<?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-3284946993221111341</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:38:50.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days Await</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1268443226381626971</id><published>2012-02-14T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:45:51.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why does LOTR have all the best scenes in the history of &amp;nbsp;film battles. I mean, I'm a huge Star Wars fan and all, but what, in their right mind, in their right conscience, would want to compete against JRR Tolkien's masterpiece? What can compete against what Peter Jackson brought to life in the 3 LOTRs films and soon to come The Hobbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think of a castle, the only example that can ever be worthy is the White City, the great white walls of Minas Tirith, the city of Gondor. What else gives you greater joy than to see the Tower of Ecthelion burst forth in brighness in the morning sunshine, the White Tree of Gondor shining with everlasting purity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="287" src="http://images.wikia.com/lotr/images/e/e4/Minas_Tirith.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY ARE ALL THEIR BATTLE SCENES SO AWESOME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="505" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2rmCmSeYxyY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LZTmCALoQFo" width="505"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this, I feel like I can take on the Death Star every other day. If the Rohirrim behind me charging into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1268443226381626971?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1268443226381626971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/seriously-why-does-lotr-have-all-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1268443226381626971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1268443226381626971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/seriously-why-does-lotr-have-all-best.html' title='LOTR'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2rmCmSeYxyY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4990754064672382974</id><published>2012-02-10T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:23:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Engineer</title><content type='html'>An Engineer who tried to become a doctor earlier failed because of what he wrote in his medical entrance examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Explain the following phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a- Antibody: Someone who hates his body&lt;br /&gt;b- Artery: The Study of fine paintings(art)&lt;br /&gt;c- Bacteria: Back door of Cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;d- Coma: Punctuation Mark&lt;br /&gt;e- Labour Pains: Hurt at work&lt;br /&gt;f- Cardiology: The Advanced study of playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4990754064672382974?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4990754064672382974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-engineer_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4990754064672382974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4990754064672382974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-engineer_10.html' title='Being an Engineer'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6206570110334102511</id><published>2012-02-09T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:05:05.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC 1</title><content type='html'>Seriously, JC life is tiring. The being-in-constant-motion state of flux that all of us are in, hovering between LTs ,T-block/V-block and Canteen is exhausting. Especially when one does not have the luxury of fully-air-conditioned&amp;nbsp;classrooms with sofas.&amp;nbsp;Not to mention that the style of teaching is vastly different between each teachers. Some just don't give a damn whether you're listening or not, Some would bitch if you're not listening at all.&amp;nbsp;Why can't NIE just hold a "Kind and Considerate (to students)" requirement for all potential teachers next time? It doesn't mean that there aren't any kind teachers in JC. But the treatment we're getting just seems to put IP teachers into way better lighting. Before, they used to be just normal. Now, I'm starting to believe some of them are almost God-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, Mr Goh doesn't ever change. His 3rd Period lessons are forever the same. Mass PE is hilarious(ly) a joke. Seemingly I always end up feeling the same - Like a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6206570110334102511?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6206570110334102511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/seriously-jc-life-is-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6206570110334102511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6206570110334102511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/seriously-jc-life-is-tiring.html' title='JC 1'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1090891109961921685</id><published>2012-02-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:04:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC</title><content type='html'>Well, JC life is different from IP life. I miss my classroom. I miss having a bunch of friends to talk cock with at the back of the class. I miss going treehouse to play bridge. I miss trying to learn Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But times change and the seasons wait for no man (or woman). Though life has moved on, I'll forever cherish those 2 years of my life filled with fun and laughter. And seriously, being in JC just made everything so serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, we're given way too much freedom. Tutorials are up to you to do before hand. Lecture notes are up to you to read before lectures. It's up to you to turn up for classes. Really, with this much freedom, I find myself having to push myself just to get started on work. Here I am on Blogger when in fact I could be doing Econs, Math or even Physics right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with every challenge, comes acceptance. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do with these next 2 years, and if Orientation is any indication, this could be funnnnnn...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, this is serious. Seriously; Serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1090891109961921685?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1090891109961921685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/jc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1090891109961921685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1090891109961921685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/jc.html' title='JC'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5604919803313821217</id><published>2012-02-05T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:30:51.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH. I'M JUST GONNA WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO ADD ME ON FACEBOOK. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5604919803313821217?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5604919803313821217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5604919803313821217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5604919803313821217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/02/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1686176509626057366</id><published>2012-01-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:02:33.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Hurry Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="505" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K3TesujRfpY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phil Collins - You Can't Hurry Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I know, I'm breaking the one post a day rule here. BUT SERIOUSLY. HOW DOES PHIL COLLINS KNOW HOW I DANCE TO SONGS?!&lt;br /&gt;This is how I dance to songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1686176509626057366?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1686176509626057366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-cant-hurry-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1686176509626057366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1686176509626057366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-cant-hurry-love.html' title='You Can&apos;t Hurry Love'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K3TesujRfpY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7181588934310491465</id><published>2012-01-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:21:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got It</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CYhMrtZM1WA" width="505"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roy Orbison - You Got It&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I look into your loving eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;I see a love that money just can't buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;One look from you I drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Afraid that you are here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything at all, you got it, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I hold you I begin to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything about you tells me I'm your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;I live my life to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;No one can do the things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Doo doo doo doo you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad to give my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;I know your feel the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything at all, you got it, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anything at all, you got it, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Roy's voice is simply sublime. I love this song. He sings so dead-pan, so motion-less, and yet seemingly filled with mysterious passion. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;What's not to like? After this and Pretty Woman... HAHA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="505" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_v9gK_SedsE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7181588934310491465?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7181588934310491465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7181588934310491465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7181588934310491465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-got-it.html' title='You Got It'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CYhMrtZM1WA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5380883561311236236</id><published>2012-01-29T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:06:50.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles and Pins</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7beP1eIeVNI" width="505"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Smokie - Needles and Pins&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bright Lights and Back Alleys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her today,&amp;nbsp;I saw her face,&lt;br /&gt;It was a face I loved, and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I had to run away,&lt;br /&gt;And get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;That they'd go away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still they begin,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Because of all my pride,&lt;br /&gt;The tears I gotta hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thought I was smart,&amp;nbsp;I'd won a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I do,&amp;nbsp;But now you see,&lt;br /&gt;She's worse to him and me,&lt;br /&gt;Let her go ahead, and take his love instead,&lt;br /&gt;And one day she will see,&lt;br /&gt;Just how to say please,&lt;br /&gt;And get down on her knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how they begin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel those needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Hurtin' her, hurtin' her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can't I stop and tell myself I'm wrong, I'm wrong, so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;What can't I stand up, and tell myself I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I saw her today ...&amp;nbsp;I saw her face,&lt;br /&gt;It was a face I loved, and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I had to run away,&lt;br /&gt;And get down on my knees and pray,&lt;br /&gt;That they'd go away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still they begin,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Because of all my pride,&lt;br /&gt;The tears I gotta hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;Needles and pins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #573100; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #573100; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those needles and pins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5380883561311236236?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5380883561311236236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/needles-and-pins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5380883561311236236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5380883561311236236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/needles-and-pins.html' title='Needles and Pins'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7beP1eIeVNI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8714159555200707327</id><published>2012-01-28T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:41:50.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoids = BEST ANIME EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H-eFTDxVcCo" width="505"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. My Childhood. Everything I remember could be in that song right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Seriously drowning in nostalgia right now. Zoids was like the only really good anime series I've watched since the birth of my existence. Gundam came later. But Zoids was first, and will always be first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's ironic, that whenever things seem so down; all hope has been lost; the Deathsaurer is wreaking havoc and destruction on Guygalos; no matter what shit happens to Van and Fiona, this song will always start playing. And you know, whenever you hear this song, you know somehow, somewhere, something is gonna happen, and Van will save the day. It always happens; it was like a miracle. Everytime. Moonbay and Irvine would be saying: I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was like that miracle song that brought on miracles. It lifts you up man.&amp;nbsp;It fills you with never-ending hope, in Van, in Zeke and in that awesome Blade Liger. You could never ever lose, with them on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Zoids ever since I was 5 and could watch TV. I remember arguing with my brother haha, whether the Gordos was a lousy Zoid (it was), whether the Raven's Zaber Fang was better than the Van's Shield Liger (it's not), whether the Raven's new Geno Breaker could defeat Van's Blade Liger (it might), whether the Irvine's new Lightning Saix was like the coolest thing ever (IT STILL IS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zoids. I know this is &lt;b&gt;Blasphemy&lt;/b&gt;, but I think I loved Zoids first than I ever loved Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101011165233/zoids/images/3/31/Van,_Fiona_ep_6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="246" src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101210111813/zoids/images/7/75/Fiona_and_van.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cutest couple ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8714159555200707327?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8714159555200707327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/zoids-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8714159555200707327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8714159555200707327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/zoids-childhood.html' title='Zoids = BEST ANIME EVER'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H-eFTDxVcCo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-9181755232666461298</id><published>2012-01-25T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:23:36.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In this life, I only know one thing. And that's the only anime I'll ever watch is these two. That's a fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="C12.jpg (430×315)" src="http://www.weloveshopping.com/shop/client/000035/kittymovie/C12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="gundam_seed_3_1280[3].jpg (512×410)" height="320" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xHLEa6C5Nnw/SnwVVkOLMnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/int1OgraRA8/gundam_seed_3_1280%5B3%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;They seem to have a lot in common now that I think about it. Lots of fighting. So many childhood heroes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-9181755232666461298?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/9181755232666461298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/anime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/9181755232666461298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/9181755232666461298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/anime.html' title='Anime'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xHLEa6C5Nnw/SnwVVkOLMnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/int1OgraRA8/s72-c/gundam_seed_3_1280%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6472934277555786302</id><published>2012-01-25T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:25:11.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"KIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5J4bxDzKAI/Tx7lhi3oVsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eAGwMsI02pU/s1600/Best_scene_in_Gundam_seed__by_Higurashiwing93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5J4bxDzKAI/Tx7lhi3oVsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eAGwMsI02pU/s400/Best_scene_in_Gundam_seed__by_Higurashiwing93.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"KIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I cried a bit when I first watched this episode. Honest. Of course later on I knew he didn't really die but still on TV I thought he did. That song at the end was beautiful. Really gets to your soul. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Come to think of it, I don't think I can ever remember anyone EVER liking Shinn. That bastard was such a stuck-up. Thought he destroyed the Freedom too, what a JERK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6472934277555786302?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6472934277555786302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/kiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-i-cried-bit-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6472934277555786302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="javascript:decryptText('iDx1tBZy')"&gt;Try Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5249566322691677854?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5249566322691677854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5249566322691677854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5249566322691677854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-3026592996448484566</id><published>2011-12-30T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:58:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like that Source Code guy. Jake Gyllenhaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-3026592996448484566?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/3026592996448484566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-like-that-source-code-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3026592996448484566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3026592996448484566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-like-that-source-code-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-706548222791164595</id><published>2011-12-21T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:10:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The stupidity of some things really annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really must be bored out of my wits that I can spend a whole night fuming about the stupidity that Star Wars has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But SERIOUSLY, it's SO STUPID. I mean, why even bother making a prequel trilogy at all, when you're going to make another prequel series to explain the prequel series.&lt;br /&gt;and let everyone know what's going to happen in between, with FULL KNOWLEDGE of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like giving someone {Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone} and saying:"Oh, btw, Harry kills Voldemort in the last one. Dumbledore dies in the 6th. Have fun reading the rest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;harry &amp;amp;="" potter="" the&amp;nbsp;philosopher's&amp;nbsp;stone=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/harry&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykJNhDCppoE/S8pQJfnFvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yjiXrWz83Z0/s200/207096-banging_head_wall_uses_150_calories_hour.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S IT. I'M FINDING A JOB.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-706548222791164595?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/706548222791164595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/stupidity-of-some-things-really-annoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/706548222791164595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/706548222791164595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/stupidity-of-some-things-really-annoy.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykJNhDCppoE/S8pQJfnFvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yjiXrWz83Z0/s72-c/207096-banging_head_wall_uses_150_calories_hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1946593513604302669</id><published>2011-12-20T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:12:08.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE A CLICHÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These days, the term cliché is frequently used. Many things, to be blunt, are considered cliché.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But &lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;the term is used so often that I'm beginning to suspect that to be clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;é is clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The fact is that the term's meaning is fraying. People use it too often, to describe things that are either too normal or simply not worth noting to be clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. In effect, you saying that something is clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;is clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;And my point is, why bother noting things are clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;é at all? What's the point? People just want to say stuff that they do or are are clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;é, even as they continue doing whatever it is they are doing regardless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Or it could mean that all uses of the term is instead re-inforcing it's inherent meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Idk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;YOU'RE A CLICHÉ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thefreedictionary.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hw" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cli·ché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;also&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;cliche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" height="21" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-top: 1px;" width="13"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf" flashvars="sound_src=http://img.tfd.com/hm/mp3/C0404300.mp3" menu="false" width="13" height="21" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 158, 131); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;(kl&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" /&gt;-sh&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/amacr.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pseg" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A trite or overused expression or idea:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even while the phrase was degenerating to cliché in ordinary public use . . . scholars were giving it increasing attention"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Anthony Brandt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A person or character whose behavior is predictable or superficial:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is a young explorer . . . who turns out not to be quite the cliche expected"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: #226699; font-style: italic;"&gt;(John Crowley).&lt;/span&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/3284946993221111341-1946593513604302669?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1946593513604302669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-cliche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1946593513604302669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1946593513604302669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-cliche.html' title='YOU&apos;RE A CLICHÉ'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2077616026803680547</id><published>2011-12-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:10:53.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Practical</title><content type='html'>You know, it's quite astonishing what people would do for $100million dollars. And yet $100million in today's terms, isn't as much as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in Fast 5, the Gang wanted to steal $100million. So they drive a Bank Vault through the streets, causing some massive urban destruction. Which in damages, could potentially cost more than what they're stealing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really ironic is that they only make off with $100million. Why not make more than that? Why not just......make a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fast_Five"&gt;Fast 5&lt;/a&gt; earned more than &lt;b&gt;$500million&lt;/b&gt; in profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's alot more than $11million apiece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2077616026803680547?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2077616026803680547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-practical_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2077616026803680547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2077616026803680547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-practical_20.html' title='Being Practical'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2746192211586185036</id><published>2011-11-26T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:28:58.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>There are times when I think this&lt;the dark="" knight=""&gt; is possibly the greatest movie out there. &lt;/the&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brutal scenes, the exhilarating soundtrack alone are nothing short of brillance, but Heath Ledger's Joker simply makes it a masterclass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;the dark="" knight=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hans Zimmer really created something magnificent here. The soundtrack for this movie is bone-chilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That ending scene between Batman and Commissioner Gordon; the epitome of magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Batman: I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be... call it in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gordon: We'll hunt you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Batman: You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me. Set﻿ the dogs on me. Because that's what needs to happen. Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough, sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have they're faith rewarded."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gordon's Son: Why's he running, Dad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gordon: Because we have to chase him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gordon's Son: He didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gordon: Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll hunt him, because﻿ he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A Dark Knight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HvSXrrsZL._SX500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2746192211586185036?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2746192211586185036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/batman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2746192211586185036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2746192211586185036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7686683942677883088</id><published>2011-11-26T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:03:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time between 8-12 passes by so fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7686683942677883088?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7686683942677883088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-between-8-12-passes-by-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7686683942677883088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7686683942677883088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-between-8-12-passes-by-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1201156724367355213</id><published>2011-11-25T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:07:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;From Armageddon:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Step away! You don't know the components!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why does it matter? American Components, Russian Components. ALL MADE IN TAIWAN!" - Lev &lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah okay, so I'm going to Taiwan again, for holiday. After Japan, and even though we've been there before. &lt;div&gt;My mom said it's going to be cold. I hope so. I've never actually experienced real cold-ness before, so I hope Taiwan makes it a challenge for me. Instead of just plain, old Wind Shears and slightly cold weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That quote above, came from Armageddon. I remember that, since it was my favourite moment in the whole movie, with my favourite character: the Russian Cosmonaut, Lev Andropov. It's interesting to see that they know all of their technology comprises of components made of Taiwan. Indeed, this is the case in real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people now know the "Made in China" acronym, but how many know about "Made in Taiwan". The contrast between the two countries are so polarizing, given how similar the two are. China is known for manufacturing cheap, plastic toys and other such goods. Taiwan on the other hand, is known for being one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world, making high-end goods. Some renowned Taiwanese brands are HTC and Acer, which you've probably heard of, but never knew were from Taiwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, I'm looking forward to a good trip this time round, given 4 more years of maturity that separate my 2 vacations there. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1201156724367355213?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1201156724367355213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/taiwan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1201156724367355213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1201156724367355213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-3499016375974832496</id><published>2011-11-19T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:39:43.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="subtextdear" style="margin-left: 5px; font-size: 20px; width: 490px; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Dear Martin Luther King Jr.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="subtextplease" style="margin-top: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 30px; font-size: 20px; width: 475px; text-align: center; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline-block; text-align: left; "&gt;I have a dream within a dream within another dream inside a dream... What now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="submittedby" style="font-size: 20px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: right; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sincerely, Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="submittedby" style="font-size: 20px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: right; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="submittedby" style="font-size: 20px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: right; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-VXa1AvBG4/TsaIWGBdJFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/l2iadTNtJ0Q/s1600/309545_292001817485516_250756648276700_1065087_320808196_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-VXa1AvBG4/TsaIWGBdJFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/l2iadTNtJ0Q/s400/309545_292001817485516_250756648276700_1065087_320808196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374293502305362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-3499016375974832496?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/3499016375974832496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3499016375974832496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3499016375974832496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream....'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-VXa1AvBG4/TsaIWGBdJFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/l2iadTNtJ0Q/s72-c/309545_292001817485516_250756648276700_1065087_320808196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2547153439008908804</id><published>2011-11-18T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:36:09.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relations</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think I'm like Ted. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people don't really watch HIMYM for Ted anymore; I know of people who think it's ridiculous that a simple flashback story can last 7 seasons and counting, and we still haven't been introduced to the Mother! It's becoming rather more like the Barney Stinson/NPH show. HAHA. Not that that's bad. But it has no link to the purpose of the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I can relate myself to Ted. See myself in him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, but there's a big difference: I really don't share his love for Architecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3284946993221111341-2547153439008908804?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2547153439008908804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/relations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2547153439008908804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2547153439008908804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/relations.html' title='Relations'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-758972616666561633</id><published>2011-11-18T00:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:05:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerized</title><content type='html'>You know what, it's the holidays, so I'm not going to apologize for anything. Yes! I've been slacking. Like any normal person would do. If you're still doing work right now, *facepalm*. That or you're an adult. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, let's take a look at what I've been doing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;: I woke up this day at 12. No kidding. D&amp;amp;D was so late. I spent the whole afternoon at my cousins's house, playing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern Warfare 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Best FPS game of the year? Yea. Something new? Not so much. It was almost identical to MW2, except its just a new plotline. Otherwise, all the shooting and methods of killing, same. Killing people with 75mm rounds inside a AC-130?  Check. Multiplayer was cool. Way better than Blackshot, in terms of &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt;. I think I'm going to get it. Maybe pool my money together with my brother. All in all, it was a nice afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday night&lt;/u&gt;: Watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Armageddon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, this wasn't on my initial plan, but its Armageddon. I know the science is way off, but its still so cool... If the Earth were about to be struck by a giant asteroid, who wouldn't want Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck to save you by drilling into the core of the asteroid to detonate a nuclear bomb inside that will split the asteroid definitively into only 2 gigantic halves that would nicely miss the Earth by a few hundred miles. Wow. Like I said, the science was way off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote Harry Stamper:"This is it?! For all the collective brilliant-ness of NASA and the US, the fate of the world lies on the success of me and my men. And you're telling me that you don't have a back-up plan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, one of my more favorite disaster movies. &lt;i&gt;Independence Day&lt;/i&gt; is still the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;, but this isn't too far behind. (You have to watch ID4, it practically revived the disaster movie genre. It's not that old, only 1995!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;: Watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The original 3, not the after re-prequels. This made my day. There's nothing like spending a rainy afternoon than with Han and Chewie on the Falcon. Many people can quote Star Wars, even just mention the characters that are in them, but a really &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; person is one that can tell you all the dialogue and scenes in the movie. There's a saying that's been going around, "You'd better watch all the original Star Wars movies and &lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt; them, before George Lucas gets it into his head to change it, again". HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm deadly serious you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;: Watch &lt;i&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/i&gt;. The trilogy. All of it. Only one word to describe it: &lt;b&gt;TIME-TRAVEL-IS-AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Period&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and paradoxical. So many possible Paradoxes! 2 Marty McFlys' in 1955?! Meeting Doc all over the place?! Great Scott! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. This is what I've been doing. Isn't much really. I swear I haven't moved out of my chair at all, except to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry for this recap post, I really have so much thoughts about each of these things that I've described, but I just can't bring myself to type a 4 super long posts about each of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings us back to now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For tonight's entertainment, a simple book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, from 1985, let's go Back to the Past for once in a song that appeared in that awesome movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="505" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GjZiXlP4_fc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3284946993221111341-758972616666561633?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/758972616666561633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/758972616666561633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/758972616666561633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/recap.html' title='Summerized'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GjZiXlP4_fc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1752059707769592969</id><published>2011-11-16T04:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T04:35:21.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's getting late have you seen my mates&lt;br /&gt;Ma tell me when the boys get here&lt;br /&gt;It's seven o'clock and I want to rock&lt;br /&gt;Want to get a belly full of beer&lt;br /&gt;My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys&lt;br /&gt;And my old lady she don't care&lt;br /&gt;My sister looks cute in her braces and boots&lt;br /&gt;A handful of grease in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give us none of your &lt;b&gt;aggravation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it with your discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright for fighting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a little action in&lt;br /&gt;Get about as oiled as a diesel train&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set this dance alight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Saturday night's the night &lt;i&gt;I like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright, alright, alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right&lt;br /&gt;I may use a little muscle to get what I need&lt;br /&gt;I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the sound that I really like&lt;br /&gt;Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;I'm a juvenile product of the working class&lt;br /&gt;Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give us none of your &lt;b&gt;aggravation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it with your discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright for fighting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a little action in&lt;br /&gt;Get about as oiled as a diesel train&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set this dance alight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Saturday night's the night &lt;i&gt;I like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright, alright, alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give us none of your &lt;b&gt;aggravation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it with your discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright for fighting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a little action in&lt;br /&gt;Get about as oiled as a diesel train&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set this dance alight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Saturday night's the night &lt;i&gt;I like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night's alright, alright, alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Saturday Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night's Alright! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA He's coming to Singapore! Forever ONO. WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hear that riff to Crocodile Rock... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;LAHHH LALALALALA LALALALALA~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1752059707769592969?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1752059707769592969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-getting-late-have-you-seen-my-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1752059707769592969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1752059707769592969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-getting-late-have-you-seen-my-mates.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5170584669762156812</id><published>2011-11-13T02:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:52:43.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krayt Dragons</title><content type='html'>Krayt Dragons are scary. They are so ferocious, Darth Krayt couldn't even come up with a better name. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qjZ1Hxj-c/Tr6_djfvDmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bqzv4x_NYl8/s1600/574px-GreaterKrayt-WOSW.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qjZ1Hxj-c/Tr6_djfvDmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bqzv4x_NYl8/s400/574px-GreaterKrayt-WOSW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674183094998863458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You definitely won't want to face this thing in the sandy deserts of Tatooine. They've even been known to eat on Sarlaccs. You know, that giant, plant-like creature inside a hole in the ground filled with a monstrous mouth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhkbpXxH170/Tr7AROYv1kI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cHAyF19ym1U/s1600/sarlacc1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhkbpXxH170/Tr7AROYv1kI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cHAyF19ym1U/s400/sarlacc1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674183982685607490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it can eat this, you bet it can eat you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing scarier than that is an Exogorth. Or more commonly known as, a Space Slug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you pilot your ship into one of these things, you are guaranteed death. Don't gamble on your luck to survive with one of these, only Han Solo can ever be that lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070731232921/starwars/images/thumb/2/2f/MCQ-spaceslug.jpg/489px-MCQ-spaceslug.jpg" alt="MCQ-spaceslug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071029030756/starwars/images/thumb/3/34/SpaceSlug.JPG/420px-SpaceSlug.JPG" alt="SpaceSlug.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the size of a freaking asteroid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3284946993221111341-5170584669762156812?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5170584669762156812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/krayt-dragons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5170584669762156812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5170584669762156812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/krayt-dragons.html' title='Krayt Dragons'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qjZ1Hxj-c/Tr6_djfvDmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bqzv4x_NYl8/s72-c/574px-GreaterKrayt-WOSW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-16791488743960696</id><published>2011-11-12T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T04:34:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble World!</title><content type='html'>I guess we really are living in our own little bubbles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubbles filled with wonder. Some, filled with marijuana. Others, double rainbows and sunshine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that our bubbles' made out of transparisteel and lead; to let us look and marvel at the outside world, and yet Supermen can't see in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know your Bubbles' not made out of awesome-ness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDlctD_aqnw/SlKlVOAFHDI/AAAAAAAAABo/JcRHZcjknTk/s400/hamster_ball.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all live on this giant floating bubble called Earth anyway. Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BUBBLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-16791488743960696?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/16791488743960696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/bubble-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/16791488743960696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/16791488743960696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/bubble-world.html' title='Bubble World!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDlctD_aqnw/SlKlVOAFHDI/AAAAAAAAABo/JcRHZcjknTk/s72-c/hamster_ball.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2858416240389785813</id><published>2011-11-09T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:38:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1dQylOT3Cg/Trl2j4xzl4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/UReQ54j9pig/s1600/how-i-met-your-mother_320.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1dQylOT3Cg/Trl2j4xzl4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/UReQ54j9pig/s400/how-i-met-your-mother_320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672695564558636930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This just confirms the notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNEY &amp;amp; ROBIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have quite solid facts that Barney's wedding in 'the future' is with Robin. The producers have been setting this up all along. I KNEW IT.&lt;br /&gt;Really? Nora? She's too British. Plus, Barney and Robin are so much better looking together anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic; in the flashback, during the Hurricane Barney and Robin nearly kissed. And yet the bigger twist was that at the end of the episode, they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can almost say that this show revolutionized the way flashbacks are used in television. The entire HIMYM show itself has been a 7-year (and counting!) flashback of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a classic HIMYM episode, with spot-on witty jokes and the revival of the SLAPBET! Definitely one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0arxCDTg39k/Trl03I6AzRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GOFuyWsbqt0/s1600/tumblr_lucl67Tn5P1qhcw62o1_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 142px; text-align: center; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0arxCDTg39k/Trl03I6AzRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GOFuyWsbqt0/s320/tumblr_lucl67Tn5P1qhcw62o1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672693696282283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFWjaOMFXoo/Trl1ZBJK9hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/G1ghH6KNr8Q/s1600/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao1_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFWjaOMFXoo/Trl1ZBJK9hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/G1ghH6KNr8Q/s200/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672694278313932306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0F21sO8gGcg/Trl1Zc0V-6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZfvHCpTOipQ/s1600/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao2_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0F21sO8gGcg/Trl1Zc0V-6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZfvHCpTOipQ/s200/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao2_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672694285742767010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASRRfZktPbM/Trl1Zylm2qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MaS-MrTTxKw/s1600/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao4_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASRRfZktPbM/Trl1Zylm2qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MaS-MrTTxKw/s200/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao4_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672694291586538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fxITiA-SfQ/Trl1aP2b3FI/AAAAAAAAALY/o8N9gG0Bihw/s1600/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao6_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fxITiA-SfQ/Trl1aP2b3FI/AAAAAAAAALY/o8N9gG0Bihw/s200/tumblr_lucatyuW5i1qa3emao6_250.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672694299441749074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://himymthebest.tumblr.com/" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://himymthebest.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know what, just go to tumblr and watch the gifs. Better yet, watch the episode! Seriously blogger, why don't you do awesome stuff anymore?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's to become of Kevin? Hmmmm...&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/3284946993221111341-2858416240389785813?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2858416240389785813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-just-confirms-notion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2858416240389785813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2858416240389785813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-just-confirms-notion.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1dQylOT3Cg/Trl2j4xzl4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/UReQ54j9pig/s72-c/how-i-met-your-mother_320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-77426201357082263</id><published>2011-11-07T11:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:42:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Time Rock &amp; Roll ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Just take those old records off the shelf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Today's music ain't got the same soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I like that old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Don't try to take me to a Disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;You'll never even get me out on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;In 10 minutes I'll be late for the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I like that old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0.8em; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+seger/old+time+rock+and+roll_20644222.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Still like that old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;The kinda music just soothes the soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I reminisce about the days of old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;With that old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Won't go to hear 'em play a Tango &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;There's only one sure way to get me to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Start playin' old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Call me a relic call me what'cha will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Say I'm old fashioned say I'm over the hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Today's music ain't got the same soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;I like that old time rock and roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Still like that old time rock and roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;-Old Time Rock &amp;amp; Roll, Bob Seger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;This song epitomizes my taste in music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(87, 49, 0); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="503" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SsSVcRYh8dE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-77426201357082263?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/77426201357082263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-time-rock-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/77426201357082263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/77426201357082263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-time-rock-roll.html' title='Old Time Rock &amp; Roll ~'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SsSVcRYh8dE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2168681555758748830</id><published>2011-11-05T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:42:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRUMPET!!</title><content type='html'>Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three four, five&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the car so come on let's ride&lt;br /&gt;To the liquor store around the corner, &lt;br /&gt;The boys say they want some gin and juice&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beerbust like I had last week&lt;br /&gt;I must stay deep 'cause talk is a cheap&lt;br /&gt;I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita&lt;br /&gt;And as I continue you know they're gettin' sweeter&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do I really beg you my Lord&lt;br /&gt;To me flirtin' it's just like a sport&lt;br /&gt;Anything fly it's all good let me dump it&lt;br /&gt;Please set in the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo No. 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita is all I need&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina is what I see&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and down and move it all around&lt;br /&gt;Shake your head to the sound put your hands on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Take one step left and one step right&lt;br /&gt;One to the front and one to the side&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice&lt;br /&gt;And if it looks like this then you doin' it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita is all I need&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina is what I see&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpet, the Trumpet! &lt;br /&gt;Mambo No. 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita is all I need&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina is what I see&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all to fall in love with a girl like you&lt;br /&gt;You can't run and you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;You and me gonna touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo No. 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2168681555758748830?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2168681555758748830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/trumpet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2168681555758748830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2168681555758748830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/trumpet.html' title='THE TRUMPET!!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5592921198216594876</id><published>2011-11-05T16:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:02:16.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Kesh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. So, I wasn't even studying for Chinese. Just staring at some StarMaps of the SW Universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, I got really interested in Wild Space and the Unknown Regions, around the fringes of Known Space. Who knows what new threats/invasion fleets are lurking there. And guess what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8Hvmzr5szU/TrTzyBZoiRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AWz7aS2EsVo/s320/Small%2BKesh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671425871461255442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OMG IT'S KESH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHERE THE LOST TRIBE OF THE SITH ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9eklnY6DNQ/TrT1CWXnnhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pDAVFheFImM/s320/Where%2Bis%2BKesh.dib" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671427251479485970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUKE! STOP THE JEDI CRUSADE! QUIT PLAYING AROUND WITH SHIP AND LOOK! I FOUND WHERE KESH IS! BOMB IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh boy. Man, if only the Jedi Grand Master had this StarMap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently Kesh is situated a little off the end of Rimma Trade Route, in Wild Space, next to Kal'Shebbol. Sigh. Too bad most of the Lost Tribe aren't even on the homeworld anymore, evil little ******** on Coruscant trying to take over the GA with Abeloth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still, destroying Kesh would give me immense satisfaction, even if it's not the Jedi way. The plot lines thicken as the release date of Apocalypse nears. I wonder if Vestara would lead the Jedi to Kesh after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait for the explosive conclusion to Fate of the Jedi man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3284946993221111341-5592921198216594876?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5592921198216594876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-is-kesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5592921198216594876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5592921198216594876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-is-kesh.html' title='Where is Kesh?'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8Hvmzr5szU/TrTzyBZoiRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AWz7aS2EsVo/s72-c/Small%2BKesh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2812878085826275544</id><published>2011-11-05T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:44:28.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>It's the honest truth of my life: I eat to live, rather than live to eat. Given the choice, I would, without hesitation, choose to not eat at all, and rely on technological advancements than enable me to photosynthesize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy my food. Who doesn't love a good plate of ba chor mee, or dessert, or Ice Lemon Tea?! &lt;br /&gt;Food has many joys, and miraculous powers, rejuvenating ones spirit and soul. Good food not only increases your appetite, but also your body size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I'm looking forward to the day I can give my mouth to its true, sole purpose in life (talking), I am quite certain that until then, I will never turn down good food. Especially Popcorn Chicken. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2812878085826275544?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2812878085826275544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2812878085826275544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2812878085826275544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6854378923082644801</id><published>2011-11-04T18:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:33:44.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, so I'm going to tell you I don't have many favourite things in the world. I just like too much of a variety to accurately tell you that I favor a specific Band, or TV show, or Genre, or Food. Most of the time I'm not really sure of what I really like; it's like my interest levels wanes with the ebb of time, a wave you could say. Sometimes I like the early Beatles classics; other times I prefer Sgt Pepper. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in the rare oddity that I do like something, it is this man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.southafricabooks.com/images/chewbaccaHanSolo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not Chewbacca. Han Solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to be specific, Harrison Ford. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man is LEGENDARY, to borrow Barney. He was the action star of the 70s/80s/90s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two outstanding characters that he played were ones every kid worth his salt envisoned himself to be: Indiana Jones &amp;amp; Han Solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indiana Jones and the Lost Crusade was my favourite movie after Empire Strikes Back. Higher even, than Attack of the Clones. Really, fighting Nazis and searching for the Holy Grail, there was something exhilarating of that lifestyle. I love how there's two sides to Indy: A whip-slinging treasure hunter and a esteemed College Professor of Archaeology. He doesn't seem to get old, even in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of a Crystal Skull. James Bond? Please. Indy could whip your ass off before you reach for that gun of yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8e/Indiana_Jones_in_Raiders_of_the_Lost_Ark.jpg/200px-Indiana_Jones_in_Raiders_of_the_Lost_Ark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Indiana Jones was who I wanted to be when I grew up, Han Solo was who I was in the real 'future' world; nobody can top Han. He's a rebel, a smuggler-turned-good; he has a beautiful hunk of junk in the Falcon; and has a life-bond with the Universe's best bodyguard. If there's anybody you want to have your back, a Wookie is the only choice behind a Jedi. Plus, he (eventually) gets his girl (Leia). And 3 Force-wielding kids. What are the odds huh? ... a Corellian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through it all, these two characters embodied the values I want for myself: Courage, Imagination, Resourcefulness, Loyalty, Luck, Wit, and that Skill with a whip/blaster. Ah, what fun, if one could actually plough through Amazonian jungle looking for ancient Mayan ruins with an elite Russian KGB unit up your ass. Or pilot the Millenium Falcon down the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs, blast Zsinj out of the sky and live in the Star Wars universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Kiss my Wookie!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Han Solo to Warlord Zsinj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3284946993221111341-6854378923082644801?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6854378923082644801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/favourites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6854378923082644801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6854378923082644801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/favourites.html' title='Favourites'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2428982462114208947</id><published>2011-11-03T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:57:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DFTBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just move﻿ to the internet. It's great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- John Green&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2428982462114208947?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2428982462114208947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/dftba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2428982462114208947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2428982462114208947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/dftba.html' title='DFTBA'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7837145850294005859</id><published>2011-11-02T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:35:54.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't rape</title><content type='html'>On Youtube, a crime has occurred... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge&lt;/b&gt;: Tell me, Ms. Replay, where did Mr.﻿ Arrow﻿ click﻿ you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Replay Button&lt;/b&gt;:﻿ Here!﻿﻿ (gestures﻿ entire body)﻿ *cries*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge&lt;/b&gt;: And how many times did you say he clicked you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Replay﻿ Button&lt;/b&gt;: OVER 9,000!!!﻿ times your﻿ honor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge&lt;/b&gt;:﻿ And what﻿ do you have to say Mr. Arrow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arrow&lt;/b&gt;: Dude, I told you already﻿ I only clicked on her maybe 10 times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge&lt;/b&gt;:﻿ Mr. Arrow you're going to internet﻿ prison for an﻿ entire year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arrow&lt;/b&gt;: fuck, how am I supposed to do my job now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Where the fuck﻿ is my arrow?! (interrobang - awesome)&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7837145850294005859?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7837145850294005859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-rape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7837145850294005859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7837145850294005859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-rape.html' title='Don&apos;t rape'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-3595172925897205134</id><published>2011-10-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:29:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AknXtQfBgSc/TqWgWv-7l4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_hVViPiCVQ8/s1600/312727_278085582210424_163251197027197_1106581_592855067_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, we are back from OBS. I cannot express how tired I am right now. I can't seem to get rid of that OBS smell, that pungent smell from the rivers and mangroves we were kayaking through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I think this course was an important one. I learnt many things, not only re-learning how to cook outdoors or wash mess tins, but also more about myself, what are my limits and how far I can really push myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, the days were long and challenging. The weather was tolerable, but I think that's only because I'm a guy and I don't mind that stickness that you feel all day long. Going without showering for 2 days was something that felt alright to me. But that unclean feeling will stay with you, with or without showeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Battuta. Hahahaha. I had reservations about this camp because of this watch, and the people in it. Classmates that I knew but not so well. I was thinking, it would either be a very fun and entertaining camp, or a miserable one. To my surprise, it was the former. I think the group really bonded well together, regardless of what class/nationality they were from,  and despite cliques or groups we still came together. I can't say the same for Billy or the other 10v15 people, but I think I tried to talk to everyone as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The course was jam-packed with activities. Kayaking, Trekking, Rock-climbing, Belaying. Basic stuff like pitching tents, cooking food and washing up, we all had to do it ourselves. I know I might not have helped alot for the later, but everyone in Battuta pitched in to help one another. During the Trekking and Kayaking, wow. For trekking, we travelled 13.7km (we measured the map!) on foot in 7 hours with heavy bagpacks filled with cans and tents. I carried a tent/tarp/sheets, and it must have weighed more than 15kg.  That 7 hours, we must have really pushed ourselves to travel from Camp 1 to Chek Jawa and back to Jelutong Campsite. I learnt the meaning of 'Pain is temporary, but Glory is forever' (as Kurum said, hehe); trying to ignore that crap in my shoulders, just lugging the bag forward, putting one step in front of the other. It was hard, but the relief and that sense of accomplishment of getting to our destination 2 hours ahead of schedule was really fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For kayaking, I now know something about myself. I never want to kayak in open sea again. I got sea-sick towards the end. When we  finally got out of the kayaks, everyone's legs were stiff. But thats what you get for sitting cross-legged for 8 hours straight, kayaking from Jelutong Campsite to Camp 2. They called it a Sea Expedition. I know now the finer points of navigation, how to use a map to determine our position with a compass, and most importantly of all, identifying places in mangrove swampland. It was stressful; I was nervous, having to lead the entire expedition as the 'Navigation leader' with Hans at the front. Thank God we got lost only twice. Leading the group to cross the swamp in 4 1/2 hours while the other group took 6 hours was really the highlight of the camp. I think I can speak for Hans, when I say how relieved we were when we finally crossed through the mangroves and reached the sea! But the expedition was not done, and we still had to push on through open sea back to Camp 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the camp was great; our instructor, Aniza, was great. She guided us through the important bits, but let us lead ourselves through most of the camp. She really didn't spoonfeed us the way we were led in Bintan. That was something new. So I guess, the whole watch really learnt what to do, and how to lead ourselves through points of stress or duress. She was so nice. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired. The tent ground was so hard. I'm going to sleep until Sunday on my soft soft bed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7468288909516424019?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7468288909516424019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/obs-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7468288909516424019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7468288909516424019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/obs-part-i.html' title='OBS! Part I'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5221587611292907518</id><published>2011-10-06T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:04:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed...</title><content type='html'>This is bad. I cannot take tmr's Math exam seriously, knowing that it's going to be the last paper for the year, but also (anticipated) the hardest one yet. Sigh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the joys of today's Physics paper, before which I seriously questioned my preference and ability to take Science, the anxiousness for tmr is something that I cannot bear. My hands are shaky and it's so hard to type. Today's Physics paper was so good (I finished everything with 5 mins to spare; first time for Physics), that the exams should just have ended right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm both nervous and excited at the same time. I think this compounds my anxiety. I really hope I can sleep well. Oh well, time to watch the Pupil! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, iPhone 4S! I cannot mask my disappointment at Apple. After I stayed up so late to watch the 'live' telecast of their conference at 2am. Everybody was anticipating atleast a re-design of iPhone; they barely even scratched the surface from the iPhone 4 to the iPhone 4S. 8 Megapixel camera upgrade with more optics/ A5 dual-core processor chip with 2X faster graphics and performance just does not cut it. I find Siri (the new Voice Control platform for the iPhone 4S) extremely disturbing - Skynet, Armageddon, Robots take over the world and all. The previous Voice Control of 3GS, quite literally, sucked. I've never seen anybody use it, not even original 3GS people. But inevitably, advancements have to be made in this area and I guess Apple is the best of the lot to bring it forward. I'm looking forward to seeing how it integrates itself into iOS 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I feel extremely left down by this upgrade, after standing by and watching my poor 3G getting wasted by upgrade after upgrade for iPhone 3GS and iPhone 4. Comon, even the new iOS is called iOS '5'. Where's my iPhone 5?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only consolation is that this new iPhone 4S is coming to Singapore on Oct 28th! I guess Apple finally realised what a huge market share it has over in Singapore, with the iPhone being the 'premier' smartphone in the Singapore market. Everybody wants an iPhone. And my plan with Singtel for my current phone expires in Nov. So, by Christmas, I should (hopefully) get a new iPhone! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5221587611292907518?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5221587611292907518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5221587611292907518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5221587611292907518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed...'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4927127555320577599</id><published>2011-10-04T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:04:03.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huh. Some bug is hanging around my lamp. Everything I off it, it goes crazy. Like buzzingg all over the place. Must think the lamp is the sun, since it's the same colour. Artificial sunlight. HAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I'm going to go to sleep now. This is early. 1am. Haven't said goodnight to you in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4927127555320577599?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4927127555320577599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4927127555320577599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4927127555320577599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8801736516583747496</id><published>2011-10-04T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:41:04.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's crying now? Not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok, so you know like how a song can get stuck in your head for a few days at a time. Yeah, well, for today's Chemistry exam, guess what weird song was in my head for 2hours. Yes. A Journey Song. And this is even weirder, I was listening to more of Chicago than Journey for the past few days, and yet one Journey song can dominate every other song I've listened to. Shows you something about their music huh. Or maybe it's just Steve Perry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, imagine doing a Chem Paper with these lyrics in your head: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"One love feeds the fire&lt;br /&gt;One heart burns desire&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, who's cryin' now&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts born to run&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be the lonely one&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, who's cryin' now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I mean, doesn't that song so very, Idk, full of combustion? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't even feel like crying after that exam, not like last year's papers, this year's was quite manageable (given that I mugged/crammed/spammed Chemistry for the whole weekend). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I can't shake this feeling I got while doing the paper, like deja-vu, I'm not doing it right somehow, or I'm always missing out something that could cause me to fail again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, I guess I'll have faith then. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here's that combustion song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="285" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9meo3vazXcw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8801736516583747496?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8801736516583747496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-crying-now-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8801736516583747496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8801736516583747496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-crying-now-not-me.html' title='Who&apos;s crying now? Not me.'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9meo3vazXcw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8255902517464035899</id><published>2011-10-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:58:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie Wilson - Reet Petite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"She's so fine fine fine, &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's so fine fine fine, &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's so fi-yi-yi-yi-yine, &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's so fine fine fine"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tE46zm4yjhA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8255902517464035899?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8255902517464035899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/jackie-wilson-reet-petite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8255902517464035899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8255902517464035899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/jackie-wilson-reet-petite.html' title='Jackie Wilson - Reet Petite'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tE46zm4yjhA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2640801821900639440</id><published>2011-10-01T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:20:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you start me up&lt;br /&gt;If you start me up I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;If you start me up&lt;br /&gt;If you start me up I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;I've been running hot&lt;br /&gt;You got me ticking gonna blow my top&lt;br /&gt;If you start me up&lt;br /&gt;If you start me up I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a grown man cry&lt;br /&gt;Spread out the oil, the gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine&lt;br /&gt;Start it up"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- The Rolling Stones, Start Me Up&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's time to start me up. Last week was merely the beginning. The real battle is just about to start. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZzlgJ-SfKYE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2640801821900639440?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2640801821900639440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2640801821900639440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2640801821900639440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-me-up.html' title='Start me up'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZzlgJ-SfKYE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4908686495381202112</id><published>2011-09-30T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:50:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines</title><content type='html'>So I was going downstairs for my usual supper of a hot cuppa Milo and snacks, when I realized what a routine this has become. I like this routine. Makes me feel all uncle-ly. But seriously, nothing soothes me more and prepares my stomach for sleep than Supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I just drink Milo and read the papers, like 2 days after the events have occured. Weird huh, how with the advent of social media in today's society you can get information so up to date and 'real time', and yet most people still get their news the traditional way, old school newspapers or even letters that come days after what happened. What was I talking about before? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, a routine. Haha! I wonder if other people have such small, insignificant routines that play an essential role to their daily lives. Or if it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another small one of mine is to always go to sleep at night, happy. I think this contributes to the kind of dreams you'll dream in sleep. Maybe our subconscious minds are more interlinked to our consciousness than we think, and often relate to the presence of mind that we have during the day. I prefer to go to sleep feeling happy. You never know what could happen once you've closed your eyes. So, I almost exclusively make it mandate to watch something funny or do what I like before sleeping. Easiest way to do that is to watch TV. More specifically, HIMYM or BBT. Or 30 Rock, re-runs of Friends, Frasier, Seinfield or Chuck. (I have too many shows). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the state of mind you're in also is proportional to the amount of rest that you actually can get. You can't go to sleep nervous. You won't be able to sleep, and when you do wake up, you feel even more tired than when you went to sleep. This makes going to sleep happy all the more crucial. And justifies watching TV before sleep. Even in exam periods. Happpyyyy. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty, because tmr's HCL EOY and I don't think I've sufficiently prepared. But time passes so quickly whereas news does not. By the time you or I read this post again, I would have taken that test already. :D (Taking small amounts of comfort, from everything. Awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, routines. What are yours? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4908686495381202112?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4908686495381202112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/routines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4908686495381202112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4908686495381202112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/routines.html' title='Routines'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-3468415510753477036</id><published>2011-09-28T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:51:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother: "The Ducky Tie" Review - TV Review at IGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tv.ign.com/articles/119/1196795p1.html#disqus_thread"&gt;How I Met Your Mother: "The Ducky Tie" Review - TV Review at IGN&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"One and done. That's not exactly what I was hoping for when Victoria showed up last week. I wanted multiple episodes, maybe even a season-long arc. But that's just me being selfish. Instead, we were given one episode to allow for some closure to their relationship, and it was all interwoven within an extreme bet between &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/142/14297812.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Lily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/142/14297811.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Marshall&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/965/965052.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Barney&lt;/a&gt;. And it all worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a class="autolink" href="http://tv.ign.com/objects/116/116103.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;The Ducky Tie&lt;/a&gt;" was the epitome of a &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://tv.ign.com/objects/826/826208.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;episode. The episode essentially took place during one night, while the gang went out for dinner, but flashbacked to Ted's retelling of his last night with Victoria. This style of storytelling is How I Met's bread and butter and it was working as well as ever on Monday night. The stories moved along without any dead spots to slow things down. When it felt like the Boob Bet was about to go too far over the top, the episode would segue into the more touching, but still funny Victoria story. This was a very well built episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though let down that we won't be seeing more of Victoria, I feel the episode did the right thing. There were a few of us in the audience that were always going to wonder about Victoria, so it was as much closure for us as it was for the characters. The moments between &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/142/14297805.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Ted&lt;/a&gt; and Victoria, though filtered through sitcom gags and bits, had a lot of realness to them, as anyone finding themselves in a similar situation at any point in their life could attest. And it's those real moments that truly connect and cause an episode or a series to succeed. &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/915/915608.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Ashley Williams&lt;/a&gt; was great, delivering flirty, remorseful, hopeful and more in the half hour. She even ended the episode as the wise sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;While the flashback between Ted and Victoria had some laughs, theirs was really the sentimental side of the episode. The big laughs came in Barney's Boob Bet with Marshall and Lily. Nothing was funnier than the haggling between Barney and Lily over what action with the boobs and for how long. Both &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/914/914119.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Alyson Hannigan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/911/911428.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/a&gt; kicked ass in these bits. Better still was Marshall realizing the grander scheme at play with Barney having planted the seeds for this occasion many years prior. Some of Barney's antics can be a little too cartoony or childish to fully get behind. But as elaborate as this set up was, it was very true to the character and quite believable within the world the writers of &lt;span id="apture_prvw1" class="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; clear: none; float: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; text-decoration: none; position: relative; cursor: url(http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png), default; "&gt;&lt;a class=" snap_noshots" href="http://tv.ign.com/articles/119/1196795p1.html#" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: url(http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png), default; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; clear: none; float: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; position: relative; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; top: -1px; border-top-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; clear: none; float: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; position: absolute; border-top-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px 2px; cursor: url(http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png), default; display: inline-block; height: 46px; width: 0px; background-color: rgb(224, 230, 236); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); left: 0px; top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; clear: none; float: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; text-decoration: none; position: relative; cursor: url(http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png), default; left: 0px; top: 1px; "&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; clear: none; float: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; position: static; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; text-decoration: none; line-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, Victoria told Ted that &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://stars.ign.com/objects/142/14297813.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt; was the reason it never worked between them, or any of his other girlfriends over the years. And Future Ted admitted that Victoria was right when she said that hanging out with his ex Robin and her ex Barney every day wasn't going to work. I don't think this alludes to the three of them falling out, but rather was a clue that instead of hanging out, Barney and Robin might just be heading down the aisle in the near future. Or maybe it was a red herring. Whatever the case, I look forward to seeing Barney in a ducky tie for the rest of the season. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really wished Victoria stayed. But still, HIMYM is 3/3 in season 7, with 3 fantastic episodes so far. It's going better than last season I reckon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But I hope they resolve that Barney/Robin/Ted love triangle by this season. This would be such a classic case of a love triangle, if only it didn't stretch out so long (as of now it's still unresolved). I mean, given Season 1/5/6, we all know Robin isn't the Mother, so it kinda defeats the idea of her and Ted. I really prefer Robin to Nora for Barney, even though Nora is everything that Barney needs right now: straight forward, serious, mature. Robin-Barney would complete the entire friendship circle within HIMYM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/object/826/826208/HIMYMObjectboxart_160w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3284946993221111341-3468415510753477036?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/3468415510753477036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-met-your-mother-ducky-tie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3468415510753477036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3468415510753477036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-met-your-mother-ducky-tie-review.html' title='How I Met Your Mother: &quot;The Ducky Tie&quot; Review - TV Review at IGN'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7369292153698726132</id><published>2011-09-28T02:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:09:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OK. So I'm a little subdued right now. After all that high of the last 30mins or so. What I can only say is that really, what you wish for won't always be what will come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I finished revision at like 130am. Then I'm like "OMG. TIME TO WATCH HIMYM". HAHAHA. The next 30mins generally went something like this: Insane chuckling; uncontrollable laughter; shivers of excitement; jumping up and down; trying to scream a yet not screaming at a slight less scream-able but still screaming scream (it's late you know), basically turning in a little girl. I WAS A GIRL FOR 30mins. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Except it wasn't 30mins, more like 16mins 22sec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Victoria isn't going to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In fact, she's getting married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WTF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 episode. That's all we got man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This episode really brought forth that horrible the notion of 'What if'. What if Ted hadn't let her go; what if he went with her on that plane to Germany; what if he had made her stay; what if things had worked out; What if they got married! (I know right XD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I know is that things could never have worked out between them, if not, HIMYM would be 1 season long only, instead of 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All those HIMYM fans out there would never have gotten to see that long long long, long list of girls that Ted has 'banged'; Barney's plays; Robin's complicated love triangle; and Marshall/Lily's development as a couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The funny thing about this episode is that it really just fits into the mood right now you know. The day before EOYs, you can't have me going crazy, fantasizing about stuff, not focusing on the task at hand. I know it may be kinda late but this had to be done. You have to come back down to earth. Newton is right, gravity is always present and even a paradigm shift cannot change that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No matter how hard, how desperate, how emotional you really really really need/want this, it's positive freedom (for the common good). As my father always says: "SUCK IT UP."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Still, there's always that part (my whole self) of me that wants it to continue. That reality of course. Who knows, this reality is perceived in the mind anyway, it can be whatever we want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAHAHA. This episode was still enjoyable. I mean, BOOBS. Yes, the main arc of the story was about that. More specifically, of the pregnant kind. Lily's pregnant, you know? :D and of course Barney had to notice. Sometimes you wonder, how in the world can NPH be gay? We now know the premise of the DUCKY TIE. HAHA. The whole plot was utterly predictable, right down to the final ending, once we found out about Victoria's situation. Her scenes with Ted were more like a side plot really. Kinda disappointed if I do say so. But, it's still HIMYM, and any other HIMYM episode would have been just awesome. I mean, THEY SANG THE BANG SONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang; Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang!  Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang; Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang!  Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang; Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang!  Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang; Bang, Bang, Banggity Bang!  " (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now you know where this came from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then the show had all those wonderful Barney moments. Lily said her classic "You, SON OF A BITCH". I saw a ridiculous Lily/Marshall evil laugh (those really vintage kinds), and Robin with her (kinda true) theory of what happens in 30 seconds. Which was what I was doing at the time anyway. Maybe I'll do it in class. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And Victoria's lines were still hilarious: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;-His name is Klaus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;- Klaus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;-Klaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;-German name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;-German guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;-Wasn't there a Klaus in your class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); font-size: 11px; "&gt;- There was a Klaus in my class.&lt;br /&gt;- And you and Klaus were close?&lt;br /&gt;- Not that close.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, yes, you and the Klaus from class were quite close.&lt;br /&gt;- Kind of close.&lt;br /&gt;- Was that your Klaus?&lt;br /&gt;- My Klaus?&lt;br /&gt;- In your class.&lt;br /&gt;- In my class?&lt;br /&gt;- Is your Klaus the kind of close Klaus from your class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); font-size: 11px; "&gt;-Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ashley Williams and Josh Radnor have such amazing Chemistry. Why the writers would be so cruel I have no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, it's back to reality right now. Time to face EOYs. The start is tomorrow. For the end of the race. Let's go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gosh, I really need a pick-me up right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7369292153698726132?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7369292153698726132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7369292153698726132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7369292153698726132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1152111183081056927</id><published>2011-09-27T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:59:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demand and Supply.</title><content type='html'>OMG. This is so exciting... I have the episode. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HAVE THE EPISODE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;I CAN'T WATCH IT NOW BUT I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/b&gt; AHHHHH. OKAY. Freaking out a little bit right now. HIMYM. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;This just has to come the night before the exams. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. SERIOUSLY. WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT DEMAND AND SUPPLY NOW. I DEMAND MY HIMYM. INTERNET SUPPLY ME WITH HIMYM. AMOUNT OF WORLD SUCK DECREASES. EVERYBODY HAPPY (in equilibrium).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1152111183081056927?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1152111183081056927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/demand-and-supply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1152111183081056927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1152111183081056927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/demand-and-supply.html' title='Demand and Supply.'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4849215413200114807</id><published>2011-09-27T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:34:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><content type='html'>If I didn't know better, I'd say that revision is going well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do, and so I'm kinda freaking out a little. It helps, knowing that it'll all be over in slightly more than a week. But to think of the far-reaching consequences of the results of such a test in IP life is very demoralising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, the little things help. Stuff like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.customizemyi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/The-Hitchhikers-Guide-to-the-Galaxy.jpg" /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Which really is the best possible advice anyone can give to a student. Seriously) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the occasional HIMYM/BBT treats. I just keep watching that dance scene from HIMYM. The song, the dance, Barney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so anyway, here's the origin of the words 'Freak out'. No kidding. It's also why I started saying 'Freak out'. That and 'PANIC'   :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cqupk71a-O0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4849215413200114807?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4849215413200114807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-didnt-know-better-id-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4849215413200114807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4849215413200114807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-didnt-know-better-id-say-that.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cqupk71a-O0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2350993400980990187</id><published>2011-09-24T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:34:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headers</title><content type='html'>Okay. I couldn't help myself. I watched HIMYM again! xD The same two episodes. Wheee&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why I watched it again. Because it made me feel happy. I felt INVINCIBLE. Like I can conquer anything I want to do. Then I'll go back watching HIMYM. Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, looking at the previews of the next episode, it seems Victoria's back and only Ted and Robin knows. Please, Victoria stay for more than one episode. Get back together with Ted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inevitably, she'll break up again with Ted. I don't see her becoming the Mother, what with atleast one more season after this. Still, she's the best ex that Ted had, the best possible Mother out there among all his ex-s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to think Stella was the best. Until she broke his heart and left him at the altar. Bitch. But still, anything's better than last season's nightmare with Zoey. HAHA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2k0Vpl86Tqk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, in this preview for the next episode, it really highlights how many girls Ted has gone through in all the seasons. I'm amazed that until now they haven't gotten to the part where they finally meet the mother. I guess this was how the show managed to stretch all the way to 8 seasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(How can they not guess Victoria anyway?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2350993400980990187?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2350993400980990187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/headers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2350993400980990187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2350993400980990187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/headers.html' title='Headers'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2k0Vpl86Tqk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7608544892190449460</id><published>2011-09-23T15:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:46:02.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't do that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wow. Ok. I don't know what came over me in that last post. Weird but these kind of emotions only arise when I'm watching shows. Oh boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAHA but I feel as though I have a new outlook on life. So happy. :D That's what HIMYM can do for you. I swear I watched that dance scene atleast 10 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The only song that I can think of that best describe how I feel is this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="512" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a5_QV97eYqM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Especially that last verse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Jubilation, she loves me again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fall on the floor and I'm laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Jubilation, she loves me again,&lt;br /&gt;I fall on the floor and I'm laughing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha. Listen to that over and over again and Jubilation is the only thing you can feel! So uplifting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok. So, the only scene I think that can come closest to what happened just before I wrote that last article, is this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d76d398f59dcb90f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd76d398f59dcb90f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331580781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E182910E952A236D16340611240EA96A5B2C372.6FD3CB4FF496A81E8635BF863EFDEC2225A6D4B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd76d398f59dcb90f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4c_X0hjqrGLBKSAafT3NO7ZZGis&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd76d398f59dcb90f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331580781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E182910E952A236D16340611240EA96A5B2C372.6FD3CB4FF496A81E8635BF863EFDEC2225A6D4B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd76d398f59dcb90f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4c_X0hjqrGLBKSAafT3NO7ZZGis&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I couldn't scream at 1am, so this was the best I could do. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, if you want to know how awesome HIMYM is, here's that dance scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="512" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4ZxEGlqSl5w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3284946993221111341-7608544892190449460?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7608544892190449460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-didnt-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7608544892190449460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7608544892190449460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-didnt-do-that.html' title='I didn&apos;t do that...'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a5_QV97eYqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6848648006153884478</id><published>2011-09-23T01:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:43:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORIA!</title><content type='html'>OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD. VICTORIA! SHE'S BACK. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VICTORIA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG.OMG.OMG.OMG. SHE'S BACK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL LIKE A GIRL NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I'M JUST SO EXCITED. YOU KNOW THAT FEELING YOU GET WHEN YOU JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT AND DANCE LIKE CRAZY. I GET THAT ALOT WHEN I'M WATCHING SHOWS. OMG.OMG.OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO SHOULDN'T HAVE WATCHED HIMYM. BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. AND NOW LOOK WHO'S BACK. OMG. VICTORIA COULD BE THE MOTHER. WHAT THE BONG. BLURGH.&lt;br /&gt;AND NORA/BARNEY BACK TOGETHER. ROBIN'S CRAZY DANCING. LILY'S PREGNANT. BEERCULES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO HIGH. I HAVEN'T FELT THIS WAY SINCE THE LAST EPISODE OF 30 ROCK. WHAT THE BONG. JUST THE PICKUP I NEED. I FEEL ALIVE. SO ALIVE. CAN'T WAIT TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF EOYS NOW. JUST TO CONTINUE A HIMYM MARATHON. AGAIN. OMG. ALL OF YOU SHOULD WATCH HIMYM. I D C. THIS IS SO AWESOME. I CAN'T SLEEP. WHEEEEEEE. OMG. TED IS SUCH A LUCKY BASTARD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SWEAR I JUST STOOD UP AND DANCED AROUND THE ROOM AT 1AM IN THE MORNING. I D C. THEY BROUGHT HER BACK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. OMG. OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VICTORIA! &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/3284946993221111341-6848648006153884478?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6848648006153884478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/victoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6848648006153884478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6848648006153884478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/victoria.html' title='VICTORIA!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2615913034389919050</id><published>2011-09-21T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:17:04.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions.</title><content type='html'>You, blog, are a distraction. Yes you. It is not a coincidence that I find myself thinking more and more about blog posts as EOYs are approaching. &lt;div&gt;In some ways, my mind has been trained. So expertly, to the point that it can subconsciously source for its own distractions when I am no longer willing to do so myself. My attention span to such thing, like my blog, has always been in phases. It would occupy my consciousness for a phase, maybe a day or week, where I'm always thinking about it. Then my attention turns elsewhere, and a new phase begins. Such phases may repeat, upon a wholly undetermined sequence. Same thing happens with Twitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really question my ability to 'go the distance'. I doubt I had any conviction/determination to really focus and study to begin with. Still, I must try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I read somewhere that the easiest way to tell if someone is egotistical is count the number of times he refers to himself (uses 'I' or 'Myself') in a diary/blog entry. The number should be more than 10 per 100 words. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you actually went and counted, you are more idiotic than I am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I referred to myself less than 10 times anyway. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2615913034389919050?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2615913034389919050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2615913034389919050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2615913034389919050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/distractions.html' title='Distractions.'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-617412821476274017</id><published>2011-09-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:14:03.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis Presley - Hound Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For people who are getting 'hounded'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this song from the King of Rock n' Roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZXiulKIgGpg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-617412821476274017?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/617412821476274017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/elvis-presley-hound-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/617412821476274017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/617412821476274017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/elvis-presley-hound-dog.html' title='Elvis Presley - Hound Dog'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZXiulKIgGpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4056097902431123137</id><published>2011-09-18T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:57:19.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is DEAD!</title><content type='html'>I think Blogger is almost dead now. It's a fact. How ironic that the very website that kick-started the blog, and shares half of its name, is hardly relevant in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Seems like everyone else has jumped onto another bandwagon by now. Micro-blogging is taking over the universe by storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, well I maintain this blog for sentimental reasons. I created this account like when I was Pri 5, and I just cannot bear to dump it. I hardly know of other people who use Blogspot; except for Farhana and Angela of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I'm thinking of revamping this site. Add in pages to websites I like, feeds from my Twitter/Tumblr, YouTube songs that I'm trending. Stuff like that. This means I'll have to learn HTML/CSS++. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if this fails, I guess I'm going back to wordpress.com &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4056097902431123137?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4056097902431123137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogger-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4056097902431123137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4056097902431123137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogger-is-dead.html' title='Blogger is DEAD!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-3658711219914380180</id><published>2011-09-16T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:40:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Myself For Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;" I think of you every night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You took my heart and you took my pride away...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate myself for loving you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Can't break free from the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk but I run back to you&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I hate myself for lovin you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Daylight spent the night without you&lt;br /&gt;But I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do&lt;br /&gt;I won't be as angry 'bout the hell you put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man bet you can treat me right&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know what you was missin' last night&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your face and say forget it just from spite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every night and day-&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart and you took my pride away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate myself for loving you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Can't break free from the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk but I run back to you&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I hate myself for lovin you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I should think this song applies to certain people. I know its not really your style, but there's nothing better than Rock for expressing emotions. xP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously, just listen to that Guitar riff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HPkTGm4RtVM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/3284946993221111341-3658711219914380180?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/3658711219914380180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-myself-for-loving-you-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3658711219914380180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/3658711219914380180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-myself-for-loving-you-original.html' title='I Hate Myself For Loving You'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HPkTGm4RtVM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8044698243062372416</id><published>2011-09-13T02:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:42:33.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's what happens when I'm not in control of my emotions. Most of the time, I dumb down my mind anyway, not thinking anything at all in fear of thinking something. It explains why I can do nothing for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also explains why I can live in fantasy worlds. Watch show after show, season after season. I'm running away from this world into another, where I can be whoever I want to be. Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. That's my greatest fear. To live life, without living the best of life. And then I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8044698243062372416?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8044698243062372416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-what-happens-when-im-not-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8044698243062372416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8044698243062372416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-what-happens-when-im-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4903625085986584994</id><published>2011-09-13T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:02:14.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sad. Despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia is a powerful emotion. I can't explain it. &lt;br /&gt;I always get this feeling, late at night when I'm just about to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it sometimes hits me, slow and gentle at times, like a painful lullaby; at others, its a sharp relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about past events. Beautiful memories; good and bad, treasured and hated. More often then not I think of Sweden. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my life peaked into a cascade of ecstasy for a brief week. That I was actually in Sweden, in Europe, in another part of the Planet, worlds apart. With many, treasured friends. Having such a wonderful time that I wasn't even aware of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think of other such experiences, throughout my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, not matter what the circumstance, under any future. &lt;br /&gt;That moment in time has passed. gone. forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such treasured memories with so many good friends. and I feel despair again, when I realise that maybe you don't understand the significance of everything that we've gone through together. As a group. As a class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How each and every memory is forever cherished in my heart, no matter what I do or say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I care for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you don't care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me. truthfully. In sickness and in health, in times of need or sorrow. in times of joy or happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time, I spend with my Friends is one that I hold dear. &lt;br /&gt;But what if you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, when I think of such memories, I feel loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in Sweden, I felt so happy. The happy-est time of my life. To be with Friends that were everything to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I felt everyone was happy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that they are gone. without assurance that such memories will come into my life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to great lengths not to remember the best times of my life. I'm scared to admit they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to allow myself to remember. Only in my dreams. For in a dream, I will never realise its a dream. I don't feel that loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is shallow, to feel sad for such little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what matters to me, that is what's matters most.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nostalgia is a powerful emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4903625085986584994?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4903625085986584994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4903625085986584994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4903625085986584994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7506999033302071336</id><published>2011-09-13T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:37:49.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh baby baby, its a wild world. It's hard to get by, just upon a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7506999033302071336?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7506999033302071336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-baby-baby-its-wild-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7506999033302071336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7506999033302071336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-baby-baby-its-wild-world.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-9190689237132505732</id><published>2011-08-04T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:24:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. So I know I haven't been blogging for awhile, and I just wanted to post a quick note saying that I feel fine and alright. These few weeks have been really stressful, I mean I think I've really confronted some of my worst nightmares, about being responsible and having a right attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. You know my father sort of disallowed me from SMS-ing excessively like I used to with friends. Well, not that I can't SMS, just not so much like all the way to 3am in the morning. Sometimes I feel quite alone at home, even with everyone inside; my family really doesn't talk much, thank God for Michael, otherwise I don't think we would be talking at all. But still, I know that you guys are always out there, just a door-open away, so I just want to say that I love you very very much, Papa, Mummy, Michael, Mark! :) I've forgiven all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best fun I have with my brother is annoying him :) Doesn't sound like me at all huh. Yeah but we normally just hang out in each others' rooms and chitchat about all sorts of things that GUYS normally talk about- tech news, football, his endless piles of hw, my bottomless pits of hw, TV shows and the like. Sometimes we play Deal, and these are the times that make me really Happy :) Thanks bro, for being a bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to say to everyone of my friends, thanks for being in my life so far. I know, I've always been a pain in the ass, the lame jokes, puns, teasings, acting, but you guys made such a difference in my life, and I don't think life would be the same without you. Sometimes I feel oddly left out of certain things but its ok; just knowing that I have friends out there makes life worth living. Haha! So here's to: Ze Xuan :) , Vivek, HuiYang, Marc, Jesslyn, Wen Jing, Farhana, Angela, Tommy, HuiCong, Gracia, Pheebs, Jamie, Annabelle, Cindy, Hamzah and you Sengjoe XD. And all my other friends out there too! Plus Sweden peeps, I had THE best week of my life with you guys across the world in Sweden :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm really in some place right now. Sorta like emo, but not really sad; just feelings of intense contentment and inner peace. Cliche, but its the most apt description I could think of. Hmmmm, if only you guys could see me like this. That would be a nightmare! Haha! But I blame all of my spasticness on you guys, because I won't be as lame as I am if not for people to be lame with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be some kind of emotional backlash from watching that Movie in Electives. About being trapped in your own mind. Makes one really thank God for being blessed with all your sense, a sound mind and fortitude. I'm listening to pretty emotional love songs tehehe, like England Dan &amp; John Ford, The Carpenters, Air Supply, Anne Murray. Best songs are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What Can I Do With This Broken Heart - England Dan and John Ford Coley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AHvMa8ap1os" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_E9iSuYCK6w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really love this one, reminds me of everyone in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet Sweet Smile - The Carpenters.&lt;/span&gt; Karen is simply heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UpGfHHtG_AM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would play that in Memory of everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to write a blog post like this. I guess now I can. I feel inner peace. HAHA. Well, after I go watch some late-night football, its time to go to sleep. We'll tackle tmr when it comes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-9190689237132505732?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/9190689237132505732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/9190689237132505732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/9190689237132505732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AHvMa8ap1os/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6392884114367876823</id><published>2011-07-18T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:06:00.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>So, apparently I'm 16 now. Normally people attach some kind of special significance to this date, like driving. But here I am, and I don't feel any different at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6392884114367876823?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6392884114367876823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6392884114367876823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6392884114367876823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8881787148705098003</id><published>2011-06-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:40:55.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Trip; Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 1:30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel at calm. At peace. I'm now eating outside, in this cute little Japanese stall, where they serve only Ramen and Soba. Even here they have Tempura. LOL. The weather is seriously starting to get to me, I feel like sleeping everywhere I go, it's so cooling. Don't know what temperature it is, but I heard last night it dropped to 9degrees! With the mountainside beside me now, this place seems almost unreal, the scenery is breathtaking. I still can't believe I'm in Japan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8881787148705098003?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8881787148705098003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/06/japan-trip-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8881787148705098003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8881787148705098003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/06/japan-trip-day-2.html' title='Japan Trip; Day 2'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-748758735061058648</id><published>2011-06-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:39:28.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Trip; Day 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1, 4:53 Tokyo time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. 14. What does that number mean for you? Well, for me, it's currently the average temperature in this area! 9degrees! That's super cold. I'm freezing in the car lah, as we travel down the highway to our hotel. Had a fantabulous lunch at some Wagyu Beef Restaurant. It was delicious, they had this super sumptuous beef slices and diced vegetables. The food really tastes so much different from Singapore. It seems more fresh here! So far, the trip has been ok, since i really really didn't like the flight in. I still have some lingering senses of nausea, but I expect they will go away in the coming days. So, as we are guided on our destinations by this superbly awesome GPS (it's so cool, it has like this voice that tells you everything like where to turn, what lane to take..), I can't wait for tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:07pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road again, i cant wait to get on the road again~ OMG, it has started raining! In Hokkaido. First time :) Man, the windows are so cold, they feel like freezers. Had to turn off the aircon cos it's so cold enough hahaha. I think I could get used to this kind of weather. Definitely better than SG's undying heat wave. Btw, we've just spent the last 2hrs in our super awesome car driving from New Chitose Airport, through Sapporo , to Asahikawa! HAHA and we just saw beautiful yellow flowers (tulips?) along the highway. Like fields and fields of it. Interesting, they grow such flowers in abundance here. Our super awesome car is so huge, its like a mini-bus. Enough space for each of us to relax and chill. Haha Michaels playing Angry birds and Marks watching X-Men. I was just finishing reading superman vs brainiac. The Japanese radios are seriously random, they have long stretches of weird Japanese songs, which we cannot turn off because we don't know which switch is switch. BUT NOW PINK's Raise your Glass is playing. HAHA random. Ok I'm going back to staring out the window; still can't believe I'm in Japan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-748758735061058648?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/748758735061058648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/06/japan-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/748758735061058648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/748758735061058648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/06/japan-trip-day-1.html' title='Japan Trip; Day 1'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1992080473605514718</id><published>2011-05-30T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:34:33.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Draft of the previous post: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Frankly I liked this one better :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Was listening to cool Rock Songs by Queen, gently drifting off to sleep when suddenly, Shuffle put Taylor Swift on. Jolted awake, I fell/leap out of bed and crawled/dragged myself painfully over to my Speakers, my life force bleeding out of me. As I felt myself approach the throes of death, I had no choice but to unleash a EMP that wiped out the horrific sound, after which I blacked out. Next time, no more Shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1992080473605514718?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1992080473605514718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/draft-of-previous-post-frankly-i-liked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1992080473605514718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1992080473605514718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/draft-of-previous-post-frankly-i-liked.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8274994987402893729</id><published>2011-05-30T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:47:54.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Shuffle!</title><content type='html'>Was listening to some nice, cool Rock Songs by Queen, gently drifting off to sleep when suddenly, that stupid Shuffle put Taylor Swift on. Instantly jolted awake, I fell out of bed and stumbled/crawled/dragged myself painfully over to my Music Player, my life force bleeding externally out of me. With my eyes screwed shut, I couldn't find the remote! And as I felt myself approach the throes of death, the epic table to far for my weakened state to reach, I had no choice but to make a last-ditch attempt by forcing my player into a restart. Blissful silence breeched the sounds of "Sparks Fly" as I felt myself come back to life. My brother came in and said: " What the **** was that?!" I replied: "I don't know man." And as I collapsed to the floor, too tired to care about anything, I felt eternally grateful that the torture was over. Lesson learnt. Next time, no more shuffle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8274994987402893729?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8274994987402893729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8274994987402893729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8274994987402893729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/horror.html' title='Darn Shuffle!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1847124486975511364</id><published>2011-05-27T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:49:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles - Heartache Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Someday, I'm going to play this song when I'm driving in my convertible, top-down, blasting at Max Volume while I cruise down ECP. The Eagles, Ladies and Gentlemen, still rocking after 30 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to get a Heartache tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EVlQgxy15D4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1847124486975511364?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1847124486975511364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/eagles-heartache-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1847124486975511364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1847124486975511364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/eagles-heartache-tonight.html' title='Eagles - Heartache Tonight'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EVlQgxy15D4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-933011612966233350</id><published>2011-05-27T02:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:48:30.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd-fighter to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I just polished off all the comics I borrowed from the library, thanks to the lovely assistance of Ze Xuan of course, for whose kindness without which I would not have been able to enjoy myself. Vivek, I'm sure you're reading this. Don't worry, your book is safe and will be returned in due time! The world of DC comics is just so much different from our world; reading about JSA and the whole Green Lantern: In Blackest Night plots brings me back a few months to last year Dec Holidays when I first started reading them! Imagine, 7 months ago I had no clue what Infinite Crisis was, How Captain America died and rose again, who Booster Gold is, that 1000 years into the future exists a Legion of Super-heroes made up of super-kids! I sound like a total nerd, but trust me you cannot fathom the depths of this multi-verse within DC. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, alot of things have been happening. A quick note first then, to talk about them later. GE 2011, ManUtd! , Weird Projects with &lt;i&gt;Extra, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thor, &lt;/b&gt;Yam Ah Mee, &lt;b&gt;PoTC&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;ON STRANGER TIDES&lt;/i&gt; and watching Soccer Finals at Jalan Besar Stadium. The last one was particularly eventful, the atmosphere at the stadium was so intense. If you check my twitter feed for that day from 3-8pm you would get what I mean. At one point I felt elation, joy, anger, despair, excitement, fear, divine intervention, hope , all rolled into one mish-mash of feelings that would classify under a general sub-heading of Loopy. It was pure enlightenment, to be able to cheer our Soccer Guys on, that I would seemingly forget all the cares of the world. That is the real reason why I love soccer. It is the only sport that I feel this underlying, deep connection with while I don't understand how it got there in the first place. Life should be like a game of soccer. The game was brilliant. I'm glad that my friends finally get to experience such a experience and maybe, just maybe, finally understand why I love soccer so much. VJC played our hearts out and all our supporters were simply amazing. Even though we didn't win, well I would spend our &lt;i&gt;'half-day' &lt;/i&gt;in dedication to the tenacity and &lt;b&gt;Willpower &lt;/b&gt;of Victorians!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been on a 90s Revival! I dug up my Backstreet Boys, Millennium album and just played all the songs on replay for the whole of Wednesday Night. Hahaha. Makes me feel like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fndeDfaWCg"&gt;I want [it that way!&lt;/a&gt; HAHA] to be 7 again when I first got that album. Now, if only I could find my Coast to Coast from Westlife, the true, original 'boyband' revival can start. BSB, Westlife, Boyzone, NSync, Boys2Men, Take that. 90s kids, we will never forget you guys. HAHA. You guys beat Asian knockoffs any day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should leave off with something that I have learnt for the week. Yeah, from now on, I would post regularly on Fridays because I feel like it. Anyway, I leave you with the sheer, bloody embodiment of lackadaisical people: Captain Jack Sparrow. Nobody can top Jack. Just listen to his theme, you will find the whimsical, deviously cheeky, care-free environment all there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ty9d1NzbNOY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;i style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;You know, for all that pirates are clever clogs, we are an unimaginative lot when it comes to naming things. I once sailed with a geezer, lost both of his arms and part of his eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What'd you call him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;i style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…"Larry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I feel like sleeping now. Until next week. Can't wait for Sweden! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 26 &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/3284946993221111341-933011612966233350?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/933011612966233350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/nerd-figher-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/933011612966233350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/933011612966233350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/nerd-figher-to-be.html' title='Nerd-fighter to be'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ty9d1NzbNOY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8592153765235054607</id><published>2011-05-27T01:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:50:02.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey</title><content type='html'>Hey. Someone told me to update my blog; I can't remember for the life of me who but here I am. And I don't really have much to say. When the Holidays kick in, trust me I won't feel any difference. But that's just me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How you doin' ?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Recently. I feel, contented. With life. Happy at being able to enjoy schooldays with such awesome friends. Somehow, you may not realize, but the depravity that is school, the very thing that you so despise and despair over, is something I am grateful and honoured to have. If not for such as place, do you (really-actually) think the universe would have brought together us, this particular groups of people, who have absolutely no choice but to listen to my ramblings of insane crap, at times when the doom of the world all depends on whether you finish enough Math Practices in class today. I don't really fancy my chances for such a reality, unless it weren't a choice at all. So, whatever you say, I have to say myself, that I love school for what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think I slack to much as it is. Today in Math I was reminded how shockingly relaxed I can be. HAHA. I practically just stopped doing the question, not because I didn't know how to (please I could if I tried), nor because there wasn't time, it was just because I felt like stopping. This lackadaisical attitude towards our already, somewhat, slack schooldays punctuated with so many (in my frank/honest opinion) breaks , could be the main reason why I'm not doing well. Hmmm. A thought to think about. I just guess that if the school doesn't want to push us harder, I will have to do it myself. And that is something that just isn't me. Ah well. As someone in a Reader's Digest magazine once wrote, and I quote, "Experience is not what happens to a man. Its what a man does with what happens to him. " I just have to experience, something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, holidays are coming. I intend to grab it by the balls and make full use of it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8592153765235054607?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8592153765235054607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8592153765235054607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8592153765235054607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey.html' title='Joey'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1220323754691533958</id><published>2011-04-19T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:25:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screamings at a checkpoint</title><content type='html'>Normally, when I write new posts, its always about something either relevant to what's been going on, or something totally irrelevant. But hang that, this post I'm just going to scream for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, at Manchester United's 0-1 (kayu)lost to ManC(lucky) in a FA cup semi-final(which is no longer important).&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, at Liverpool's FANTASTIC DRAMATIC 1-1 Draw with Arsenal at the Emirates.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, because we changed seats and I'm so going to miss Tommy/Jesslyn/Annabelle for being spastic together (Well maybe not me but certain, other, big-eyed people).&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, BIO PROJECT IS OVER. 'NUFF SAID.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, at a certain IH timed test and IH options test that we all have to take.&lt;br /&gt;CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, for favour that everyone would do well for the above mentioned tests.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, for Friends. Friends who care, who love, who laugh, who share jokes, who make jokes, who make jokes out of jokes, who make breaks enjoyable, who make life pleasant, who make Sunny Days.&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMETHANKYOUYOUGUYSARESOAWESOMEBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGHBEBLESSEDANDLAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to say, that I really do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things. Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FUNNY AH&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!~'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1220323754691533958?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1220323754691533958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/04/screamings-at-checkpoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1220323754691533958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1220323754691533958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/04/screamings-at-checkpoint.html' title='Screamings at a checkpoint'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-1015874492038023719</id><published>2011-04-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:35:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inkling</title><content type='html'>A notion sprang up to me; as my fatigue catches on, this critical moment in time is when I feel the most creative in thought. Almost as if the disembodiment of mind and soul from the body is what is required to re-attach the creative elements of my mind. I can feel an air of light-headedness, a defining revelation, a stretch of reality as wells of insights suddenly flow like the gush of a river. I gain freedom from all the stresses of the world in this state. But it never lasts; sleep inevitably wins, and hoists that grand trophy over my mindless snorings. Ah, the joy of not knowing; ignorance is bliss they say. As my solace draws to an end, I can only hope for a reprieve, in dreams, as the numbing sensation of sleep overwhelms me. What bliss! To sleep without knowing Eden, yet the truth lies right in front of veiled eyes. Grant me, oh Lord, sweet dreams for tomorrow; a shalom peace for the next coming of day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-1015874492038023719?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/1015874492038023719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/04/inkling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1015874492038023719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/1015874492038023719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/04/inkling.html' title='An inkling'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-7598823429013580843</id><published>2011-03-15T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:06:35.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Changed the blog skin today. Nice? Hmmm. I've got plenty of time now in the hols. Wonder if it will last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change.  If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change."  ~John A. Simone, Sr. &lt;br /&gt;Don't take it too &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYprggb0flk"&gt;seriously&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 15, 2:04AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-7598823429013580843?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/7598823429013580843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7598823429013580843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/7598823429013580843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-2651582653672768944</id><published>2011-03-14T02:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:47:43.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Things</title><content type='html'>So, some major things happened this past week that I think were worth addressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, nothing more serious than that Japan Earthquake! 8.9 on the Richter scale can you believe it. That’s more powerful than the Haiti or Sichuan Earthquakes that happened recently. Man, it wiped out the whole Miyagi Province of Japan and much of the north-eastern coast of Japan was hit with 10m high waves. For those of you who don’t know how high 10m is, that’s 30 feet! LOL. If you watched the news, you could see houses, cars, everything being swept away by huge waves that ran over everything. It was so unrealistic, like a scene from another disaster movie like “The Day after Tomorrow”. Its eerily scary, to be so violently shaken with the revelation of how powerful Mother Nature really is. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/ap_on_re_as/as_japan_earthquake"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/ap_on_re_as/as_japan_earthquake&lt;/a&gt;  #prayforjapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to other news, RTs are finally over. Now the holidays can finally start. I’ve been waiting for close to a few months now. I feel as if I’ve always been waiting for this moment to arrive. Perhaps it was to finally sleep whenever I want, and wake up in joy; to have restful sleep without any worries or premonitions of the day to come and actually look forward to some unknowns. Well, it can’t really be that unknown but who knows what the day might bring, we still have homework; but who knows what I might feel like doing now, hehe there’s something out there for me to explore. Plus, I get to sleep late wake late and work on my FIFA10. WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTs, RTs, RTs. I feel like I haven’t yet had my say to what they had to bring. I wish I did more to really take them on and do my utmost best. I hope that the teachers mark this paper in peaceful minds. I pray that I would be blessed with results. The one I’m fearing the most for is Physics; it was like Singapore trying to beat Spain in soccer, you try your best, you really, really want to win, but somehow the end result just slips from your grasp. I just didn’t do the paper that well, left a lot of blanks. And somehow Physics used to be my forte. I blame Vectors.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the papers didn’t contain any blind sides. Average: Bio, LA, Maths. Easy: Chem (surprisingly), Chinese was difficult for me but hey that was always expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE, so after Maths on Thursday we went out to watch I AM NUMBER FOUR. Vivek, Ze Xuan, Huiyang, Marc, Tommy, Marcus, Zach, Angela, Farhana. More time yet again for me to get lost in another fantasy world.  And what a beautiful world it was. The reviews aren’t really giving it alot of credit but man, Sci-Fi just grips me in a way Thrillers doesn’t. Granted, any movie that slips me into a fantasy world is my kind of movie; the ones that lose my interest just lose it. I love any movie that interests me, and they come from a lot of genres: Romantic Comedies, Thrillers, Action, Sci-Fi. The only kind of movies that I have a vehement dislike towards are Horror movies. I just don’t get the notion; you go to Movies to have a good time and relax, not scare yourself even more. I get nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am Number Four was unique. I haven’t really come across such a story plot before, the characters were unusual: 9 Children from another planet that have special powers protected by guardians are can be killed only in sequence by enemies called Mogadorians. The opening started with a bang by having No. 3 killed. BUT HE DIDN’T HAVE ANY POWERS ANYWAY…  No.4 went freaky and left Florida for Ohio (He could just have gone to California right, why Ohio?!) Then he meets Dianna Agron’s character, Henri was killed and they meet No.6 and defeat the Mogadorians together. I think the plot somewhat differs from the book slightly but seriously there were many questions to be answered. Morale of the story: Don’t leave the audience wondering for too long,         unless there’s a sequel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Miss Chua’s house next. Her condo place was so nice: 4th story, just right for a couple living together, plus they had that 2nd story like common area + pool for residents to chill. I love the balcony the best. But man, we took so long just to get there. We went first from Tampines to Paya Lebar, then changed to Serangoon to meet Jess/WJ at Nex Mall. I then realized that there were so many malls in Singapore that I’ve never been too. I really must go and check out every one of them some time, Parkway is getting so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the iPhone told us to go to Kovan. Seriously?! After 1-stop MRT there we then learnt we had to walk there. Plus it started raining and we didn’t have enough umbrellas. So we all had to share and some unlucky people had to share with Ze Xuan. In the end he went alone and Jess/WJ/Angela had to squeeze under one. Wonder who was the most dry ah. We got lost so many times trying to find Rosyth Avenue and there were so many "Richard" somethings lah. Crazy place. The iPhone's so lousy, it lead us all over the place; sometimes that blue dot just disappeared and we all  suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. I'm gonna bring a road map next time. When we finally reached my feet were killing me. Plus we were all soaking wet. Plus, right then it stopped raining. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE WAS FREE FOOD (PIZZA) AT HER HOUSE so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my match finished downloading. ManU 2-0 Arsenal FA Cup ¼ final, AWESOME~ Ok I’ll write about X-Country next time. HAHA.  BUT I’m STILL the 3rd fastest in the class, beat that Vivek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 14, 2:23am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Amazingly, it’s a Sunday night and I don’t need to sleep early. Ah the wonders of the Holidays. I haven’t felt this way in a long long time, the feeling is indescribable. I love this feeling; makes me want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: WATCH THIS. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDHF41XU1Iw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDHF41XU1Iw&lt;/a&gt; Laugh you head of at the end. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-2651582653672768944?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/2651582653672768944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-some-major-things-happened-this-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2651582653672768944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/2651582653672768944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-some-major-things-happened-this-past.html' title='Major Things'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5506402113421009659</id><published>2011-03-04T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:30:08.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Location, Location, Location</title><content type='html'>So currently at the point of writing this, I'm holed up in a dingy location which I won't ever specify where, waiting for the danger to pass and it's safe to come out. Oh dang, I think my drinks ran out. Interestingly, I'm in school. Never thought I would sink so desperately. But then, we almost always never think about the kinds of things we might, would, and still do. &lt;br /&gt;So RTs are coming up; frankly speaking I'm not worried at all, or more like I'm not putting my best into this. Sigh, why do exams have to come so early. I haven't really seriously got back into my groove yet and these exams just ruin my momentum( which is mass of an object times velocity). Just to be clear, my groove is something that I think I posess, but it's only for me to decide what it is. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I haven't really started studying. Why? It's like half of my hols were ruined, and nowadays I find it harder and harder to push myself to actually do some work. I just don't seem to see the end in all of this. After this exams surely we'll have something more to do, something that would hound on you, pressure you to reach your stress point and then crack up. Thankfully, no one in class hasn't really broken down yet. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, I just wanted to say that in the end, try to atleast give yourself sometime to relax. The wonders of having 10 hours of sleep everyday is indescribable. If you find yourself going at 100% indefinitely, you'll come out in the end with -100%. And know that because of you wonderful people, I finally feel pressured to try and study. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I found a song about the joy of drinking wine. LOL. The bravado of actually singing about something that could get you drunk. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXt56MB-3vc"&gt;UB40 - Red, red wine&lt;/a&gt;. So, drink wine while studying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: NO, DON'T DRINK WINE. only if you're at legal age then you can drink. I didn't ask you to drink alcohol. I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written at 8:00am 4/3/11 - School Toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5506402113421009659?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5506402113421009659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/location-location-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5506402113421009659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5506402113421009659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/03/location-location-location.html' title='Location, Location, Location'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6253985108578889656</id><published>2011-02-20T01:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:30:33.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, a Quick Post to update about what's been happening, and a small reflection on my reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start by flinging some crap at all the work we've been getting lately. Sigh, how about a list? Physics Assignment, Bio Essay/Project, Chem Project, Chinese, History Essay, Maths Assignment + Extensions. Really, its like they don't know when to kill us. But then why am I complaining? HEHE. This is so not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is building up. The underlying truth is that no one wants RTs to come. But come it will, like the sun rising each day, it is inevitable. Hehe, but then your own happiness in life depends not on the stress of everyday life but yourself, and how do you take to this stress. Do you suppress it like a Volcano pre-eruption, waiting, praying for that imminent moment not to come when you burst. Or, you could let it seep out in smaller pieces, releasing that stress.Let the sun shine for you, not for anyone else. This reminds me of the Queen Song: "Under Pressure". How very apt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in a post-ecstatic fit of joy, for EVERTON BEAT CHELSEA, 5-4 on penalties. Man, that was a fantastic game. Hehe Lampard thought he scored the winner in extra-time, but in truth, Everton held on for dear life, waiting for that right moment to pounce. And pounce they did, 2 minutes from time, Baines scored a magnificent free-kick over Cech. I literally jumped for joy. Wow, it was like I was holding my breath for that whole time, when I realised they were going to have their final shot on goal, a free-kick just in the opportune moment. It was a miracle they scored. HEHE. Just to clarify, I'm not exactly a Everton supporter, just a Chelsea hater. It was like a another wonderful moment of triumph, of unbelief come true,reminding me of yet another Queen Song: "We are the Champions" HEHE. But still, Everton have a long way more to the finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this post later. Don't think I'm thinking straight. Oh yeah and check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.zadan.nl/excuseme/"&gt;http://www.zadan.nl/excuseme/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6253985108578889656?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6253985108578889656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-quick-post-to-update-about-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6253985108578889656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6253985108578889656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-quick-post-to-update-about-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6081645498024120921</id><published>2011-02-18T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:08:38.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe, so apparently people read my blog. Thats an interesting predicament. I always thought this was private. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say a few words, what you read in my previous post was well, Matthew at his most vulnerable point. I won't say much, but yeah thats the kind of stuff I think about; a mini-depression ain't nice but afterall, it's mini. but I must say this, I am writing this post in a generally much more clearer, and  contented state of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was special, because it hit me like a suckerpunch that maybe, who I was and what I do isn't entirely a nice person. It wasn't a negative reflex that could send me spiraling down to the welcoming throes of depression; no, it was more of a wakeup call, that I have a duty to myself to strive and work hard as a student. It made me realize that this year is an important year, and it can't be slacked off again. Maybe I should start doing work in school(which is against my No.2 rule about school) and let teachers have better impressions of me. Also, I have realized that crap is better produced through the renal system, rather than through your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Onethree was as usual mugging/playful(abit), and enjoyable. But the workload just keeps on piling on right? Chem Project ( which is so awesome btw, my group is awesome), Bio Project/Essay, Physics Task/Assignment, 2 Maths Assignments plus never-ending Chinese. The only lesson I really enjoyed was Econs Options; hehe the teacher is seriously crazy (his PPt has freaking 103slides and it's called the 'introduction') but the class thought about some really stimulating issues between Capitalism and Communism, the roles that various Governments play. Haha, the world economy is so interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I had a fantastic week so far; remember Wednesday when everyone just stayed back to do physics assignment and maths together in the canteen. Man I just love those moments, that ambience and the closeness of friends doing work together. No wonder why I didn't actually do any work. 3-6pm time well spent! :) Some SC nominees came up to us and like asked us some questions about VJC; a particular one struck me, whether Victorians had the Victorian Spirit? Honestly, if you don't have the V. Spirit, then you don't deserve to be called a Victorian right? That spirit isn't just about the school, it's about those friendships forged through the school, for the school and long long after the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just in a really good mood right now, hey, I've been watching alot of soccer recently every since my family got MIO. WHOO IT'S AWESOME HEARING THAT STADIUM ROAR AGAIN. It's like oldies are my passion and soccer is my drug, comon, you're not a TRUE BRO unless you can't feel that ball at your feet, the wind in your face, the crowd cheerin you on as your shimmy past that keeper, that incredible presence and state of exhilaration. Hehe, I was up watching Barcelona VS Arsenal last night at 345, and I can tell you, it was amazing, like a fire reignited through passive sparks. Messi was UNBELIEVABLE, hes like a genius among greats, even though he was on my opposing side. but Arsenal played well man, Walcott, Arshavin, Van Persie, Bendtner, and Fabregas oh Fabregas, hanging on to their dream of winning the Champions league hehehe. Plus, for once, somebody beat the CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD. Tottenham earlier beat AC Milan 1-0, hehe boy was those Italians disappointing in their attitudes and mannerisms. But Tottenham displayed true grit and sportsmanship in the face of adversity. We can seriously learn from their example. But MIO still sucks if not for soccer, theres nothing else to watch at 6am in the morning and I ended up singing the national anthem stoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm not in such a great mood this week but hey, that's just the pressure cracking up. We're all UNDER PRESSURE right? Still, I rather be something true than be a 'Pseudo'-man. Everyone PMS, (especially ZeXuan but don't tell him that), but I'd like to be this happy go lucky and cheerful all the time. HEHE. PLUS, ARSENAL BEAT BARCELONA SO YOU CANT ARGUE WITH THAT. Heres to a great Friday, I'm finally sleeping late again, how ironic. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 18, 12:51am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ROONEY SCORED THE BEST GOAL IN THE WORLD THIS WEEK. OH YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Always have tissue around at daybreak, you never know when something might just creep up on you. Or your throat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6081645498024120921?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6081645498024120921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/hehe-so-apparently-people-read-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6081645498024120921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6081645498024120921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/hehe-so-apparently-people-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-8328994269321988353</id><published>2011-02-14T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:59:03.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to a garden party once.</title><content type='html'>I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends&lt;br /&gt;A chance to share old memories and play our songs again&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name&lt;br /&gt;No one recognized me, I didn't look the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well.&lt;br /&gt;You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People came from miles around, everyone was there&lt;br /&gt;Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air&lt;br /&gt;'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came&lt;br /&gt;No one heard the music, we didn't look the same&lt;br /&gt;I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)&lt;br /&gt;lot-in-dah-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode&lt;br /&gt;Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should&lt;br /&gt;If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck&lt;br /&gt;But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)&lt;br /&gt;lot-in-dah-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'n' it's all right now, learned my lesson well&lt;br /&gt;You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Garden Party by Ricky Nelson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful song man. The thing about music, is that it really gets into your soul, of you let it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song kinda reflects how I feel right now, a boiling cauldron of feelings that may soon erupt. But hey, no one reads this blog anyway, so might as well let it out here then cause some major chain-reaction (SALUTE MAJOR CHAIN REACTION! HAHA HIMYM) elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I just felt like listening to that song again so I did. Yeah, this is my kind of a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened over this weekend, Day 10 of CNY. Somehow CNY just flew by and I was back in school again, having fun and wasting my time hehe. Sea-regatta brought back long forgotten memories of last year huh. I have a pretty short-term memory come to think of it. Seems like I forgot all the good times I had last year, despite the incessant houndings by my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple irony is that what if the only pleasure for yourself that you gain is by pleasing others? Can you tell, the frustration I had when I couldn't go out for Mass Dance or go CNY bainian with 10v13? It wasnt that I couldn't go out, or that we would go out again some other time. It was at that moment, the loss of that one special moment with some of my closest friends I admit, to not be able to enjoy myself and have fun for one single night. It would have made that one night so much more meaningful. For me, life is always about living in the moment, with friends and family around you. What more could I want? And worst of all, this will probably be forgotten in a few months and the justification for my punishment was simply for me to learn a lesson. Why? In the end I will still do my work! Im not that irresponsible. But when I finally earn the right to go out, that moment has passed. It will never come back, ever. That loss crippled me for a whole night. I think I fell into a hole of self depression. &lt;br /&gt;I value 10v13 more than I ever let slip. I really love you guys. My family too. I count my life as blessed to be able to have fun beside you guys! That's why sometimes I felt so damn disappointed the way some of you guys act or leave out others. Or heck the way I leave out others, why im always looking for a group thats not that. Why cant we just get along and be one big happy family. It's just the way life is I guess, and I could destroy myself really if I think about this too much. There's so much more I want to make of our class, but I loathe to try it, for fear of anymore heartbreaks. Do I sound selfish? Ignorant? Sigh, still, life rocks being around you guys, Ze Xuan going crazy, Vivek making funny jokes, all the girls screaming together, pillow fights and the guys playing rock solos. HAHA. I could treasure these moments forever. &lt;br /&gt;There's something that you gotta know about me is that I'm always willing to let things slide. You can joke around and tease me, I do crazy stuff, act funny and attract attention why? Acceptance. Just wanna be accepted. It hurts sometimes to be ignored but hey I'm a guy and thats life. I just wanna be that guy who when everyone thinks of, smiles or laughs at the thought of me. That's it man. The AWESOME guy. Why I do all that crazy stuff is because of this. So say what you want, I'm always cool with friends, as long as they're cool with me. &lt;br /&gt;In a way, who I am reflects the kind of songs I listen to. It's like a song with a good beat, a song you can dance to, relax and enjoy, can be a rock/pop/disco/alternative/oldie, well that's my feel good song. Others, well theyre emotional songs that make me so reflective. But well more on this another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a garden party once. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-8328994269321988353?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/8328994269321988353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-went-to-garden-party-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8328994269321988353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/8328994269321988353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-went-to-garden-party-once.html' title='I went to a garden party once.'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6220580072903385130</id><published>2010-12-19T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:12:12.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clear Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Contrary to what the above says, I do not presently possess a clear head. Nor do I have an empty head for that matter. &lt;br/&gt;I think it's time I start blogging again, to actually start some soul-searching, because I seem to be hitting some rough spots in my life. But by the Grace of God, I'll get through this because I believe he has all my life planned for me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I blog again for 3 reasons: One, I really feel like recording down bits of my life, at the moment feelings and such; apparently I think I really have a short memory of my life. &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; I really don't want to come out of my teens with only bits and pieces of what I thought about this and think about that. &lt;br/&gt;Two, Because if I don't start this now, I will never begin in the first place, thus creating a causal loop.&lt;br/&gt;Three, Because I remember what it was like blogging and it was &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And so, in here I will post anything I want to because I can. It will be rough but eventually pleasing. Don't say I didn't warn you. Because I will deny it anyway.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6220580072903385130?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6220580072903385130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2010/12/clear-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6220580072903385130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6220580072903385130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2010/12/clear-head.html' title='A Clear Head'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5689742831953970026</id><published>2009-05-14T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:14:23.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS! LALALA</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Only One word can describe it : FREEDOM! Yes, the MYEs are OVER! :D Now, theres nothing that stands me my way of doing anything i want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So the MYEs are over! Yeah! OK! Hm! Ah.............Erm.. so what now? You know, even with the Exams over, I don't feel any jubliant than before; its nothing special really, its just time passing by..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what Now? Ever Get the feeling after something major happens and you Ride it Through Like a Tree in a Storm; after awhile, it passes. What Now? You know, this past week was actually quite meaningful for me because it gave me a focus; some objective for each day --&gt; the paper the next day. Something that I never had --a drive, focus, the desire to excel and thus work hard and study, daily.  So it was stressful, so? Nothing anybody can't handle with time.. With extensive studying and cramming of information in your head, theres nothing left to think of anything else really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, its over. What do I do now? Facebook? Twitter? Blog? MSN? After almost wasting the day away with these trivia, I suddenly feel somewhat empty... theres some much time now on my hands.. What now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to take awhile to adjust back to the old habits --&gt; wasting time pursuing my desires.. What Now? What's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the joy of coming home early after exams have always given me strength and happiness that I have so much time to do whatever I want. It still does. Spare time is a luxury and I have so much of it. When I think of the things that I can do now, my heart screams in ecstasy. But for a few hours back there, What Now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I was still playing games while Exams were on... still there was always the pressure of the exams that took away a kind-off fun feeling for doing leisure stuff. Granted, i still facebooked, MSN, tweeted.. but Now? theres no stress. Thats what makes it seem so Empty, yet theres FREEDOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress? its no so much this as yet pressure. I felt calm throughout the exams; really. It was like floating through a dream; my brain never realised it was actually TAKING the exam at THAT time. then BANG! and its over... it was like that, almost like doing exams was like doing usual stuff...just do and do and finish? hand up. Thats it. Maybe because when theres an exam, theres only 1 thing that you can do = DO the PAPER. theres a FOCUS. a PURPOSE. an OBJECTIVE. no distractions, no other obstacles, just you and the paper.. maybe thats why it felt like a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the pressure at home to study for the exam; i did go through mini-crisis when i could not study in time.. granted I seriously slack all the way. And there was pressure of doing well. but I was relaxed, calm, composed. So What Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the lack of FOCUS in my life now that causes this sense of emptyness... Now theres nothing; no objective anymore. looks like I have to start finding some new ones, some new worries for me to worry about. Still, FREEDOM! and FINALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to stay up-beat through the exams is seriously tough, but now I can say that theres a GiANt rock being released from my Mind. No more worries about exams, Feel Eternally Grateful and Blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Days! Forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5689742831953970026?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5689742831953970026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5689742831953970026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5689742831953970026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-lalala.html' title='EXAMS! LALALA'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4897429609722310028</id><published>2009-05-01T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:22:48.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazed Day....</title><content type='html'>So, today was really a crazy day. I mean seriously, do you mind saying back in school for 4hrs just for a photo? (or 4 photos if you want to snitch..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking foward to today. Never had I stayed back for so long in school for a reason or purpose. As such, I brought many, (useless) stuff to school just to study. Like, my bag never felt heavier. Plus, Had to bring full uni too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the alleged Science Pratical. Apparently, we're doing chem so this was bout acids and bases. Let me tell you, this is not easy ok. All the diff. Formulae that you can make to test whether its an acid or base are endless. To add to the stress, last week's 'mock' test, which caused a great stir in the class, introduced the new concept that some of these chemicals might be &lt;em&gt;neutral. =.= &lt;/em&gt; And, we only have an hour to find out the what these chemicals are. Fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course, today was a massive awards ceremony where most of the competition prizes since SYF were given out...some were not entirely...how to say...great. Who wants to see some prize about "Classroom Deco" ??? Still, VS were Floorball NATIONAL CHAMPIONS! all this caused being late for 20 mins, while the video of the match was hilarious with Amos's funny celebration to his goal?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarising, the last few mins of practical were a frenzy of activity with people chiongin abt for their experiments. Point 1 to this frenzy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4897429609722310028?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4897429609722310028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4897429609722310028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4897429609722310028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazed-day.html' title='Crazed Day....'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4459896132626959006</id><published>2009-04-30T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:07:00.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MugFest 08</title><content type='html'>Well, I really should be starting my revisions.. Sigh. Seriously. Why do they call it "Mugging" anyway? Its not like you are robbing people, for thats what its real meaning is. Don't know why or how, but everyone seems to be mugging so late. Exams are next week...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time that I'm posting...12:50. Siao. Exams are next week! And I'm sleeping like so late. I keep saying that I will sleep early, but this is always the end result...Sigh.Trust The Lord to deliever and you will be blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes drooping and head shaking. You know, today DNT used aerosol paint. Felt quite Dizzy after that. XP. could be the noxious fumes... told you need to wear a mask.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After BI went to help Harri do the Diorama. YEAH! We finished! But then the characters all look so...well...they don't look like your normal humans. Thank Goodness that the background was done well...I told you to let me do; see la not nice... then when i go back, harri call say Ms Chew does not like our concept? How? Tmr must hand up how to make all the characters again...Walao. She llook like that our diorama does not make sense to her.... a man in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching 射雕英雄传 on tudou. The Mania has gripped my family and it seems like everyone is watching it: Mother, Father, Brother... Though it look like my father finished the whole series already. That's kinda fast, when I'm only at Episode 43. It based in Ancient China where pugilists rule and fight to be the best...Mainly a love story.. So romantic. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just emoing the night away. Can't sleep after that episode and don't want to.. Argh. Have to wake up early tomorrow! And need to stay back for NP photoshoot. Till 5. Crazy! Atleast I can study in school, away from the distractions of this crazed com. I think I must be wearing out this hard-drive man with such constant use; every hour I go online to twitter ( when I at home). Sigh. I AM GOING TO BAN THE COM! Soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoing the night away. Each day seem to have such endless possibilities, but all of a sudden, the day has faded away. Listening to old pop songs, older than me! Those are the BEST kind of music there is. specially BGs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;blame it all...on the nights on broadway...singing them heart songs, straight to the heart songs....&lt;br /&gt;Night Fever, Night fever, Night Fever, yeah...we know how to do it....&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna be alone, oh shucks,  I'm not going to cry, &lt;br /&gt;Jive talkin, your telling me lies, Jive talkin, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sory if this seeems weiird, my minds ot functioning poperbly at thi stage......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4459896132626959006?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4459896132626959006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/mugfest-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4459896132626959006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4459896132626959006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/mugfest-08.html' title='MugFest 08'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6033560444826384935</id><published>2009-04-26T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:07:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 first Dates….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, so this is just something that I came across reading other people’s blogs. You are supposed to write all your first impressions to all these words, no matter how silly it is. Kinda dumb actually, coz no matter what people will sure edit their answers… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Consider yourselves tagged when you see this…&lt;em&gt;muahhahahaha! xD&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Drink: Driving  &lt;p&gt;2. Food: Mee Pok  &lt;p&gt;3. Relationships:  &lt;p&gt;4. Your CRUSH: Explicit  &lt;p&gt;5. Power Rangers: My friends! GoGoGo Power Rangers!  &lt;p&gt;6. Life: a beautiful gift from God.  &lt;p&gt;7. The President: Bush  &lt;p&gt;8. Yummy: Gummy Bears? Lol? I hate gummy bears…  &lt;p&gt;9. Cars: Ferrari! Vrroomm  &lt;p&gt;10. Movies: 50 First Dates…for 50 first reactions…  &lt;p&gt;11. Halloween: stupid people..  &lt;p&gt;12. Sex: something to enjoy  &lt;p&gt;13. Religion: Christianity  &lt;p&gt;14. Hate: NOT!  &lt;p&gt;15. Fear: less!  &lt;p&gt;16. Marriage: an everlasting bond between to people in God!  &lt;p&gt;17. Blondes: from over the ocean.  &lt;p&gt;18. Slippers: Crocs  &lt;p&gt;19. Shoes: Converse  &lt;p&gt;20. Asians: a diverse people full of culture  &lt;p&gt;21. Pastime: passing time…  &lt;p&gt;22. One night stand: disgusting.  &lt;p&gt;23. My Cell Phone: I need to get 1…  &lt;p&gt;24. Smoke: Its Mid-Autumn Festival and my brother’s burning our lantern’s by the dozen….  &lt;p&gt;25. Fantasy: Something that comes true, when you believe!  &lt;p&gt;26. College: the aspirings.  &lt;p&gt;27. High school life: the on-going experience…of every emotion you can think of xD  &lt;p&gt;28. Pajamas: comfort clothes…  &lt;p&gt;29. Stars: God’s promise to Abraham..  &lt;p&gt;30. Center: of my heart – YOU!  &lt;p&gt;31. Alcohol: R21  &lt;p&gt;32. The word love:&amp;nbsp; something unforgettable, your burning desire for someone…  &lt;p&gt;33. Friends: your beloved ones  &lt;p&gt;34. Money: Economic Crisis…sigh.  &lt;p&gt;35. Heartache: a passing facade…&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;36. Time: a valuable resource that people waste away  &lt;p&gt;37. Divorce: its your choice  &lt;p&gt;38. Dogs: Pluto!  &lt;p&gt;39. Undies: =X  &lt;p&gt;40. Parents: loving people with good intentions: my best friends yet…  &lt;p&gt;41. Babies: cute!  &lt;p&gt;42. Ex: Joker.  &lt;p&gt;43. Song: Old/New School – all I like =)  &lt;p&gt;44. Color: RAINBOW!  &lt;p&gt;45. Weddings: Your special moment  &lt;p&gt;46. Pizza: Hawaiiiiiiiii.  &lt;p&gt;47. Hangout: Mother Nature  &lt;p&gt;48. Rest: SLEEP! Cravings for sleep!  &lt;p&gt;49. Goals: “Mission Accomplished” sayings in life!  &lt;p&gt;50. Inspiration: Jesus- As he is, so are we in this world!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so there you have it!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunnydays!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6033560444826384935?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6033560444826384935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-first-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6033560444826384935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6033560444826384935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-first-dates.html' title='50 first Dates….'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4778098956822581509</id><published>2009-04-25T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:28:29.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Wahh.. So tired. Must not stay up late to blog nxt time; I've certainly got no emotions to write anything meaningful. Writing Crap would be doing injustice to the &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; day I've had...&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a &lt;em&gt;breeze&lt;/em&gt; if you think about it; we have it so easy. So here something that came out of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by, &lt;br /&gt;Years went so. &lt;br /&gt;Life's a breeze;&lt;br /&gt;singing with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I stand;&lt;br /&gt;by your side. &lt;br /&gt;Watching Days go by, &lt;br /&gt;and Years sublime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons come,&lt;br /&gt;and change with time. &lt;br /&gt;Like you and I,&lt;br /&gt;in summertime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, &lt;br /&gt;my loving soul.&lt;br /&gt;the one I love, &lt;br /&gt;and will miss, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand forever, &lt;br /&gt;our lives entwined together&lt;br /&gt;Through distant years, &lt;br /&gt;and different weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Through all time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you close, oh so very gently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Guess you could say i copied this from somewhere, but I did not. This was purely Matthew. Good eh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4778098956822581509?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4778098956822581509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4778098956822581509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4778098956822581509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-6402471214561387299</id><published>2009-04-23T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:54:04.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not(Emo) Me...</title><content type='html'>imagine; this was posted by me last year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After yesterday's ultimate post, i finally did some soul-searching. There has been always somethings that i want to change of me for like a ultra long time(think end of PSLE last year) and yet i never end up doing....this what i mean by floating. Letme givea example- i start by playin com the whole day.....then after the guilt and remourse has hit while trying to sleep, i promise myself not to do it again like imposing a limit on com time. I abhor to this rule for less than 2 days before it repeats again and im using the com late into the night. It sucks. Stuff like this has never been mentioned to anyone before; even last year. I think that i seem like that light-hearted, sick-minded,simple guy.Well i can be more than that.There are times i feel so emo that i compose essays of emo stuff in my head.(mind u this only started this year) I try to enjoy life as it flows... But there are these regrets. Then when i try to redeem myself, i do. but later i make more regrets. Can this be puberty? or adolesence? or is it just me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this for a sec - if everyone in the whole wide world just enojoyed life; have fun and all that, would it not be awesome? This world is so pressured with competitions flowing like the stars in the sky. Yet i have to admit this is just the beginning. if it feels like pressure, its like comparing the sun to the galaxy. I know many of sec 1s out there do not feel pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of coping is well, light-heartetness or in a way = ignorance. Last time there was no pressure because there was none to be felt.It just adds up. Now its a whirlwind. Many are coping well but guess im not. With good reasons,my light-heartedness can be seen to floating around with no purpose in life. This could be the real way I do things too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Enjoy life in GOD. there can be only 1 way and its thru HIM. dunno if u agree with me but who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;So? Be friendly, cheerful with a dab of seriousness in it." &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Still kinda makes sense; though I'm not better off than I was then...atleast I'm Sec 2 now....ahahaha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-6402471214561387299?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/6402471214561387299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/notemo-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6402471214561387299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/6402471214561387299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/notemo-me.html' title='Not(Emo) Me...'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-5224203668642010858</id><published>2009-04-22T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:49:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>So today is Earth Day. Not that there's much publicity about it... I mean that most people could not even care less. Earth Day has come and would be gone in a couple of hours, but it never really made any impact at all, speaking as I am for this region of SEAsia. But, the reason Earth Day was here at all is still here....Global Warming. And Disney just brought us a new documentary on that, specially on Earth Day, titled: Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've just watched in the wee hours of the night many a TV program. Todays were all about the big GW. NatGeo and Discovery were certainly hosting an all day extravaganza of programmes that I dove into. Planet Green, Extreme Ice, Earth from Space, Expedition Alaska, all these serve to provide proof that GW is real and happening. Countries are doing something about them, like the almost unheard of Montreal Treaty, or the Kyoto Protocol, the famous carbon emissions protocol. However, we need to take things to the national level, the community level, and most importantly, the individual level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of us can play a part in saving our environment.Its so sad to see the polar bears die out in the artic, or those cute penguins screeching for saving. When entire ice-shelfs are melting, what can we do? Everyone making a small difference can contribute to the global cause. So just conserve and save electricity. .. It can make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-5224203668642010858?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/5224203668642010858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5224203668642010858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/5224203668642010858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-4683993393561656895</id><published>2009-04-22T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:50:38.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am; yet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always do what I do; wasting precious time on the internet like what I’m doing now….can it be helped? Just the other day (monday), was a Internet Addiction talk. “It was a enormous waste of time which could be brought to better use” I exclaimed, frustrated to the core at the lousy speaker (women; sigh). But is it really that useless?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, so maybe I’m addicted; maybe I’m not. According to the Test that I took on the talk, I &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;fall in the range of an average Internet User who knows when to stop, and does not suffer from the dire consequences of addiction. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, there is some truth in saying I am partly addicted. Addiction for me is simply distractions. Like how typing this post instead of working on homework is a distraction, it goes the same for everything. Sigh. When oh when can I say that I would focus on the present and do what I am &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to do. Haiz. I always try to kick the habit; and end up spending a hour’s worth of ‘5 more minutes’. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess its time to change. From NOW ON, I WOULD NOT USE THE COMPUTER WITH NO PURPOSE. Therefore i will stop using the computer NOW! I MEAN IT. Stop using the compu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-4683993393561656895?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/4683993393561656895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4683993393561656895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/4683993393561656895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am-yet-again.html' title='Here I am; yet again.'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284946993221111341.post-32723437571777790</id><published>2009-04-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:35:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post!</title><content type='html'>I keep creating blogs but never use them at all....why oh why? Seems like I'm just bored after a while with the  new skin. So heres another one. Hope it will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284946993221111341-32723437571777790?l=sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/feeds/32723437571777790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/32723437571777790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284946993221111341/posts/default/32723437571777790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnydaysawait.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-post.html' title='New Post!'/><author><name>[:Anmouys:] The world in motion...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628625920521313510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BUyroSwYieQ/R11s_8vn-VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSp10Y_ec5Y/S220/obi-ani-mustafar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
