz26I/AAAAAAAAA4w/3PbogLfm9gU/s320/100_3759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628034178997154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdFC8LrI/AAAAAAAAA4o/an8IDustarU/s1600-h/100_3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfakdFC8LrI/AAAAAAAAA4o/an8IDustarU/s320/100_3758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628028517232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked a lot like gold *__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoSc8eO2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/XZDDxUHU_0g/s1600-h/100_3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoSc8eO2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/XZDDxUHU_0g/s320/100_3771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632244000504674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoSHwkZII/AAAAAAAAA5o/CkhYQjoGFOE/s1600-h/100_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoSHwkZII/AAAAAAAAA5o/CkhYQjoGFOE/s320/100_3770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632238313432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoR9iQmtI/AAAAAAAAA5g/t71e4ZkgEJc/s1600-h/100_3769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoR9iQmtI/AAAAAAAAA5g/t71e4ZkgEJc/s320/100_3769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632235569060562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this looked a lot like gold too XD it looked better than the 1st one to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoRkQHS1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yMtTO_spyPU/s1600-h/100_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoRkQHS1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yMtTO_spyPU/s320/100_3766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632228782066514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoRcpWYxI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ur2QONNXYzg/s1600-h/100_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaoRcpWYxI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ur2QONNXYzg/s320/100_3765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632226740429586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarK2cAknI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fYbnH15semU/s1600-h/100_3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarK2cAknI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fYbnH15semU/s320/100_3776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635411939594866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKsWSMoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AvHn4GkzQrs/s1600-h/100_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKsWSMoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AvHn4GkzQrs/s320/100_3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635409231229570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them really looked like cinderella's castle, I think it was this one XD even though it's blur ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKWRsQTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/icUms6vyLDs/s1600-h/100_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKWRsQTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/icUms6vyLDs/s320/100_3773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635403306385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKGkg9oI/AAAAAAAAA54/K1VDKiqAYQs/s1600-h/100_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarKGkg9oI/AAAAAAAAA54/K1VDKiqAYQs/s320/100_3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635399090370178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarLAoLt8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/4rUqnMKNFos/s1600-h/100_3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfarLAoLt8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/4rUqnMKNFos/s320/100_3777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635414675011522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatpVB5nTI/AAAAAAAAA7A/-aq3nTpkXns/s1600-h/100_3784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatpVB5nTI/AAAAAAAAA7A/-aq3nTpkXns/s320/100_3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638134570917170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatpAsUl3I/AAAAAAAAA64/F-S53KVJ2Zo/s1600-h/100_3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatpAsUl3I/AAAAAAAAA64/F-S53KVJ2Zo/s320/100_3783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638129111701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfato48dMtI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9QlspzzixA4/s1600-h/100_3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfato48dMtI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9QlspzzixA4/s320/100_3782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638127031890642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatoiB5FeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/jh6-nJmlBcw/s1600-h/100_3780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatoiB5FeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/jh6-nJmlBcw/s320/100_3780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638120880674274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatoY7LSsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Imre0x9sYXs/s1600-h/100_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfatoY7LSsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Imre0x9sYXs/s320/100_3779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638118436588226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfawi2mjEvI/AAAAAAAAA7o/MOtqXHZqqUs/s1600-h/100_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfawi2mjEvI/AAAAAAAAA7o/MOtqXHZqqUs/s320/100_3793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641321858798322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawivxlOXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/VCByxIUKDS8/s1600-h/100_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawivxlOXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/VCByxIUKDS8/s320/100_3792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641320026028402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawidVoNqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sXfzWwMj77c/s1600-h/100_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawidVoNqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sXfzWwMj77c/s320/100_3791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641315076945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawiId4UjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/r7eKpRDVlsw/s1600-h/100_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfawiId4UjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/r7eKpRDVlsw/s320/100_3789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641309474411058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfawh-FNyyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hsEDSPP2Dc4/s1600-h/100_3786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfawh-FNyyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hsEDSPP2Dc4/s320/100_3786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641306686606114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0WPPQLjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CmVWODOtFeg/s1600-h/100_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0WPPQLjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CmVWODOtFeg/s320/100_3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645503180189234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0V6mzAaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/2RBpw2Fz7Kk/s1600-h/100_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0V6mzAaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/2RBpw2Fz7Kk/s320/100_3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645497641796002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0VhhdUvI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Nk-IKhKeDp4/s1600-h/100_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0VhhdUvI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Nk-IKhKeDp4/s320/100_3798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645490908517106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0Ve2m9wI/AAAAAAAAA74/RnATVqbTALY/s1600-h/100_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0Ve2m9wI/AAAAAAAAA74/RnATVqbTALY/s320/100_3796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645490191922946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0VDvGwOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/FJ4THZcwlLo/s1600-h/100_3794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa0VDvGwOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/FJ4THZcwlLo/s320/100_3794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645482912694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3bA0QwPI/AAAAAAAAA84/7MG9hWZSwwk/s1600-h/100_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3bA0QwPI/AAAAAAAAA84/7MG9hWZSwwk/s320/100_3811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329648883743113458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3a2JBQ5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/mElg1jlWKC4/s1600-h/100_3810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3a2JBQ5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/mElg1jlWKC4/s320/100_3810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329648880877388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3avi8KWI/AAAAAAAAA8o/490XhZ1xKz8/s1600-h/100_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3avi8KWI/AAAAAAAAA8o/490XhZ1xKz8/s320/100_3809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329648879107058018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3aZRvesI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mwmcdvXQpOs/s1600-h/100_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3aZRvesI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mwmcdvXQpOs/s320/100_3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329648873129343682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3aCl5eOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Y-8l_BabNBE/s1600-h/100_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa3aCl5eOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Y-8l_BabNBE/s320/100_3802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329648867039869154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention, this was a bit common in harbin, there are quite a number of ice slides there! so cool right~ ^__^ some cost money, but this particular one was free, so there were lots of people queuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7ea13o4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/B06fd3grdv0/s1600-h/100_3813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7ea13o4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/B06fd3grdv0/s320/100_3813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653340315296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few snow sculptures too, but it was mostly ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7eCpIPDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/V1IJv3riV4s/s1600-h/100_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7eCpIPDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/V1IJv3riV4s/s320/100_3812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653333819407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7eaOactI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ba41r20jaFQ/s1600-h/100_3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfa7eaOactI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ba41r20jaFQ/s320/100_3816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653340149805778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were going out, this was the last thing we saw. a bit strange that there were suddenly paintings &amp;amp; calligraphy there. ^^;&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/8928399533724568157-2668939779493390000?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2668939779493390000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2668939779493390000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2668939779493390000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2668939779493390000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/03/harbin-ice-festival.html' title='Harbin - ice festival'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/Sfakd74jfLI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5mhYw5lN_UE/s72-c/100_3763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-6596364174573303959</id><published>2009-02-26T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:32:20.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Harbin - aquarium &amp; snow festival</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I bloggged. I was procrastinating cos I find it very tedious to upload pics, &amp;amp; also because I haven't had much chance at all in April to go online, I've juz been busy concentrating on my studies T_T now I don't have much time still, but more like I'm going to be having study break in may, so I can go on9 more (hopefully) &amp;amp; try to study at the same time ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main attraction was the snow &amp;amp; ice festival, so that's my focus for this post (well, the snow sculptures, that is). Of course, we did other things too, since we only saw the festival for quite a short while (a few hours). Like going to see the aquarium ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSys3naxtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2OgIccHzwqM/s1600-h/100_3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSys3naxtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2OgIccHzwqM/s320/100_3624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306562744862557906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSysggD-mI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mMeSCJztBCI/s1600-h/100_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSysggD-mI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mMeSCJztBCI/s320/100_3623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306562738657688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were 2 shows, the sea lion &amp;amp; the beluga whale. We didn't get to see the sea lion show, but we managed to see the latter. They're quite unique actually ^_^ &amp;amp; that pose is the main highlight of the show too lol the pose makes ppl go "awww~" XD the person on the left is a girl, &amp;amp; on the right is a guy. So I found it amusing that the guy has to kiss the whale too! ;-D hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here're the snow sculptures pics~ (lots of pics for this post) ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA16LHiNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tDVEryZ8ago/s1600-h/100_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA16LHiNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tDVEryZ8ago/s320/100_3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841111562586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2q1raTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-j7FjfLqeJw/s1600-h/100_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2q1raTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-j7FjfLqeJw/s320/100_3641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841124626000178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminded me of a fairytale I read about some giant's children, &amp;amp; the boy who fooled the giants by squeezing water out of cheese which they thought was a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsChzR6l_I/AAAAAAAAA04/0MQSn25FQ78/s1600-h/100_3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsChzR6l_I/AAAAAAAAA04/0MQSn25FQ78/s320/100_3663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842965137922034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCiRtmBgI/AAAAAAAAA1I/1dn3FTCTgd0/s1600-h/100_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCiRtmBgI/AAAAAAAAA1I/1dn3FTCTgd0/s320/100_3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842973307078146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it's the year of the ox, I'm quite sure there were more sculptures, but I didn't bother to put take picture of it, cos I don't really like oxes ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2-9kFoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8aqktULpGYk/s1600-h/100_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2-9kFoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8aqktULpGYk/s320/100_3661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841130027783810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCitQguaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/6ZnZMG2XZiE/s1600-h/100_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCitQguaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/6ZnZMG2XZiE/s320/100_3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842980701288866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCibBabCI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Tz4I5ELc7RA/s1600-h/100_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCibBabCI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Tz4I5ELc7RA/s320/100_3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842975806123042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYDW6iDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ENDqgYyaBmA/s1600-h/100_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYDW6iDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ENDqgYyaBmA/s320/100_3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313221029655119922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is "Time Standing Still" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaZFjEFcI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GrnZAbj4evA/s1600-h/100_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaZFjEFcI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GrnZAbj4evA/s320/100_3683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313221047422817730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYhfbaRI/AAAAAAAAA14/fcryVJQ5S2Q/s1600-h/100_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYhfbaRI/AAAAAAAAA14/fcryVJQ5S2Q/s320/100_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313221037743892754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCiLc2i3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/hyzHWz8tHFM/s1600-h/100_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsCiLc2i3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/hyzHWz8tHFM/s320/100_3664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842971626244978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYNUDpXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5LwoL2UUJtw/s1600-h/100_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaYNUDpXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5LwoL2UUJtw/s320/100_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313221032327488882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azlan!!! XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaX-Ee6kI/AAAAAAAAA1g/NzsNkyK46X8/s1600-h/100_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbxaX-Ee6kI/AAAAAAAAA1g/NzsNkyK46X8/s320/100_3668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313221028235635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6xtM-zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1EfdmEjuIA8/s1600-h/100_3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6xtM-zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1EfdmEjuIA8/s320/100_3697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603249954421554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6h1-I8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/7_YlBPEoBgs/s1600-h/100_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6h1-I8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/7_YlBPEoBgs/s320/100_3696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603245696230338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunny using a laptop!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6fpocBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7BbNi_r0Rp4/s1600-h/100_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6fpocBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7BbNi_r0Rp4/s320/100_3695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603245107605522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6P-mGQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2g5SQweUVjI/s1600-h/100_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN6P-mGQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2g5SQweUVjI/s320/100_3692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603240900565250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN55ibvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ke2RPSGog9M/s1600-h/100_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaN55ibvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ke2RPSGog9M/s320/100_3691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603234876865746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I saw the pig, I was like, "wth?!?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjxrp8uI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/6piLGfGJHsw/s1600-h/100_3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjxrp8uI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/6piLGfGJHsw/s320/100_3704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606153345823458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQj-tPycI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KSr2kU9IePc/s1600-h/100_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQj-tPycI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KSr2kU9IePc/s320/100_3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606156842158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjsSxDPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MpFwcS6wbo4/s1600-h/100_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjsSxDPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MpFwcS6wbo4/s320/100_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606151899254002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I took picture of it cos it obviously broke, so sad ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjTCFGoI/AAAAAAAAA24/7hUfQqNLJLQ/s1600-h/100_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjTCFGoI/AAAAAAAAA24/7hUfQqNLJLQ/s320/100_3700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606145118378626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that kinda sculpture, so my sis helped me take a back &amp;amp; front view... actually she took 4 angles lol but I'm not gonna show the other 2 sides, I don't think people will be interested ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjOGNqII/AAAAAAAAA2w/hAk1XQPZkz4/s1600-h/100_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaQjOGNqII/AAAAAAAAA2w/hAk1XQPZkz4/s320/100_3699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606143793539202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYjkhx_I/AAAAAAAAA34/P75PKMf25qY/s1600-h/100_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYjkhx_I/AAAAAAAAA34/P75PKMf25qY/s320/100_3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329612557649037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYZ8D39I/AAAAAAAAA3w/9GVqohjoJSY/s1600-h/100_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYZ8D39I/AAAAAAAAA3w/9GVqohjoJSY/s320/100_3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329612555063386066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYOH42XI/AAAAAAAAA3o/UGhukrGW3hg/s1600-h/100_3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWYOH42XI/AAAAAAAAA3o/UGhukrGW3hg/s320/100_3713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329612551891769714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWXwt3V9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/3wbWk_6Ep9g/s1600-h/100_3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWXwt3V9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/3wbWk_6Ep9g/s320/100_3712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329612543997990866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWXbPhKTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gmtyGFI5a7o/s1600-h/100_3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaWXbPhKTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gmtyGFI5a7o/s320/100_3706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329612538233563442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the title "dream" was stupid for this sculpture, but then again, I don't like this sculpture anyway ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpSBU82I/AAAAAAAAA4g/uEZ4l1Hpi1U/s1600-h/100_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpSBU82I/AAAAAAAAA4g/uEZ4l1Hpi1U/s320/100_3755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616143530652514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZopWSaXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/7_XDvtAWO20/s1600-h/100_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZopWSaXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/7_XDvtAWO20/s320/100_3729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616132612712818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpZ0Iu1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/N1R2wLHh85Y/s1600-h/100_3746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpZ0Iu1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/N1R2wLHh85Y/s320/100_3746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616145622809426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpMLTiVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/H3xJrIMSdpI/s1600-h/100_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZpMLTiVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/H3xJrIMSdpI/s320/100_3735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616141961890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZoxKQYbI/AAAAAAAAA4I/a-WbLRNSCH0/s1600-h/100_3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SfaZoxKQYbI/AAAAAAAAA4I/a-WbLRNSCH0/s320/100_3733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329616134709731762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it funny to see that thing taking food from the pumpkin or whatever it is like that ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, my fav sculpture (&amp;amp; the most good-looking one too lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA1xNioOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CNRWGNoEDoE/s1600-h/100_3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA1xNioOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CNRWGNoEDoE/s320/100_3638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841109156831458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it so nice that I came back &amp;amp; took another picture (actually a few more) later haha ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2H23SfI/AAAAAAAAA0g/myBnocfyC-Q/s1600-h/100_3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SbsA2H23SfI/AAAAAAAAA0g/myBnocfyC-Q/s320/100_3639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841115235731954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reminds me of the prince caspian kinda look lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm tired, so I'll stop here. I'll continue the ice festival pics in my next post ^^;&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/8928399533724568157-6596364174573303959?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/6596364174573303959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=6596364174573303959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6596364174573303959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6596364174573303959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/02/harbin-aquarium-snow-festival.html' title='Harbin - aquarium &amp; snow festival'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSys3naxtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2OgIccHzwqM/s72-c/100_3624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-4702586657446456933</id><published>2009-02-20T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:32:20.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Beijing</title><content type='html'>I decided to write about my trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, since there’re a few things I want to say about it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The thing about going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at Chinese New Year time is quite special compared to going other places at Chinese New Year. Since nearly everyone in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is Chinese, it’s obvious that everyone celebrates Chinese New Year there. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, they get 8 days public holiday starting from the first day of Chinese New Year. XD XD&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, there’re still people working during those 8 days obviously, like the tour guide, &amp;amp; the restaurants. But even so, a lot of restaurants would close during the New Year. So we expected all the shops to be closed, but thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another lovely thing about spending Chinese New Year in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is seeing the fireworks. ^__^ You won’t be able to see that many fireworks in the air anywhere else on Chinese New Year. They just kept going on &amp;amp; on!!! Everyone buys fireworks, because they believe that if they spend all that money on fireworks, money will come in that year. &amp;amp; of course, they also believe that it chases the evil spirits &amp;amp; bad luck away. So I got to see a lot of fireworks &amp;amp; firecrackers, &amp;amp; fireworks exploding directly above my head. It was a beautiful sight. &amp;amp; you also feel the Chinese New Year atmosphere there. ;-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JMB1F8LAMLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JMB1F8LAMLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;firecrackers ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90KNN21Th2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90KNN21Th2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; the fireworks, close up XD sorry, but I was taking the video vertically, so the fireworks are coming out from the left of the screen instead of the bottom, looks kinda weird ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSjOLAyZDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4VG5ptF-iQE/s1600-h/IMGP0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSjOLAyZDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4VG5ptF-iQE/s320/IMGP0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545724818875442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another special thing about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; which isn’t in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is their dumplings *__* But I didn’t like those dumplings very much ^^; well, they don’t have yee sang in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; either, so I guess yee sang is a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt; thing…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, we went to 2 places in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:city&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harbin&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We went there before, because we had gone to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at least 4 times already, &amp;amp; our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:city&gt;, in 1996, &amp;amp; we went &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Harbin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in 2000. Cos I was quite young at that time, I hardly remembered anything from our trips to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but that could also be caused by the language barrier because last time they didn’t have English speaking tour guides. Now they finally are able to provide, but unfortunately the English speaking tour guide in Harbin wasn’t so good ^^; most of the time it was either him struggling to understand us, or vice versa lol otherwise, he was ok, a young &amp;amp; enthusiastic man hahaha wth that sounds weird. Although I said young, but he’s 26, &amp;amp; he thinks he’s old (all 20+ people seem to feel old, I wonder why), but maybe it’s because he was comparing it to my age, but I didn’t think we were that far apart, well, more than 5 years could be considered quite far apart, but maybe it’s just the feeling I got from him, that he’s still a bit like a child lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry, got sidetracked for a while ^^; back to our trip, basically we went to those places ppl should go to in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Like, the Forbidden City ^__^ &amp;amp; the great wall, of course XD There were other historical places we went to too, but I don’t remember much about them, sorry ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDXC51tI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ulSFGx3q5E0/s1600-h/100_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDXC51tI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ulSFGx3q5E0/s320/100_3381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043606186874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was at the base, where we just started out... whenever I see lots of stairs like this, I lose the will to walk up lol ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDWJ2XSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/t1C6utiIBRE/s1600-h/100_3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDWJ2XSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/t1C6utiIBRE/s320/100_3384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043605947571490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this was after the initial flight of stairs, but as you can see, still a long way to go lol it's not so obvious in the picture, but in real life it's really quite steep, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NEC6G2UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4Av4aHSY1F4/s1600-h/100_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NEC6G2UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4Av4aHSY1F4/s320/100_3394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043617961138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;hahaha dunno whether you noticed, but in this picture it's more obvious that there're ppl resting on the stairs along the way ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDsfUMrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_WDwSqimlDc/s1600-h/100_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDsfUMrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_WDwSqimlDc/s320/100_3387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043611943187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDwQV0RI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Gjd9V7DWFlg/s1600-h/100_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZ9NDwQV0RI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Gjd9V7DWFlg/s320/100_3389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043612954120466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try &amp;amp; capture my fear in the pics, but it's not so easy. While walking up, I'd imagine myself slipping &amp;amp; falling down the stairs... I think it'd definitely be fatal *shudders* or maybe not, if I were to crash into the ppl below me, but injuring them would make me feel bad too ^^; so I was trying to show how steep the stairs are, but it's not very obvious... anyway, I was very careful when walking up, I never let go of the handrails lol ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh, &amp;amp; we managed to reach the top of the hill in 1 hour &amp;amp; 10-15 mins!  *proud* Cos the stupid tour guide gave a time limit of 2 hours, even though this tour is supposed to be more customised *grumblegrumble* but since we went down faster than coming up (obviously lol), we made it in 2 hours ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVdq9ecI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CukdJZC4Zco/s1600-h/100_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVdq9ecI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CukdJZC4Zco/s320/100_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306546949598312898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot where this was... oh well, I just know it's definitely not the forbidden city, so it's not that important lol... the special thing about this picture is its unique design on the wall, if you didn't notice... the top windows above the red lanterns are all different shapes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVkMKFcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/GTYq4G2C-4Y/s1600-h/100_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVkMKFcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/GTYq4G2C-4Y/s320/100_3503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306546951348164034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;a minisized version of the forbidden city! XD I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVm3H8rI/AAAAAAAAAzw/--B_LVRrug8/s1600-h/100_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSkVm3H8rI/AAAAAAAAAzw/--B_LVRrug8/s320/100_3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306546952065249970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;another model of the forbidden city ^__^ it'd be nice if I could live in such a splendid place like that, I think I wouldn't even mind going round the whole house everyday! XD lol that's if I had lots of free time, of course...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;next post, harbin! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-4702586657446456933?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/4702586657446456933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=4702586657446456933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/4702586657446456933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/4702586657446456933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/02/beijing.html' title='Beijing'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SaSjOLAyZDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4VG5ptF-iQE/s72-c/IMGP0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-2547228067497329149</id><published>2009-02-11T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:24:07.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Society'/><title type='text'>Pet Society</title><content type='html'>Hi!!! ^__^ I've been meaning to blog ever since CNY, &amp;amp; obviously about China  XD I'm uploading a video now on youtube, so while waiting to for it to upload (if it does), I decided to blog about something else 1st, because I've delayed blogging long enough to blog about China, so I might as well blog about something else 1st, &amp;amp; China next time since there's no hurry anyway ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the latest thing in my life since that lovely holiday week (which was too short, why can't hols be longer?!?) is that I got obsessed on Pet Society ^^; the obsession lasted for a short while only though, surprisingly, cos I don't feel obsessed about it anymore lol. But 1 of the 1st things I still do atm when going on9 is to load PS, so I'm not completely sick of it. Actually, I'm not sick of PS at all, but I just feel lazy to play it, compared to when I 1st started out, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk all about PS, but I feel that most people would know about it already, so I don't wanna bore anyone with a long explanation about it ;-( but let me just summarise it by quoting what 2 people said after I explained about it... "It's like Neopets". But someone I know doesn't like Neopets but likes PS, so then it all depends on the person in the end, becaused I liked Neopets ;-D I still do, just feel lazy to play only ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between PS &amp;amp; Neopets is that in PS, it's like sims, in the sense that you get to dress up your pet, &amp;amp; decorate the rooms in your house. Well, I said rooms, but when you start out, you only get 1 room, &amp;amp; when you level up, you get more rooms, that's it. &amp;amp; your levelling up (as in, your pet, that is), is based on points (paw points lol), &amp;amp; there's also coins (there's a difference). Coins allows you to buy things for your pet, like clothes, or for your room (like furniture, &amp;amp; toys! ;-D). I'm not sure what paw points are really for, to me they're just to get more rooms ^_^ but you can only get 6 rooms max in a house, &amp;amp; you can only have 1 house, which is why I've gotten lazy trying to level up. Not that I reached 6 rooms already, actually, I reached 4 only, but I feel like my enthusiasm ran out lol I'm like that ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I'd just put up a few pics of my pet XD I'd like to show the rooms also,but it's too bothersome to printscreen the rooms, because the rooms are wider, &amp;amp; you've to click the arrows to move around the room (left &amp;amp; right arrows only), so you can't see the whole room on the screen T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYn3o3PI/AAAAAAAAAyg/kfNOh35OhDA/s1600-h/setsunasa2+admiral+drum+boy.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYlLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAyY/c4wqBcPhVd4/s1600-h/setsunasa2+tux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYlLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAyY/c4wqBcPhVd4/s320/setsunasa2+tux.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824600711026002" border="0" /&gt;                  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYm_jqGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OMOp4qCqHcc/s1600-h/setsunasa2+maid.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYU__iRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tB02-KqqoEw/s1600-h/setsunasa2+casual.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYU__iRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tB02-KqqoEw/s320/setsunasa2+casual.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824596368918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isn't he cute? XD it's a he, btw, I purposely chose it to be a male muahahahaha XP default gender seems to be a female, if the people creating the pet didn't notice ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYm_jqGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OMOp4qCqHcc/s1600-h/setsunasa2+maid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYm_jqGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OMOp4qCqHcc/s320/setsunasa2+maid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824601198930018" border="0" /&gt;                    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYSR7MjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UBI1rp-eOvE/s1600-h/setsunasa2+blue+uniform.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYSR7MjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UBI1rp-eOvE/s320/setsunasa2+blue+uniform.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824595638825522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; cos I found the girl's clothings quite cute too... I CROSS-DRESSED him XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor thing hahahahaha ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYn3o3PI/AAAAAAAAAyg/kfNOh35OhDA/s1600-h/setsunasa2+admiral+drum+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYn3o3PI/AAAAAAAAAyg/kfNOh35OhDA/s320/setsunasa2+admiral+drum+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824601434152178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a doting pet owner XD btw, dressing up the pets reminds me of barbie dolls ^^; but they're SO much cuter than barbie dolls XD but I guess we're all still like children, which shows that there's nothing wrong or embarrassing playing with barbie dolls (unless you're a guy ^^;) even when you're not a child anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have more pics of my pet (which is why someone was suggesting that I post them on a PS blog lol but I didn't wanna bore PS fans with pics of MY pet lol cos I keep on saying "so cute! so cute!" Those who were with me had to put up with that, poor things ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you think my pet is cute too lol XP agree with me! hahahaha XD btw, one of my lecturers is like that, she'd teach, &amp;amp; then when she asks us something like, "You remember learning this, rite?", nobody would respond, so she'd say, "Say yes!" lol that makes students laugh, but it's the way she says it too, the only person I know who does that. On the other hand, another of my lecturers says "I'll kill you!" or "I'll slap you!" which reminds me of achmed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; another thing about the pets is that they have no fingers! so they're just like Doraemon LOL XP so although the pets have accesories that you can put on their arm, like bracelets &amp;amp; watches, but obviously you can't put a ring on them. This was obvious to some ppl (but not me) because there was an outfit of a wedding gown, &amp;amp; there was a bridal tiara (which looked nice), &amp;amp; bridal bracelet, but no ring!!! Kinda feels incomplete, doesn't it? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest new item that came out (because of valentine's day) was a diamond ring, &amp;amp; I forgot that pets couldn't wear it, but it's a good thing I didn't buy it. Because the diamond ring was in a box, so it's more like decoration around the house. You click on the box, &amp;amp; the pet goes to the box, &amp;amp; waves its hand, &amp;amp; the box opens! &amp;amp; the pet laughs lol the pets laugh a lot, it cld get irritating after a while, which is why I don't bother to switch on the sounds effect ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's about it... next post... China? I hope so ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-2547228067497329149?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/2547228067497329149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=2547228067497329149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2547228067497329149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/2547228067497329149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-society.html' title='Pet Society'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SZPdYlLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAyY/c4wqBcPhVd4/s72-c/setsunasa2+tux.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-7144133461611050265</id><published>2009-01-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:49:58.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>L'Arc~en~Ciel</title><content type='html'>This is my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; post for the year 2009. ^^; kinda late to blog, since it’s been more than 2 weeks since the new year.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been busy with the start of college &amp;amp; subjects, but in the back of my mind occasionally I’d think of blogging lol. As usual, the things that I thought I’d blog about I forgot already, but there were a few things I wanted to blog about in the hols, but because of the lousy connection at that time, I ended up not using the computer at all in Dec ;-(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the things I wanted to blog about was my latest obsession XD it’s kinda irritating when you’re obsessed, cos it could affect your sleep &amp;amp; all that, but on the other hand, there are moments when you are very, very, VERY happy ^______^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; since my blog is like my thoughts &amp;amp; all that, I thought I’d juz blog about it, since I’m CRAZY about it ;-P actually, in Dec I was crazy about it, &amp;amp; now, the feelings have been replaced by a mild obsession, which is close to obsession, but without the losing sleep part ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, my obsession is this group called L’Arc~en~Ciel XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NHdUUgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9s-KxhfGYxw/s1600-h/larc_announce3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NHdUUgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9s-KxhfGYxw/s320/larc_announce3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291014005430964738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consist of a singer, a guitarist, a bassist &amp;amp; a drummer. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s kinda strange how I started liking them. The people who were near me in Dec would think there’s something wrong with me, because it’s as though I suddenly started liking them. But actually, it wasn’t as sudden as I thought. Thinking about it, I’ve liked them for quite a while, just that the liking increased a lot when I saw their music videos ^^; lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, I heard a few songs of theirs quite long ago (around 2004), &amp;amp; I only had a few of their songs which I liked. But when it got easier to d/l music, then I found a whole page of their entire discography (in 2007), so I decided to collect all their songs ^__^ &amp;amp; around that time (also in 2007, not sure which came 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; though, but the connection on my comp was quite good in 2007, so I d/led a lot that year) I started getting interested in music videos, &amp;amp; since it was easy to d/l, when I found a whole page of their music videos, I decided to d/l it as well. Other than that page of music videos, I don’t think I’ve seen a collection of more music videos from any other artists. L’Arc~en~Ciel had at least 40 music videos!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only other artist that I downloaded all his music videos was Gackt, &amp;amp; that was around 20, I think. But L’Arc~en~Ciel started since 1992, whereas Gackt started his solo career in 1999, so technically Gackt did more music videos than L’Arc~en~Ciel considering the time frame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, back to how I liked them. Although I d/led their songs &amp;amp; music videos in 2007, I didn’t listen to or watch it because I didn’t have that much free time, &amp;amp; I was busy listening to Gackt at that time lol. So, I only started listening to them last year in 2008 (I think it was around March). &amp;amp; at first, I just thought their songs were ok, a few were nice, but I grew fond of the songs. &amp;amp; I saw a few of their performances (only 2 actually) in 2007, which probably was what made me decide to d/l their music videos (it’s mean to say this, but my principle of d/ling videos, or rather music videos, is that if the ppl in it are ugly, I don’t want to watch it ^^;). So, obviously I thought they looked not bad, &amp;amp; the vocalist, hyde, was the type that I like ;-D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I’m that kind of shallow person who likes ppl based on looks, but it seems that there were some singers that I like that are ugly, but I didn’t think they were ugly. Maybe they’re not so bad, &amp;amp; the person I was showing it to had higher standards or something, but I liked those singer’s songs first before I saw them. It was the same with L’Arc~en~Ciel actually, just that I don’t think I’d be obsessed with them if it wasn’t because I like hyde so much ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NcradrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hyKQOHi97lM/s1600-h/0034702805_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NcradrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hyKQOHi97lM/s320/0034702805_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291014011127232178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don’t have any good pictures of hyde (altho I feel this pic is not bad, but I wouldn't like him very much if I saw this pic), so it’s obvious that I didn’t exactly like him because of his looks, but more because of how his personality is on TV. I mean, I like him the way I like to watch Johnny Depp. But he’s not even acting, so there’s actually not reason for me to like him just like that ^^; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NV-8r_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/3t_rCfeS96c/s1600-h/hyde+jojoushi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NV-8r_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/3t_rCfeS96c/s320/hyde+jojoushi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291014009330118642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is from one of their music videos. Obviously, I print screen-ed it XD I guess that’s sth like the kind of look that I like, so if other ppl don’t like this picture, then it’s obvious that they don’t like that type of look lol ;-P but those who know me know that I like guys with longish hair, &amp;amp; I also tend to like guys that look a bit like girls, although to me, I'd never think of them being close to a girl, but lots of girls don't like girlish guys cos they don't look like guys basically, whereas I think it's obvious that they're still guys LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally finished listening to their discography last Dec. &amp;amp; after listening to their discography, I decided to watch their music videos (since I had so much free time because I couldn’t use the computer ^^;). At first, I was just having fun laughing at hyde because of the way he’d perform in music videos (I’m not sure whether what he was doing could be called dancing, but it was amusing to watch). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then, seeing the music videos made me grow fond of them, &amp;amp; especially hyde of course. Another thing was that in 2007 (around Aug), my dad accidentally taped their 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Anniversary Live for me (because he was taping other things). I think that that was also partly another reason why I liked them more, because it was nice seeing them perform, &amp;amp; the few songs that I knew were performed in it too ^__^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; that’s about it, my story on how I started liking them. Not sure whether it makes sense, because it’s a bit jumbled up, but that’s how my thoughts are ^^; sorry to bore you with my obsession, but even blogging about it makes me happy XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; I only blog about my obsessions once anyway, so far the obsessions that I have had since I started blogging was gay comics (it’s still an obsession), love comics (I still like to read it, but there are less nice stories now ^^;), gackt (that post was even shorter, but I wasn’t that obsessed about him anyway, but I was pretty obsessed about him at one time, I’m quite sure I lost a bit of sleep because of him lol), &amp;amp; of course L’Arc~en~Ciel. Also, I still like Heath Ledger, even though he's dead, but I don't consider that an obsession, because I didn't even see all his movies ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t think I’ll be blogging about L’Arc~en~Ciel again because there’s nothing much that I could say about them without going into fangirl mode ^^; &amp;amp; I’m not really talking about them themselves, if ppl wanted to find out more about them, they can check them out at wikipedia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, but another thing I’d like to say about them is that they have their own solo projects even though they’re still a band. So obviously, I focused on hyde’s solo projects, but I haven’t listened to his songs yet or watched his videos, even though I d/led them ^^; I’ve decided to take it slow lol ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: I’m going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in CNY!!! XD I’m looking forward to that ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since this was sth I uploaded, if anyone is interested in L'Arc~en~Ciel, this was what they looked like when they sorta started out ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/76950137/638bccb9/Debut_-_Vivid_Colors.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/76950137/638bccb9/Debut_-_Vivid_Colors.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 13 seconds of their debut at Music Station, &amp;amp; the ppl in the box at the bottom right of the video are L'Arc~en~Ciel. Lol hyde's reaction when he saw his own debut video was funny, obviously he was embarrassed, or else he wouldn't have laughed &amp;amp; covered his face with his hands ;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-7144133461611050265?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/7144133461611050265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=7144133461611050265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7144133461611050265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/7144133461611050265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2009/01/larcenciel.html' title='L&apos;Arc~en~Ciel'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SW11NHdUUgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9s-KxhfGYxw/s72-c/larc_announce3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-6053410409763800353</id><published>2008-12-08T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>My exams  just ended!!! Which is why I'm finally blogging so long after being inactive for so long~ ^^; well, quite long, but actually, it was about a month, or less, that I started cutting off from going online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I've nothing much to say except that I'm feeling so... free. It's like, floating in the air, the burden on my shoulders has disappeared O_O;; I feel.... I dunno what to feel hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, in my stressful moments, I'd dream of all the things to do when my exams end, &amp;amp; I'd write them down. This time I forgot, but since I remembered it very near the exams, I still wrote down a bit of things that I'd like to do. There are A LOT of things I'd want to do, all to do with wasting time, so the best time would be in the hols. A lotta stuff I've been wanting to do since last year or the year before that. I guess there're too many ways to waste time, a person'd never actually finish them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange, but during studying for exam, I actually lost the desire to download. But that's most probably cos of the lousy connection in my house and the poor download speed. So most probably this time in the hols I'm gonna spend a lotta time reading. There's been lots of books that I haven't read, &amp;amp; kept on delaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 forums I've been obsessed with lately tho. One was juz recently (bad timing tho), last fri, the other was earlier on, &amp;amp; I wanted to blog about it, but I changed my mind, &amp;amp; by now, I'm not so obsessed already ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wanted to blog about it was actually because I'm a global moderator on that forum! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA *proud* I've always wanted to be a moderator on a forum, &amp;amp; I finally became one! &amp;amp; I wanted to help expand the forum, which is why I wanted to blog about it here... you see, there are only 4 members on the forum ^^; sadly, it feels quite pathetic, &amp;amp; telling ppl it has 4 members is not a really good start, but even if you felt pity &amp;amp; joined, there'd be no meaning if you didn't post, but it's up to you what you want to do anyway, &amp;amp; I understand how lazy it feels to post in forums &amp;amp; keep track with posts ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; blogging is for the sake of sharing, rather than for ulterior motives, although I usually have ulterior motives when I say, ask or do something ;-P well, maybe not all the time, but pretty much... there're times when I'm zoned out, &amp;amp; for some reason ppl expect me to have an ulterior motive at that time, of all times ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I have a topic to blog (hopefully more now, since I'm free), I'll post again ;-) until then~ ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-6053410409763800353?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/6053410409763800353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=6053410409763800353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6053410409763800353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6053410409763800353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!!'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-6282671179642740805</id><published>2008-11-05T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:25:50.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, with the technology of computers all over, there has been less need to write. Nevertheless, it is still an essential skill in life.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; you have just seen an intro paragraph of what I would’ve written for an essay on “Writing” lol ;-P of course, it would be much longer, but I felt that I was wasting my time, so I stopped. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, since I’m still in college, I still have a fair bit of writing to do, &amp;amp; all my exams are paper-based, not computer-based. But I think (or hope) that working life will be different *__* not that I mind writing, I don’t mind it at all, just that I’d think it’d be perfectly natural to live &amp;amp; work in a computer environment XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was something I used to do in primary &amp;amp; secondary, which I couldn’t help doing today. You see, the lecture I was going through today consisted of a lot of dictation, so I’d be either trying to follow her words &amp;amp; understanding it at the same time as writing it, or I’d be daydreaming. So, I couldn’t help feeling a bit bored today, because I felt bad for daydreaming, so I kinda went back to my old habit, which was what I did last time while writing instead of learning what I’m writing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d compare my speed of writing to other people’s. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not a big deal, actually, but I can’t help wondering how many ppl actually do that. It’s been such a long time since I last did it, so I forgot all about it. I think it also motivated me to write faster hahaha. But like today, when I looked around at other ppl while writing, most ppl were either engrossed, tired out, or bored to death too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I feel quite happy &amp;amp; proud to say this, but maybe it’s just that everyone was tired out at that time, but when I looked around at other people, I was faster than them MUAHAHAHAHA XP cos I’m normally slow, so it’s rare that I’m faster than other ppl ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But actually, I was faster generally, but I realised last time &amp;amp; now, that whenever the dictation is longer, I end up being slower (or they end up being faster). So, the conclusion is, the longer of dictation in words (for eg. reading out “long-term investment is better” rather than “is better”), the slower I’ll write compared to other people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another thing I realised was that every time (seriously, every time) the words are shorter, like “many reasons”, I’d definitely be faster! &amp;amp; I couldn’t help wondering, “Why?” But I figured out the reason last time already. It was because other people were slow to responding LOL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope no one is being offended by this, especially if we have sat together before, but it’s true hehe XP&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make it sound better, it’s not that other people are slow, no, it’s just that I’m faster in responding ;-P cos I realised that when the dictator says the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; word, I’d start writing already, but most people usually write after the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; word, or even after more than the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I shouldn’t be competitive even in writing, since I’m not really competitive in anything at all (I don’t remember the last thing I felt competitive about). Although in school, I was much more competitive, including writing, I suppose it’s because kids had a lot of free time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s all I wanted to say. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I would be writing very little, but I guess not lol ^^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I juz wanted to talk a bit about myself, even though I know there’s no point in doing this. ;-(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been really tired lately, I had classes lasting the whole day the whole of last week &amp;amp; I have the rest of this week to go T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, my exams are in the beginning of dec, &amp;amp; I HARDLY STUDIED!!!! @_@;;; argh, I’m gonna die~~ (actually, I wish I could die) &gt;_&gt;;;; I know there are people who say that, but there 2 big differences, one is the people who succeed in the end, &amp;amp; the other is people who FAIL. T_T so, I know some people may say, “aiyah, u sure pass ar.” DON’T SAY THAT. Bcos if you say that, when I fail, I will blame u for it. &gt;_&gt; I’ve failed before, why can’t I fail again?!? &amp;amp; lots of people were surprised &amp;amp; shocked that I failed, &amp;amp; I know I have only myself to blame, so yes, I’ll just go and bang my head on the wall now, I’m sure that’s better than what I’m doing now T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; sorry to end on this bad mood, but actually I’m fine, just depressed at lots of times&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;before exam, &amp;amp; wondering whether I am able to study in this next few weeks, cos I feel like I’ve forgotten how to study hard (which wouldn’t be very far from the truth).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope to blog again after my exam, it’s not good to blog before exams, I feel like I’m cursing myself ^^; but I did want to blog a bit, so I’m glad I finally blogged, just that the last part was unnecessary…. Oh well… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-6282671179642740805?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/6282671179642740805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=6282671179642740805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6282671179642740805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6282671179642740805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-6730512580588912800</id><published>2008-10-23T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:28:16.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Explosm &amp; Dilbert</title><content type='html'>my exams finished! XD well, for the moment, that is, the real exam is actually in dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazy to blog lately, but also bcos I feel I should study instead of wasting time on9 T_T but there's been one thing which I've been meaning to do lately, which is blog about the latest thing I found interesting online... which is nothing much, so I feel a bit pathetic for blogging about this, but I'm happy &amp;amp; contented in my sorta boring life ;-P &amp;amp; that's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm juz gonna blog about these 2 things, cos they made me laugh when I was bored on9, so I thought, it's been a while since something made me laugh easily... ^^; I think I'm lacking humour in my life lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll start with the less funny stuff... basically, I'm juz gonna blog about these 2 sites, &amp;amp; they're both comics, so it's a bit strange that I would also read this kinda comics, cos I normally don't, the kinda comics I read are the japanese ones, whereas these are English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st site is Explosm. I've read a few of the strips before, but I didn't know that it was from there. however, the reason why I feel a bit pathetic for finding it funny is because only certain ppl would find the strips funny ^^; &amp;amp; a lotta strips are sex-related or violent, so this is juz a warning to ppl who don't like that kind of stuff ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/80/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/rwindowwasher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/46/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kallnight0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/104/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/shirt0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral lesson? dun wear other ppl's shirts XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/90/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/rrabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe a few ppl like that... sometimes they're funny, sometimes irritating ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/92/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kson0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I find it funny, but those ppl who like children may be offended lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/49/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/reyestabber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the strips that I remembered XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/52/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kbeer0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha I found it!!! ^__^ I was looking for this stupid strip to show, cos it's the 1st strip I saw before I found out about the site, &amp;amp; I thought it was not bad ^^ so I'll stop here yay ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, there aren't that many funny strips in explosm, it's juz that I'm reading something new, &amp;amp; I don't mind reading it, for some reason ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd site, &amp;amp; a funnier one, is Dilbert XD I think I read quite a lotta dilbert strips already, however, my favourite ones are the really old ones which aren't on the main site, which only starts in 1992, so it's too bad I can't share it here... but I shared some which are not so old, &amp;amp; still funny ^^ but most of the dilbert strips are either to do with companies, business, managamement, &amp;amp; colleagues in work, so there are a number of funny characters in that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNNeCMJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XUMzaU6KUII/s1600-h/12711.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNNeCMJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XUMzaU6KUII/s320/12711.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577337815412882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the concepts I've learned since young, so I found it funny ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMGdfZiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iF1NJZ4y2ck/s1600-h/23657.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMGdfZiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iF1NJZ4y2ck/s320/23657.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578418265843234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingo was a game I played a lot when I was younger, so I thought it was a great idea to kill boredom XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; these are the sorta business or company jokes I find funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNdrT-WI/AAAAAAAAAio/kuT8cwmLAMg/s1600-h/20904.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNdrT-WI/AAAAAAAAAio/kuT8cwmLAMg/s320/20904.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577342166071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMZXFwiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/aPwLPTwRGkA/s1600-h/23740.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMZXFwiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/aPwLPTwRGkA/s320/23740.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578423339270690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I like it bcos of it's violence lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhv2dK_GkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lopIZGwyTR8/s1600-h/23917.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhv2dK_GkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lopIZGwyTR8/s320/23917.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579145916750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNp_ASgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zGY70Mi3lIA/s1600-h/20973.strip.sunday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNp_ASgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zGY70Mi3lIA/s320/20973.strip.sunday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577345469893122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNUwrrdI/AAAAAAAAAig/f4LZwjbtRhY/s1600-h/20886.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNUwrrdI/AAAAAAAAAig/f4LZwjbtRhY/s320/20886.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577339772677586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvM4aCTiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9laJxfdYRRI/s1600-h/23875.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvM4aCTiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9laJxfdYRRI/s320/23875.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578431673126434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; these are the ones which I've seen a couple of times already, so they could be more popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvNI8-ioI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tV7OOTgTCn8/s1600-h/23907.strip.sunday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvNI8-ioI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tV7OOTgTCn8/s320/23907.strip.sunday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578436114647682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMwpnTAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PZLmTec6Tc4/s1600-h/23758.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhvMwpnTAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PZLmTec6Tc4/s320/23758.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578429590981634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNO3zahI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZF7smEwwJIE/s1600-h/20876.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNO3zahI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZF7smEwwJIE/s320/20876.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577338191931922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of someone, or rather, someone's shirt, so I keep it for memories ;-P but it's also one of those that I've seen more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, one of the latest ones I've read, which isn't saying much, cos it's quite old ^^; but I'll be stopping here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhv2ieNCrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/1n57PdRL_70/s1600-h/26375.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhv2ieNCrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/1n57PdRL_70/s320/26375.strip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579147339532978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I thought that was a good one too XP so, I hope you liked the strips too, &amp;amp; this is sorta a recommendation for comics also... if I managed to convert someone who doesn't really think much of comics to like comics, I'll feel a bit happy ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time~ ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-6730512580588912800?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/6730512580588912800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=6730512580588912800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6730512580588912800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/6730512580588912800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/10/explosm-dilbert.html' title='Explosm &amp; Dilbert'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/SQhuNNeCMJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XUMzaU6KUII/s72-c/12711.strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5612791013829052567</id><published>2008-10-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:17:48.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>[Tag] biography tag</title><content type='html'>THE SELF: &lt;br /&gt;[1] Name: Enya (irish name XD)&lt;br /&gt;[2] Nickname: minasete (I made it myself! *proud* lol)&lt;br /&gt;[3] Married: No ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Zodiac Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;[5] Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;[6] Age: 18 ^__^&lt;br /&gt;[7] High School: SMK Taman SEA&lt;br /&gt;[8] College: Sunway University College&lt;br /&gt;[9] Height: 153...? around there la, between 5 ft &amp; 5 ft 1 ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: I refuse to answer this &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: obviously, or else I'd have killed myself long ago... but there're parts of me that I hate of cos&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: None, y aren't there any qs abt tattoos? XD not tt I hv any ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: left-handed hmph I'm special&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: yeah, yeah, I'm a freak, happy? ;-P&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Waist-length... actually, I juz cut it around 2 weeks ago, so it's now shorter than waist length by a few inches ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: fair &amp; dark ;-P I dun bother to tan the whole body, so inside I'm all white lol&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: seafood...? well, except fish la ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: I answered this for one tag, I'm not gonna answer this for every stupid tag, the ans is not very different anyway&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: probably wat I'll still be doing now la&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: tt's a bit absurd... working, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY &lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings (included you): 3&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: sister&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: me&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: hmm... love hate relationship? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE &lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: doubt it&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: I'll nvr give names!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: a perfect stranger XD&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: Never ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): Never!!! o_O;;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): urgh, I dun wanna talk abt tt T_T&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: straight, or at the most, bi... this tag is obviously for women only&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIENDS &lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: tat's a sad story ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: hahaha I dun mind giving the name... sarah&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: I'm embarassed to say it here *shy* lol&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most (1 only): nvr really thot abt it, so dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: it's not nice to compare, anyway, beauty is in the eye of the beholder hmph&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: none of them were really friends, but there were a few handsome ones ;-) VERY few ;-P&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: bitches? lol&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: hmm irritating ones, I guess&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: if tt guy was considered a close fren, then yes ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: No&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: happened b4 ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: Same answer as directly above.&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: if he's such a jerk to go with my fren, then I'll dump him!!! tt kind of "fren" is not a fren! but I may ask my bro to go &amp; whack both of them up for me ;-D&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES &lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: so-so, above average...? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: yes, I'm such a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; girl T_T&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: oh, I had a teacher crush last time ^^; but if u're talking abt pure love, not tt kind, then it's Julie Chia ;-) she was very good to me, &amp; looked after me a lot in school... part of the factor of my happiness in school ^__^&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: occasionally, but tt's not my fault ;-P&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: ACCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: dunno them, so nth to love&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: it wld be nice if I was with a senior, cos then he can help me with studies ;-D&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: ok la... &lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: a few... strong competition there&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: I wldn't noe tt... me? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: depends smart in wat way&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: they irritate me&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: not guys ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: tat's not nice ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: a few, my sense of humour is going down ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: no cute guys~ ;-(&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: a few, stay away from them&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: can't really tell, unless it's tt obvious&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: probably more than I know of&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of person: unique lol ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREFER &lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: dunno ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: hmm both sound nice, but I guess for me, it's hugs... LONG hugs ^__^&lt;br /&gt;[78]&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller: who'd want shorter?!? unless they're guys la ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: spontaneous ;-D but must plan also la&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: well, both, but I prefer nice stomach ;-P&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: a balance of both&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Both, of cos! XD&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or Good Father: both, unless we dun hv children, then the ans is obvious XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: young? not before 30, I feel&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): max 3 lol&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: still wondering T_T&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: at least 5 digits! XD&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: as early as possible *__* with enough money, of cos&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: ? dun really noe&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: u shd nvr tell ur wishes, or else they won't come true ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VICTIMS &lt;br /&gt;[91] &lt;br /&gt;[92]&lt;br /&gt;[93]&lt;br /&gt;[94]&lt;br /&gt;[95]&lt;br /&gt;[96]&lt;br /&gt;[98]&lt;br /&gt;[99]&lt;br /&gt;[100]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nice person, so I won't put any names for victims... voluntary victims pls!!! ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the questions weren't very good... so I may hv interpreted them wrongly ^^; &amp; my exam is tomolo!!! &amp; I'm still doing this lol well, the exam is juz an internal exam, so I'm not really bothered by it ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-5612791013829052567?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5612791013829052567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5612791013829052567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5612791013829052567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5612791013829052567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-biography-tag.html' title='[Tag] biography tag'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3911978059069787286</id><published>2008-10-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:25:50.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Hi, let's shake hands!</title><content type='html'>The reason why I’ve been finding it hard to blog lately is because I feel that my topics aren’t happy topics, so I was reluctant to write. But I wanted to write about this for a while anyway, just that I forgot about it, so I hope it doesn’t become a not happy topic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been wondering, is it culture, or age, or just human nature? Let me tell you what happened to me (at least 2 months ago), &amp;amp; see whether it happened to you or not, because this is something common for me, so it’s not like it didn’t happen before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know, when you meet new ppl? There’s 2 differences; one is when everyone is new, &amp;amp; doesn’t know each other at all, so you’ve to go around making new friends. Another one is when you’re introduced to new ppl by someone, or you meet new ppl who’re friends of your friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This probably applies both ways, but the most recent for me was the latter. So, I was being introduced to 4 or 5 friends of a friend, &amp;amp; although I say introduced, actually I wasn’t really. All that happened was that I joined my friend, said hi to his friends, &amp;amp; they said hi back, &amp;amp; that’s it. It wouldn’t even be really called a hi, more like an awkward nod of the head &amp;amp; an awkward smile to show that “yes, I know you’re there” but I’ve been ignored before too anyway. There were also some cases where we’d shake hands, &amp;amp; that feels awkward too, but not so bad, because at least both parties are trying to be nice &amp;amp; friendly, so we can’t help thinking of shaking hands (unless it’s because we’ve been brought up that way, &amp;amp; not everyone was brought up to shake hands when meeting new ppl).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are 2 issues in this. One is that most of the time, when I meet new ppl, I don’t know their names. If we talk, it’d be talking, but no one mentions their name or asks the other. Of course, there are ppl who still start off by saying “hi, I’m XXX. What’s yours?” but that only happened with a few ppl in college last year when everyone was still new.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was also a funny memory, because everyone is so awkward. When I came into the class on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day, the class reminded me of a tomb, as though someone died in there (which reminded me of one of my classes in school last time which was most of the time like that ^^;). Probably at break or after the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day, ppl started making friends, but there were a few groups of friends already on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day because they’re from the same school or they’ve known each other before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately for me, I always seem to be on a path separate from my friends, but the good thing is that I make friends with new ppl, which I wouldn’t be able to if I chose the path that most of my friends went. But that’s just my personality, it’s hard for me to make friends with new ppl when I have existing friends by my side ^^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; it’s funny, not knowing ppl’s names, because later on, when ppl start knowing each other’s names, you’ve to go &amp;amp; find out discreetly what their names are, &amp;amp; they find out about your names discreetly too, because all of a sudden, they’re suddenly calling you by name when previously they weren’t. I’m not sure how I managed this far, but I feel like a spy sometimes lol ;-P I know that some of my friends would ask me what their names are, but sometimes I wouldn’t know also, so I guess probably everyone goes asking around what a particular person’s name is from everyone but that person XP&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; issue is that not only do we not know each other’s names, but we can’t even say hi to each other when we meet! Probably other ppl may feel like me, which is why nothing happens, but I’d look at the person to see whether the person says hi first. But that person would look the other way (maybe not purposely then), so I’d look another way too ^^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As in, this happens also when I’m with a group of ppl, &amp;amp; they don’t bother to say hi although I was going to, when I joined them. So I only talk occasionally when I feel like saying something, but otherwise I’ll keep quiet. Obviously, I won’t even call those ppl friends, but even ppl who aren’t that close wouldn’t do that, I feel, it depends on the person who does it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But so far, when I think back, most of the time these occasions were with guys, not girls. So I thought maybe it’s a gender thing, you know, some guys are super shy, stuff like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there are some bitches too, or else normally I get along well enough with girls. So I wonder whether those guys are really shy, or whether they’re just rude, or is it a culture thing, unless everyone in other countries do that too, which I think would be normal. So then it’d be considered human nature to do something like that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which is why I normally end up liking guys who’re friendly &amp;amp; nice because then nobody would be ignored or missed out by those guys, but those guys have their faults too ^^; well, everyone has faults, so it’s just which faults you mind &amp;amp; which you don’t mind ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; I’ll end it like this. I think this kind of topics are food for thought, but that’s because I like to think about ppl in general, with reference to examples, &amp;amp; human nature. ;-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3911978059069787286?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3911978059069787286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3911978059069787286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3911978059069787286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3911978059069787286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-lets-shake-hands.html' title='Hi, let&apos;s shake hands!'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-1873516949650539935</id><published>2008-10-01T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Personality test (quite narrow-minded, in my opinion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, my coll is having holiday, so no one is having classes this week. Most ppl are very happy because they finished the test on monday &amp;amp; can enjoy this whole week. However, I still have a test next week (one of the unfortunate ones), so I still have to study this week T__T which I haven't been doing much because I've been influenced by the festive season (which isn't very hard for me to be influenced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel bad for putting something like this again, like my previous post, but I really like doing this kinda tests! ^^; so, next time, I hope to post something... better, obviously, &amp;amp; not juz this kinda mindless stuff which is actually quite relaxing lol ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it is advised that you take a piece of paper &amp;amp; write down the answers, but you might as well do it on microsoft word or something XP&lt;br /&gt;the answers are at the bottom, after all the questions... I didn't put my answers there, cos I don't wanna give my personality away through this test, except for some I don't mind disclosing ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if the font looks weird, I'm getting irritated by blogger edi T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are in a deep deep forest... as you walk on you saw an old hut standing there...&lt;br /&gt;(1) What is the status of the door? (Opened/closed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(2) You enter the hut and see a table... What is the shape of the table? (Round/Oval/Square/Rectangle/Triangle)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(3) On top of the table there is a vase... in the vase there is water. How much water is it filled up with? (Full/Half/Empty)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal" face="courier new"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(4) And what is the vase made of? (Glass/porcelain/clay) (metal/plastic/wood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You walk out of the hut... as you carry on your walk in the forest... you see a waterfall from far... there is water running down... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(5) What is the speed of the water? (Choose a number ranging from 0 to 10)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some time after the waterfall... you step on something hard on the ground... as you look down... you see glistening gold in colour. You bend down and pick it up... it is a keychain chained with keys... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(6) How many key /keys you see hanging on the keychain? (Choose a number ranging from 1 to 10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You walk on and on... trying to find your way out...suddenly you see a castle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(7) What is the condition of the castle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Old/new)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You enter the castle and saw a pool of murky water with shining jewels floating on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(8) Will you pick up the jewel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(YES/NO)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next to the murky pool... there’s another pool... with clear water and money floating on it...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(9) Will you pick the money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(YES/NO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking to the end of the castle there is an exit...you proceed to walk out of the castle. Outside the exit, there is big garden, you see a box on the ground. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(10) What is the size of the box? (small/medium/big)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(11) What is the material of the box? (cardboard/paper/wooden/metal)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a bridge in the garden some distance away from the box,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(12) What is the bridge made of? (metal/wooden/rattan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Across the bridge, there is a horse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(13) What is the colour of the horse? (white/grey/brown/black)&lt;br /&gt;(14) What is the horse doing? (still and quiet/nibbling grass/running about)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH NO!!! There is a tornado coming... some distance from the horse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(15) You have 3 options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(i) run and hide in the box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(ii) run and hide under the bridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(iii) run to the horse, ride on and gallop away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did the questions feel kinda repetitive? They did to me XP ok, now for the answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the interpretations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(1) The door:&lt;br /&gt;opened door - you are a person who is willing to share&lt;br /&gt;closed door - you are a person who is keeping things to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(2) The table:&lt;br /&gt;Round/oval - any friends that came along, you will accept and trust them completely&lt;br /&gt;Square/rectangle - you are a bit more choosy on friends and only hang out with those whom you think are on the same frequency&lt;br /&gt;Triangle - you are really very very picky about friends and there are not many friends in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(3) Water in vase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(typical question *rolls eyes*)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Empty - your life is not fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Half filled - what you want in your life is half fullfilled&lt;br /&gt;Full - your life is completely fulfilled and good for you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(4) Material of vase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I chose the breakable kinda material, because that's what vases are usually made of, &amp;amp; that's partly why I don't like vases ^^;)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;glass/clay/porcelain - you are weak in your life and tends to be fragile&lt;br /&gt;metal/plastic/wood - you are strong in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(5) Flow of waterfall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I thought this was a stupid interpretation, personally, I hope you agree with me on this XP)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0 - no sex drive at all&lt;br /&gt;1 to 4 - low sex drive&lt;br /&gt;5 - average sex drive&lt;br /&gt;6 to 9 - high sex drive&lt;br /&gt;10 - gone case!!! super high sex drive!!! Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t live without sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(6) Keys:&lt;br /&gt;1 - you have one good friend in your life&lt;br /&gt;2 to 5 - you have a few good friends in your life&lt;br /&gt;6 to 10 - you have a lot good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(7) Castle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I chose old, because castles ARE normally old T__T;)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Old - shows that your last relationship is not a good one and is not memorable to you.&lt;br /&gt;New - your last relationship is good and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s still fresh in your heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(8) The jewel from the murky pool water &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hehehe I said yes XP)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;YES - when your partner is around you, you will flirt around with others.&lt;br /&gt;NO - when your partner is around, you will stick around with him/her most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(9) The money from the clear water pool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if it's clear, then how could I not say yes if I said yes for the prev q?!? ;-P)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;YES - when your partner is not around you, you will still flirt around with others.&lt;br /&gt;NO - even when your partner is not around, you will still think of her and and will be loyal to him/her, not flirting around with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(10) The size of the box &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I chose small, it reminded me of pandora's box, you see T_T)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;small - low ego&lt;br /&gt;medium - average ego&lt;br /&gt;big - high ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(11) Material of the box (outlook of the box) (I chose wooden, dunno why, but I feel it should be a wooden box lol ;-)):&lt;br /&gt;cardboard/paper/wooden(non-shining) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; humble personality&lt;br /&gt;metal - proud and stuck up personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(12) The material of the bridge &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh, I choose wooden too, couldn't help imagining a wooden bridge)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;metal bridge - have very strong bond with your friends&lt;br /&gt;wooden bridge - average bond with your friends&lt;br /&gt;rattan bridge - you are not in good terms with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(13) Colour of the horse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh, this was hard for me to choose, cos I like horses ^^; but I think I chose brown, because most horses are brown, but I like white horses &amp;amp; black horses too XD)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;white - your partner is pure and good in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;grey/brown - your partner is only average in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;black - your partner doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t seem to be good in your heart and appears to be bad sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(14) Horse action &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course I imagined the horse to be nibbling grass, I mean, why would I imagine the horse to be running around?!? O_O;;)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;still and quiet/nibbling grass - your partner is a very homely and humble person.&lt;br /&gt;running about - your partner is a wild type person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This the last but most important part of the test. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I have no comment for this one ;-P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, the above is signified by these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; tornado - problems in your life&lt;br /&gt;box - you&lt;br /&gt;bridge - your friends&lt;br /&gt;horse - your partner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(i) So if you choose the box, you keep your problems to yourself whenever you are met with problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (ii) or if you choose the bridge, you will go to your friends whenever you are met problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (iii) or lastly if you choose the horse, you seek your partner whenever your partner whenever you are met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see, these are the answers. It's up to you whether you believe it or not, but most of the time I'm just taking it for fun, so I advise you to not take it so seriously whatever you got for your answer ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, I gotta go already, hope you enjoyed this test, for laughs ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-1873516949650539935?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/1873516949650539935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=1873516949650539935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1873516949650539935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/1873516949650539935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/10/personality-test-quite-narrow-minded-in.html' title='Personality test (quite narrow-minded, in my opinion)'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3962181893367931958</id><published>2008-09-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Pixar Studio Video Clips</title><content type='html'>after doing the tag, I kinda forgot what I wanted to blog ^^; I'm not saying that it's the tag's fault or anything lol it's just that, when I decided to blog, regardless of whether I had the time or not, I just sorta ran out of ideas... especially all the random ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, I do feel kinda bad, cos I'm having exams next week, &amp;amp; I'm still slacking T_T but it's kinda irritating, these internal exams... I just had it 3 weeks ago, &amp;amp; after this exam, I'll be having another one 3 weeks after that &gt;_&gt; hopefully, it does help tho, cos I'm sick of exams... well, at least there'll be a public hol after this exam *__* I &lt;3 hols XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I managed to get an idea of sth to blog, because recently I juz extracted some video to share with ppl, which was what I wanted to do for a long time, but was lazy... so I thot I'd upload it as well ;-) but then I changed my mind bcos it'll be copyrighted &amp;amp; stuff, so I juz looked for it on youtube lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1NO2MbkIpxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1NO2MbkIpxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Lifted... the 1st one I watched... it's funny, but I feel it's sadistic at the same time ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUH8ITk0yaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUH8ITk0yaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is geri's game... it's ok, not that funny in a slapstick way, but I thot it was quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g13c1KK_kQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g13c1KK_kQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one man brand... the only one I saw long ago actually... I thot the girl was funny, &amp;amp; it was not bad also... especially the end ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAhCPt21iq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAhCPt21iq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is my fav. , for the birds XD cos the birds are cute &amp;amp; funny, &amp;amp; they remind me of human nature, &amp;amp; I liked the other big bird in it too, but I felt the birds were kinda mean, so there was justice in the end lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's it... I hear thunder edi O_O;;;; hope you enjoyed the comedy~ ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-3962181893367931958?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/3962181893367931958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=3962181893367931958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3962181893367931958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/3962181893367931958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/09/pixar-studio-video-clips.html' title='Pixar Studio Video Clips'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-8977688648795986946</id><published>2008-09-07T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:17:48.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>[Tag] by Weiqi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Name: Enya&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: I don’t really know, cos I don’t bother with these kinda things ^^; 6? I know my feet are a bit wider than average though, so I can’t wear most of the pretty high heels T_T&lt;br /&gt;Height: I’m short. Juz a bit above 5 feet ;-(&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks: ice water haha lol not really, juz can’t live without it, so don’t really have a fav drink anymore&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast: cake XD &lt;span style=""&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: hmm a few times only in form 4 &amp;amp; 5, the sejarah teacher sucked&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: how would I know that?!?&lt;br /&gt;Fell of your chair: if yes, then I don’t remember, but I don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: hahaha that’s sad… no&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mail: yeah, sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: it used to have a double decker bed, now it only has one, so I miss that ;-(&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: you mean now? Hmm… an electric fan lol but it could’ve been my dad at certain times ^^;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: watermelon… haha weird rite? Well, only the ppl who know me would know it’s weird ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: I think so, supposedly when I was a baby, since I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: who doesn’t? one of the most painful things tho T_T&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: yes, on my chin… when I was 5… long story ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: not really&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: if it’s not hot, &amp;amp; there are no insects! XP&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: urgh, that’s not a nice thing to ask &gt;_&gt; oh, I rmb! Karyn ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: a gay comic, I’m not gonna go into details LOL&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: I don’t really yell much, so I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: yes, if that person is really someone I like, I’m still thinking about it ^^;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: nah&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: nope&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: haha no, thank goodness! ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: um, yeah, actually, a bit…&lt;br /&gt;Eat: not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: love&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: I did, atm no… I still like them tho ^^&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: the floor lol&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: urm, if I have someone, it’s better not mentioning it ^^;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 10.42am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person on your mind now: no, I’m thinking about this tag wth my mind is blank ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: yes, it’s mentioned above who they are anyway&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: urgh, I’d rather not say, but frequent change of mind, most of the time no tho&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: I think so, but other ppl should say it, not me&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: haha sort of, but I know my dad doesn’t really, so mean&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe-nails painted: no, &amp;amp; pls do not refer it to whether I have sex or not ;-P sorry if I said sth I shouldn’t have, because I know there are a few innocent ppl reading my blog, but hahahahahaha I juz want to see ppl’s reaction XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: haha weird q… none at the moment, unless you count my double-decker bed I used to have…&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: red LOL ^__^&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7.00pm yesterday: eating, or rather, waiting for food ^^;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till...: ACCA’s over? As long as I don’t have to start work immediately ^^;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry: yesterday ;-( it was really weird, but actually, I cry a lot… so it’s not such a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: I think so, but actually, I don’t really like these questions because if I said yes, &amp;amp; someone thinks no, then am I correct, or wrong? T_T&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: 2 dogs, fishes… it’s actually a family thing, cos they’re not really mine, &amp;amp; I don’t think much about fishes, it’s basically my dad looking after it, cos he likes fishes…&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: home, I’m quite sure&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: HAHAHAHAHA isn’t that a bit too much? The last person I held hands with was a good friend, a girl, so we’re still good friends obviously, &amp;amp; of course there’s no *ahem* specific meaning to it @_@&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: no&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now: what do u think I’m doing?!? oh fine, if you must noe, I’m downloading at the same time, &amp;amp; while doing this tag, I was sms-ing occasionally ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: haha maybe not, cos I don’t remember ^^;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?: yeah, I guess, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving: I wouldn’t think so&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: it’s strange, last time, when I was young, I was closer to my mother, now I’m not so sure… but it should still be my mother…&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: my whole family, including both my grandfathers in the car T_T excluding my sis, cos she’s not with us at the moment&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: depends what kind of love, cos if it’s the soulmate kind, then none, but I would say I love my family&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy: hardly, &amp;amp; I don’t plan to ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex: wat the hell for?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: most of the time, yes&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: no one, although I may try to go to some ppl, but I normally end up comforting myself in my own way ^^;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: I’m not sure, I would say loud, but obviously if I’m alone, I’d be quiet, but even if I was alone, but if I saw sth funny, I may laugh really loud ^^;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident: confident enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;hmm that would be when I was 8, so…&lt;br /&gt;1. played catching a lot&lt;br /&gt;2. did homework&lt;br /&gt;3. played a lotta other games&lt;br /&gt;4. read mostly Enid Blyton books at that time&lt;br /&gt;5. just enjoying myself haih I miss those days ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha this is good! Let me write some of them, which I’m reminded on, on my hp…&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. coins (cos I don’t mind using it, so I need to fill up my wallet with it)&lt;br /&gt;2. download this comic which I’m not going to bother to name ;-P&lt;br /&gt;3. download an English song with the words “… I knew I loved you before I met you, I have been waiting all my life…”&lt;br /&gt;4. submit my bank draft for exam fees ;-(&lt;br /&gt;5. lots more other miscellaneous random stuff ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. cake~ XD&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate cookies lol&lt;br /&gt;3. other western kinda sweet stuff, I don’t like asian sweet stuff, or rather, I can’t think of an asian sweet thing that I like &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. junk food ^^;&lt;br /&gt;5. if drinks count, then something sweet like milo, or milkshake ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;why only 5 things?!? Well, it could be summed up as one tho… enjoy myself!!! LOL XP but actually, I realised that one billion is not that much, you could still use all of it before you die ;-(&lt;br /&gt;1. invest in it lol ^^;&lt;br /&gt;2. keep the money until I’m a multi-billionaire then start using it&lt;br /&gt;3. have my dream house XD&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;amp; spend the rest of my life traveling as much as possible, &amp;amp; when I’m tired I’ll always have my nice home ^__^&lt;br /&gt;5. I’d probably live in another country, or maybe have more than one homes, in different countries ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really wanna reveal my bad parts in public like this, so I won’t say those bad parts that I really hate about myself~ &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. procrastinating, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but I can’t think of anymore atm ^^; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Karyn&lt;br /&gt;2. yein&lt;br /&gt;3. venuga&lt;br /&gt;4. Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;5. for anyone else, since I hate tagging ppl actually T_T reminds me of how few frens I have who blog&lt;/p&gt;sorry if it makes u  @_@ cos it's kinda messy ;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-8977688648795986946?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/8977688648795986946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=8977688648795986946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8977688648795986946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/8977688648795986946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-by-weiqi.html' title='[Tag] by Weiqi'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-5668683059610967752</id><published>2008-08-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:42:11.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Taste - matter of opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, I dunno how many ppl are like me in this way, but if I liked a song a lot, I’d want to share it. I’d want other ppl to listen to it, &amp;amp; hope that they like it too. Unfortunately, it seems that either the songs I like are really not that great, or that I’m living with the wrong ppl, because nobody seems to particularly like them the way I do. The only ppl who I can find, &amp;amp; I did (starting from 2006, which was 3 years after that), was online, &amp;amp; that’s about it. Still, it made me happy to know that many other ppl like those songs as well as me, &amp;amp; it was a nice feeling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, I dunno why, sometimes I feel the need to share the song with someone whom I know offline, but I’ve pretty much given up at that, because nobody’s really interested to listen, &amp;amp; nobody shares that particular interest with me T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the reason why I’m blogging this is because I wanna say sth, but also because I decided to keep the happiness of listening to the songs by myself. As in, although I may feel that it’s selfish or sth like that, it’s not really so because other ppl that I know wouldn’t appreciate them anyway, so what for put the effort of sharing? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s like, my dad said sth recently, which made me realise something which I didn’t like. I forgot what I did, but it was to do with a song, &amp;amp; I asked him how is it, &amp;amp; he asked why. &amp;amp; I was saying, no particular reason, but he didn’t believe me, &amp;amp; maybe it was because of the way I asked, but he was in that mood anyway (the kinda mood that’s analysing ppl more than usual), so he was saying that there could be a few reasons, but one of them is as though I want his approval. &amp;amp; that didn’t sound very nice. But I had this horrid feeling it was true, even though I denied it outright. It feels kinda pathetic to want his approval, after all his years, that I’d want him to say that the song is nice, or that my taste is not bad, or sth similar. So because I realised it, I must stop doing that kinda thing ^^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another thing that happened recently, which is actually the main point of this blog, because it’s the reason I wanted to blog this, is because there was someone close to me that always listened to my songs. You see, I asked her, whether she’d be ok listening to my songs, &amp;amp; she said she won’t mind, as long as they’re not noisy (because the kinda songs I like listening to are quite noisy, but not all of them). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’d let her listen to them, &amp;amp; most of the time she wouldn’t say anything about them, but sometimes she’d comment that they’re quite nice, or not bad, &amp;amp; that made me very happy. &amp;amp; I’d try to let her listen to those songs that I liked that may be similar to the ones she commented, if she liked the same style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But she hurt my feelings recently, &amp;amp; it’s been a long time since I’ve been hurt so badly that I feel I’m still recovering, but at least I’m half glad that happened, because she was saying how she felt, &amp;amp; I’m glad she told me the truth even though she hid it for so long, &amp;amp; I was determined to never make her listen to my songs ever again, although that didn’t actually happen because it’s hard to break habits, but it is sort of being broken, because she hasn’t listened to my songs much after that, just once or twice. &amp;amp; when I think of letting her hear my songs, I can’t help remembering what she said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, what happened was, I was letting her listen to some songs, &amp;amp; I was like, “Not bad, rite?” in a very happy way. &amp;amp; she said not bad, much better than some songs I let her hear last time which were really horrible. &amp;amp; when she said that, I wasn’t too happy, but I wanted to know which songs they were (&amp;amp; I was trying to guess), but obviously she didn’t remember cos she doesn’t pay that much attention to my songs anway, but she said that they were really horrible &amp;amp; tuneless, &amp;amp; also all noise sometimes (which may be true, but not in my opinion), &amp;amp; she said that at those times, or last time, she couldn’t help feeling that my dad was right, &amp;amp; that I really don’t have any taste in music (yes, he really said that to me).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I couldn’t help feeling, why didn’t she tell me at that time when I was playing the songs that they were horrible, or that she didn’t like them? If she said that, I would’ve stopped playing it, &amp;amp; changed songs, &amp;amp; it’s not like it’d hurt my feelings. &amp;amp; now only she says all this, when she’s been listening to my songs all this while. If she said it earlier, I wouldn’t have bothered her with my lousy songs anymore. What really hurt my feelings is that she said I have no taste. That made me very angry also at the same time. I mean, think of someone saying to you, “You have no taste.” It’s like saying that you have no taste in clothes, or something like that. Guys may not make a big deal of that, but it’s just an example, the matter of taste can be applied to a lotta other things. I can’t help thinking of the “no taste in guys/girls” just because you say you like someone, but it may still not apply to some ppl ^^;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I hope you get my point. Taste is a matter of opinion. So I’ll keep my opinion to myself about my songs (I always have anyway, just not to her, so at least now I know). &amp;amp; I hope you know that some things said can hurt ppl a lot, without you realising it, but you should know that, because that’s normal. The only problem is knowing what would hurt other ppl’s feelings, because this may not have hurt other ppl, but it hurt me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, some things I said in the beginning of the post may not have seemed relevant to you, but it was relevant enough to me, &amp;amp; this may sound weird, but I feel that every sentence I said, has a meaning, in a way. That’d show what kind of a person I am, or sth like that. &amp;amp; if you didn’t really see any meaning to it, it’s ok, it doesn’t really matter, so you don’t have to crack your head finding a meaning for each sentence. But maybe I’ve been trying to analyse ppl too much, but the reason why ppl say or do things normally have a meaning. If they don’t know why they said or do that, then that means they either don’t know themselves very well, or there really isn’t a meaning for some things, &amp;amp; they can just pass you by. But maybe I’m just oversensitive, but it’s not like I really ask someone after every single sentence what they really meant by that (which is what my dad did to me sometimes, &amp;amp; it’s quite irritating trying to give him a reason, &amp;amp; him arguing about it). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d like to give an example for that, but none come to my mind atm, &amp;amp; I’d like to give a good example that isn’t negative &amp;amp; mean, so if I remember a good one, I’ll blog about it next time, since this can be quite an interesting topic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I wrote quite long this time, but it’s ok, since my exams ended &amp;amp; I should have the time after the exam to relax &amp;amp; write something, but I’m sorry that this is not a happy&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;post, but that’s life, &amp;amp; I want to write a not happy post once in a long while, just to show that I’m human, &amp;amp; that I’m obviously not happy all the time, but it’s funny that I’m writing this, since it happened over a month ago, but it’s just that I decided to write this, so that’s why I didn’t forget about it. But I realised that writing this kinda post is not good, especially when you weren’t in the mood to write it, because it’d affect your mood after that ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; altho my topic is about matter of taste, I was thinking that I was only thinking about music, &amp;amp; even then, there were a lotta things to say... but the only other topic I could think about was taste in guys, &amp;amp; I don't wanna go into that lol ;-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I'll be going to Singapore! XD for 3 days, coming back on monday~ it's been so long since I've been to singapore, last time was probably when I was a baby... ^^; so, am a bit excited hahaha ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928399533724568157-5668683059610967752?l=minasete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/feeds/5668683059610967752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8928399533724568157&amp;postID=5668683059610967752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5668683059610967752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928399533724568157/posts/default/5668683059610967752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minasete.blogspot.com/2008/08/taste-matter-of-opinion.html' title='Taste - matter of opinion'/><author><name>minasete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278322621160125834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkNJ4T7Kbp8/TRAAE_bj1qI/AAAAAAAABVk/zYSHCkyka3Y/S220/p__commision___minasete_by_thexgreyxaurora-d30ll4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928399533724568157.post-3024733576513322967</id><published>2008-08-19T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:35:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Drinking Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;lol you know what? I forgot all about my blog after that one week’s rest ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I start with the topic of my post, I juz wanted to talk about what’s going on recently in the world to show that I’m not unaware of what’s going on. Of course, the main event is Olympics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some ppl aren’t interested at all in it because they’re not interested in sports. Some ppl may be surprised to know that I like sports, a lot, &amp;amp; I quite like watching it too, but normally don’t bother to because of constraint of time. The kind of sports in Olympics that I love watching (but obviously I can’t do) are the gymnastics, but I also liked to watch those snow sports, even though I didn’t get to much, but maybe it’s because it looks nice, &amp;amp; I can’t help feeling that the only reason why I can’t do those is because I’m living in a country which will never snow T_T but oh well, life is like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, I don’t have the channel to watch the Olympics event either, on Astro, although the local channel does show it, but there have been complaints about that local channel regarding the Olympics, so I didn’t bother trying to see the events on that particular channel. I might as well wait for the next Olympics lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the main topic. This will be a relatively short post compared to the other posts that I have been doing ^^; I just wanted to share the experience I felt, so I thought that I might as well blog about it ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Technically, it wasn’t my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time. But I think it was the first time I drank so much in the same hour, &amp;amp; legally, it was my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time ^___^ I drank it in TGIFs at lunch (not a big deal, but just mentioning it). You see, it’s just that after that I still had classes, so it was quite amusing wondering whether ppl could tell that I was drunk (although I didn’t feel drunk, but I certainly felt something, &amp;amp; it could be considered a bit drunk).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was funny, because after we ordered our meal (I was with someone at that time), including the drink, the waitress came back, saying that she needed to see our IC, &amp;amp; we were like, wth, but we showed her anyway, although mine is a Photostatted version because I wouldn’t dare to bring out my IC with me unless I really needed to, &amp;amp; probably she didn’t expect us to be old enough, cos she looked surprised, but she said OK &amp;amp; she confessed that she’s actually younger than us, which surprised me because I didn’t think so, but I’ve never been able to really tell the age of a person anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I don’t really remember what I ordered already, but I think it was called the 77 Sunset Strip, &amp;amp; it’s a mixture of gin, rum &amp;amp; vodka. At least, that’s what I think, but I only remember it having gin &amp;amp; vodka (&amp;amp; I know vodka is strong, so I thought I’d rather drink strong alcohol than weak alcohol lol). &amp;amp; I guessed that it was rum because the drink wasn’t bitter like when I normally drink alcohol last time, &amp;amp; it tasted a little bit like rum, but I could hardly taste it, &amp;amp; I still don’t know what gin &amp;amp; vodka taste like by themselves, but plenty of time &amp;amp; opportunity for that ;-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You could say I drank it in one go, but I didn’t think of it that way. Because for one thing, I was drinking through a straw. When you drink through a straw, you can’t drink so much in one go, it gets quite limited ^^; but you could say I drank through the straw continuously without stopping until the glass was empty. But it wasn’t a very big glass, but not a small glass either, so it was quite ok. I’d say around 200-300 ml if my assumptions can be considered close to accurate ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The effects wasn’t really immediate, but it took me a while to realise that what I was experiencing was because of alcohol ^^; my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; thought was that I felt dizzy, but then when I was trying to analyse my feelings &amp;amp; experience, it wasn’t exactly dizziness or nausea. It’s more like, my head felt really full, &amp;amp; a little bit heavy, &amp;amp; it was a bit hard for me to focus on what the other person was saying, but I’d concentrate on keeping my eyes focused on the person’s face lol ;-P I think I also felt a bit sleepy at the same time, but I really did feel a bit like wanting to roll my eyes to the back of my head, or at least something similar to that effect. It might’ve been considered as headache too, since headache is quite general, but it didn’t feel like the normal headaches that I have had. But whatever I experienced, it definitely wasn’t a high feeling, nor was it a happy feeling. Basically, just a foggy feeling in my mind, but I still could think &amp;amp; was still quite of sound mind haha ;-D I guess I wasn’t that drunk, but I can’t imagine being that drunk, although it should be possible, obviously. &amp;amp; I thought that it would be amusing if I still felt this way when I went for class, which was at least 2-3 hours later, but that feeling went away after one hour, gradually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yeah, that’s about it. Not sure when I’ll blog again, but I hope that I won’t procrastinate too much ^^; &amp;amp; my exams are next week, so maybe after end of August, at least…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Btw, my results for the previous exam came out this week, on Mon. &amp;amp; I failed. It’s the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time I really failed sth in a more serious way, but I wasn’t shocked, I sorta expected it, &amp;amp; I’m not upset in any way at all. &amp;amp; I feel as though I wanted to prove it so much, that I 
