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Kina Grannis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6398943688507027613?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6398943688507027613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-go-quiet-to-park-where-it-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6398943688507027613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6398943688507027613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-go-quiet-to-park-where-it-first.html' title='let&apos;s go quiet to the park where it first started'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6261687181676752353</id><published>2011-11-23T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:13:43.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ you kina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ours To Keep - Kina Grannis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How does circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Seem to cost us every chance&lt;br /&gt;At living out the truth in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It seems the best laid plans&lt;br /&gt;Fall just outside our hands&lt;br /&gt;And leave us broken down and far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But if faith plays a role&lt;br /&gt;I know someday I'll hold you in my arms forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So let's love like it's ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Love like we've always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;The fates will be kind to us&lt;br /&gt;So let's love like it's ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish there was a way&lt;br /&gt;That we could somehow stay&lt;br /&gt;In this perfect moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is all I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I pray faith plays a role&lt;br /&gt;So that someday I'll hold you in my arms forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So let's love like it's ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Love like we've always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;The fates will be kind to us&lt;br /&gt;So let's love like its ours to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let's love like it's ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Love like we've always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;The fates will be kind to us&lt;br /&gt;So let's love like it's ours to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if he read the last post? HAHA facepalm :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because.. I would wait till he was okay with this thing we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I realized 3 months is actually quite a short time hahaha i fail :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard to be in touch with him.&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;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm awake he'd be sleeping, and when he's up I'll be dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I mean I sleep a lot but STILL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My idea of having someone to hold actually didn't have this, I thought it'd be spending a lot of time with each other just talking or whiling away the time being happy and silly.&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;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But time apart just makes me appreciate time with him more, and longing to see him makes seeing him even sweeter. I miss him so, but everything will be okay.&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;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I know someday I'll hold you in my arms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till my arms hurt teehee :)&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/5428266512005252932-6261687181676752353?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4760567873635352893</id><published>2011-11-19T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:43:09.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavyhearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not everyday someone likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's even rarer that someone I like likes me.&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 why the hell am I being so stupid about it?&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;I want him to want me as much as I want to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because I am impatient, I tend to initiate things when he says we'd take it slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take it slow my foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then stop making me melt everytime you say sayang, kiss me on the head and cheek, hug me, say you like me and all that shit couples do!&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;Because I mentioned liking you, you say it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to push you in the direction of asking me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to ask because you'd want someone special to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate feeling this unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then he goes around being accepting and sweet.&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pms-ing much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4760567873635352893?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4760567873635352893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/11/heavyhearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4760567873635352893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4760567873635352893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/11/heavyhearted.html' title='heavyhearted'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4791674925090746731</id><published>2011-10-15T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T07:31:55.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello ginsky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D welcome to Of Music and Sundays! :D&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.................. readers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought you'd like to know for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4791674925090746731?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4791674925090746731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-ginsky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4791674925090746731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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awkward moment where they catch you staring?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't break eye contact! That would make it all weird and awkward and make you seem like a pervertius giganticus. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back and keep eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nod politely&lt;br /&gt;This is to acknowledge that they exist and yes, you were looking at them. Because you were. Don't deny it, it's too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile a little (optional)&lt;br /&gt;This is if.. you were staring at someone who interests you. You want to project your good image yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Look away&lt;br /&gt;Because it's what you wanted to do in the first place. :P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how to react when you stare at someone and they look back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4808259538767182276?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4808259538767182276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4808259538767182276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4808259538767182276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to.html' title='How to...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6350741445990154576</id><published>2011-10-05T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:45:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, you can hold my hand if you want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I want to hold yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess what happened to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Pasar Seni to find our way to Petaling Street using a map courtesy of Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He held my hand the whole way (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was absolutely speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way he held my hand was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first he grabbed my hand and pulled me lightly in the right direction, and normally we'd let go after that.&lt;br /&gt;But I lingered and held on to his last two fingers as I followed him from behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was already so happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he somehow manoeuvred his hand and put his fingers through mine, at the ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was somewhere in the clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't let go or reject it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in one subtle move, he opened his hand and laced his fingers through mine thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could do was smile till my cheeks hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he looked, I kept it in, or looked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;/melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6350741445990154576?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6350741445990154576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-you-can-hold-my-hand-if-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6350741445990154576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6350741445990154576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-you-can-hold-my-hand-if-you-want-to.html' title='yes, you can hold my hand if you want to'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7047792192651955211</id><published>2011-09-28T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:58:53.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ethanethiol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want you to know that,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU LOOK SO INCREDIBLY CUTE WHEN YOU CRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that is not all. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always be here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you! :3 hahaha it's really unexplainable how I love you SO MUCH after only a short time of knowing you. Like we grew up in the same house, laugh at the same things and know what the other's going to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like I haven't seen or hugged you in such a long time &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smelliest compound in existence, that's you I'm talking about HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7047792192651955211?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7047792192651955211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/ethanethiol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7047792192651955211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7047792192651955211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/ethanethiol.html' title='ethanethiol'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4705918528303968654</id><published>2011-09-28T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:45:36.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I mean something to you?&lt;br /&gt;You make everything seem so easy.&lt;div&gt;Like you do it everyday; it may not be as significant to you as it is for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because after all, this is my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I'd take a few months to really get to know someone's quirks and character, then develop feelings. But you just walked in, charmed the hell out of me with your quiet strength and your subtle ways. You test my limits, you dance around me in circles of flattery and pretty words. The little things you do make me smile and the things you make me do put me on edge. Like, REALLY on edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know if I really like you that way yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that there's this little bud in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if I let you hold my hand it will bloom slowly, surely and really sweetly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not playing fair is it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'm not truly liking you for you, I'm liking you because you're interested enough in me to want to hold my hand! And it doesn't even seem like much to you D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit I'm so confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4705918528303968654?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4705918528303968654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/insecurities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4705918528303968654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4705918528303968654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/insecurities.html' title='insecurities'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5279595738679898197</id><published>2011-09-20T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T07:05:02.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This isn't a coincidence right? Because you seem to answer all my unsaid questions.&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;xxx&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;That's how it is isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don't try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's still going to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So just go with it and you won't lose anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hahaha thanks for reminding me of why I want to feel this with another (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want my heart to be lifted indescribably high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;filled till it overflows with mixed emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and broken into bits and pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;by someone who wants me for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because then you'd know I really care. :3 heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And after that if I cry, I'll do it without much regret because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I will say it to your face.&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;Break my heart.&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;V ^^ V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5279595738679898197?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5279595738679898197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5279595738679898197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5279595738679898197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5602791275859123572</id><published>2011-09-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:57:05.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i fall into a pile on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H-H-Heaven help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could you, like, not make me melt like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speechless alex is no fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been raining a lot a lot A LOT lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I could sleep the whole day long---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if my dad let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T - T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5602791275859123572?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5602791275859123572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-fall-into-pile-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5602791275859123572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5602791275859123572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-fall-into-pile-on-floor.html' title='i fall into a pile on the floor'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7703090146332034680</id><published>2011-09-17T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:52:56.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grace just isn't my forté</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're near, I hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahah the title says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a bumbling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clumsy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;awkward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;artless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gauche thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to be all graceful and precise, but it just doesn't want to become me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to be patient and calm, but you put me on edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I really interest you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a placeholder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to make you happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet I know we cannot possibly last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I have the heart to make and break you? God knows it's hard to leave someone, and harder when someone leaves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should we enjoy our time together, or do we speculate about the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mehhhhhhhhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7703090146332034680?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7703090146332034680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/grace-just-isnt-my-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7703090146332034680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7703090146332034680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/grace-just-isnt-my-forte.html' title='grace just isn&apos;t my forté'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1988242337775157755</id><published>2011-09-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T06:12:19.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the way you say good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love saying good morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like saying, hey you're in my morning, you are the first thing I see in the day and it makes me happy. :3 That's what I feel anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's intimate, yet polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Malaysia Day! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise to write something of substance soon. I want to write so badly, but I forgot what I came here to write. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you then? (:&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/5428266512005252932-1988242337775157755?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1988242337775157755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-way-you-say-good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1988242337775157755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1988242337775157755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-way-you-say-good-morning.html' title='i love the way you say good morning'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6995372541198010366</id><published>2011-09-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:29:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzelz0SPLU/Tm3dxj_Rr_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k-HkJzNj8f8/s1600/224457_1919933481533_1337922976_3380986_968347_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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzelz0SPLU/Tm3dxj_Rr_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k-HkJzNj8f8/s400/224457_1919933481533_1337922976_3380986_968347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651416950963810290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISTINCTION FOR GRADE 8 B*TCHEZ!&lt;div&gt;I love you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, so much.&lt;/div&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/5428266512005252932-6995372541198010366?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6995372541198010366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6995372541198010366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6995372541198010366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzelz0SPLU/Tm3dxj_Rr_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k-HkJzNj8f8/s72-c/224457_1919933481533_1337922976_3380986_968347_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3694249277266070643</id><published>2011-09-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:28:13.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chasing me, it's always chasing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't even know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It just chases me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Corners me,&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;suffocates me,&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;drives me into a dead end.&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;I cannot take this fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had a dream that the car i drove fell backwards into a body of water. Water entered and took over my vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was going to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Someone unlocked the doors, and I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rushed to open the car door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything sinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I woke up grasping at the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wanting to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3694249277266070643?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3694249277266070643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3694249277266070643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3694249277266070643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/nightmares.html' title='nightmares'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4801688507580415330</id><published>2011-09-02T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:57:15.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you were an ice cream flavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You would be my favourite one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All About Your Heart - Mindy Gledhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello :D how you been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My practical exam went okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My scales were HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then everything picked up after that. Pieces flew beautifully, and I enjoyed playing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My examiner was a tall British man called Jonathan Beatty. His eyes were a beautiful, clear blue-green and greeted me with polite warmth. Before I played Month's Mind by John Ireland, I said "I hope you like Ireland." And he was like "I love Ireland."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He even thanked me after playing it, saying he doesn't hear it enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My last one about describing the piece and period was kind of off though.. but what's done is done. I regret ONLY THE SCALES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went on my first date yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't even know for sure that it was a date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I loved every moment. I enjoyed his company very much and that's kinda all there is to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had lunch and he paid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had ice cream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we walked and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the way he touches; respectful yet intimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the way he looks at me; assessing, warm, direct. Honest. Predatory sometimes. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the way he always compliments me to fluster me that bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I love to make him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, a gorgeous day.&lt;/span&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/5428266512005252932-4801688507580415330?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4801688507580415330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-were-ice-cream-flavour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4801688507580415330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4801688507580415330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-were-ice-cream-flavour.html' title='if you were an ice cream flavour'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8860464380151468680</id><published>2011-08-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:15:13.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She says I'm a masochist for falling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Masochist - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently my friend made me realize something: I fall for guys that have a 100% chance of letting me down. Arrogant, good-looking, never gonna fall for me types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not masochistic by my own conscious doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear ; - ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My practical exam for Grade 8 piano is coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&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/5428266512005252932-8860464380151468680?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8860464380151468680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-says-im-masochist-for-falling-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8860464380151468680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8860464380151468680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-says-im-masochist-for-falling-for.html' title='She says I&apos;m a masochist for falling for you'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7908491809487043806</id><published>2011-07-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:15:27.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My subconscious has been really confused of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not the kind of confusion that puzzles you actively every minute of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's more like.. a background sort of thing that eats at you from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shouldn't be confused, says the rational mind. But I've never felt this before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that magic banter between two people who are interested in each other? It's easy, it's fluid, full of compliments that might or might not be true, perceived through rose-tinted glasses. The way the other's smile looks somewhat different from normal smiles, this one sort of lights up the whole face. And you say, I never knew I could do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then you smile back like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then doubts kick in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's just how you are used to interacting with girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's just going to fall apart like the rest before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'M OVERTHINKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want me, chase me. I'm not going to fall head over heels then roll over ninja-style and stand up again because nobody catches me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:3 hwaiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize that no matter what distractions try to do to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you'll always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though we haven't known each other for long, I want you to know that I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never ever want to feel that I couldn't say I love you because it's too late.&lt;/span&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/5428266512005252932-7908491809487043806?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7908491809487043806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7908491809487043806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7908491809487043806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-remember-me.html' title='Hello, remember me?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7703308353217970108</id><published>2011-05-20T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:36:43.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not a stranger to failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it, I don't care much about it, I am irritated by it, I can't help it, I am not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't fail now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ask for strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7703308353217970108?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7703308353217970108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/05/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7703308353217970108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7703308353217970108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/05/failure.html' title='failure.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3362093602787133748</id><published>2011-04-29T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:51:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else&lt;br /&gt;and they hope that they're mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say,&lt;br /&gt;"We've got some bad news, sir."&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head&lt;br /&gt;you think that they're about to choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie&lt;br /&gt;Who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;is a pair of hateful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head&lt;br /&gt;you think that they're about to choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie&lt;br /&gt;Who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God,&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God,&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all laughing with God.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Laughing With - Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3362093602787133748?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3362093602787133748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3362093602787133748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3362093602787133748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-genius.html' title='she&apos;s a genius.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2347384802769741021</id><published>2011-04-24T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:47:20.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this night is sparkling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taylor Swift - Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the Country Barn with my mom last Friday. Can I just say IT WAS DAMN COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every Friday at the Country Barn pub, they have this whole country night on. The band, "Ghost Riders" play country music the whole night and people dance along to the music on the dance floor. Of course, the age range was a little older, but dancing is ageless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom pointed out the regulars hahaha! Throughout the night she ordered me drinks: let's see, there were 2 dry martinis, a Campari Orange and a bacardi coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm very unattractive half-drunk. Hahahahahaha. My body was radiating heat and i was pink all over. And giggly. But I still had my wits. :P&lt;br /&gt;I danced a waltz for the first time with this guy named Harith Hess. It was amazing, so exhilarating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept well that night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2347384802769741021?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2347384802769741021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-night-is-sparkling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2347384802769741021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2347384802769741021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-night-is-sparkling.html' title='this night is sparkling'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6730049342673240122</id><published>2011-04-17T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:21:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The crossroad, a.k.a. the interview.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JPA scholarship interview that is. I got chosen for an interview in UiTM Section 17 campus, Shah Alam. (Tip for those going in the future: CHECK THE BLOODY PLACE OUT. Google Maps is misleading and there are quite a few branches of UiTM. If it is still in UiTM that is. Best to check it out anyway. :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Chemistry class, I went straight over and slept a bit in the car. I woke up to my dad cursing because we were at the wrong UiTM and he really didn't know where to go anymore. I had to be there at 3.15, and it was already 3 so you can imagine the cold sweat ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We dropped by an office in the campus and asked the Malay ladies how to get to the other campus. The gentle lady took like 5 minutes explaining how to get OUT of the campus itself so Pa was like. I have no time, is it okay if we borrowed a kakak. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It so happened that that day, they were understaffed so nobody could go along with us to guide us. Thank God there was this Indian guy there who was willing to lead us out then guide us from there. He was dressed in a neon orange shirt, black working pants and shoes and a white hard hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On his motorbike, he led us to the exit then tried to explain the way to Pa, but Pa was so damn nervous he straight out asked the guy to follow us. And the Indian guy agreed! So all the way to the other campus we were like, thank you thank you thank you so much. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the interview we found out that his name was Said and that he was Mamak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pa was like, God sent me an Indian-Muslim angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So 1Malaysia right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went donned in a royal blue baju kurung Kedah I bought when I was in Form 1. I'd say 50%-50% were wearing baju kurung and formal attire respectively. There were so many parents waiting around for their kids and there were these areas where parents were marked off, make them so anxious or kan cheong only. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my group I was the first, probably because my name starts with an A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was pretty surprised that they didn't require us to bring our portfolios in, we all just gave our respective portfolios to the admin people to flip through. What are the certs for then? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we got in, we all had to introduce ourselves. They cut me off when I was talking about my extracurricular achievements, I'm not too sure if that's okay. If they deem it unimportant then oh well, they have the paperwork to look at anyway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They asked me why my name was so weird and if my parents were Chinese... because I don't look quite Chinese.. and what the meaning of tikus membaiki labu meant. Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry. I find that quite funny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They also asked me where would I go, why not Malaysia, what trait do you think a doctor should have and so on and so forth. I think I was pretty lucky not to have the group discussion thing. I wasn't that nervous after a while, because the interviewers were really nice. Except for the third one, he just observed and didn't say a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Make yourself comfortable," they said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were really smart in their formal attire, all suited up ;D but they smiled. So we just talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only guy in our group sat next to me, I don't know his name ; - ; he was so adorable! He wanted to become a gynaecologist/obstetrician and deliver babies because he wanted to have the feeling of being the first to hold the baby when it comes into the world. And he teaches taekwondo, he's black belt. I was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You darling thing. Come I bring you home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that was inside my mind, cannot say out loud... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smiled a lot to myself. I hope they didn't find it weird. I try to make a straight face and keep it in but it comes out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I laughed quite a fair bit. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was talking about someone being sick then he said, it's such a serious thing why are you laughing? I replied because that someone gave me the inspiration to become a doctor. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIKE. A. BOSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told them I felt really lucky to be there because we were sesat-ed for a while. Whatever the outcome, being there was enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because, I'm good enough. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6730049342673240122?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6730049342673240122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/crossroad-aka-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6730049342673240122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6730049342673240122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/04/crossroad-aka-interview.html' title='The crossroad, a.k.a. the interview.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-991252618002437323</id><published>2011-03-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:58:31.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as the kellogs tiger says, i'm grrrrrreat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The orchestra show was great! It was fun to go with the Alex Leong :D I met a few other people as well, but the only one I remember is Shaun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh, why is the MPO so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first I was like "Hey I remember that double bass guy, the chief violinist and the long haired celloist!" But then I remembered the orchestra is made up the same people and won't change anyway so. So.... = . =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The harpist was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They played mostly American works that day, with one Mozart "Toy Symphony" and a Rimsky-Korsakov piece as well. And that famous theme song Rise of the Valkyries! (: NOW I know its name hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I got my SPM results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was more nervous about what to wear than what I'd get hahahaha! All As, with one A- for Moral. = . =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leanne and Hema did well! :) Yes joo did Leanne ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wei Xuan doesn't want to tell me what she got ; - ; but I'm sure she did great too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's it for today I guess? My writing mojo has gone for a holiday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OI CAT. Get a chatbox, you ass. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-991252618002437323?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/991252618002437323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-kellogs-tiger-says-im-grrrrrreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/991252618002437323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/991252618002437323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-kellogs-tiger-says-im-grrrrrreat.html' title='as the kellogs tiger says, i&apos;m grrrrrreat.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-9048539122351641826</id><published>2011-03-11T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:50:27.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>locked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know the feeling when you're looking at someone and the other looks back and then you guys don't avert your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just lock gazes for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an hour past midnight and the night is so cold due to the rain since morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cat is going crazy, jumping here and there. TRYING TO SCARE ME ARE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got an orchestra performance to look forward to tomorrow! :) Tell you all about it when I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-9048539122351641826?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/9048539122351641826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/locked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9048539122351641826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9048539122351641826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/locked.html' title='locked.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-319388673903842732</id><published>2011-03-04T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:04:26.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;买了菜 她跟他慢慢的炒着菜&lt;br /&gt;Mai le cai / ta gen ta man man de chao zhe cai&lt;br /&gt;Bought some food, she slowly cooks a meal with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他为她赶回家走得快&lt;br /&gt;Ta wei ta an hui jia zou de kuai&lt;br /&gt;Because of her, he quickly returns home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在 可是呼之却不来&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai ke shi hu zhi que bu lai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present, but when calling for it, it doesn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小阳台 她拿走死掉的小盆栽&lt;br /&gt;Xiao yang tai tan a zou si diao de xiao pen zai&lt;br /&gt;On the balcony, she takes away the dead potted plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他对着啤酒杯等下载&lt;br /&gt;Ta dui zhe pi jiu bei deng xia zai&lt;br /&gt;He's drinking beer waiting for a download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在 可是到处有悲哀&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai ke shi dao chu you bei ai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present, but sadness is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在大街上小路上每个人海&lt;br /&gt;Ai zai da jie shang xiao lu shang mei ge ren hai&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the main streets, in the small streets, in the midst of the crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁却爱在小岛上不愿离开&lt;br /&gt;Shei que ai zai xiao dao shang bu yuan li kai&lt;br /&gt;Who goes back to love on a small island, unwilling to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道爱在不该爱的时候才爱&lt;br /&gt;Nan dao ai zai bu gai ai de shi hou cai ai&lt;br /&gt;How is it that when love isn't supposed to be there, love is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算百步以外总有爱在 爱在&lt;br /&gt;Jiu suan bai bu yi wai zong you ai zai ai zai&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is one hundred steps away, love is still there, love is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱在黄昏看谁的刘海&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai zai huang hun kan shei de liu hai&lt;br /&gt;My love is there, looking at whose bangs in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱在清早打谁的领带&lt;br /&gt;Ni ai zai qing zao da shei de ling dai&lt;br /&gt;Your love is there, tying whose neck tie in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都要爱偏偏无法同在&lt;br /&gt;Wo men dou yao ai pian pian wu fa tong zai&lt;br /&gt;We want love but never end up with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能明白 只能够期待&lt;br /&gt;Bu neng ming bai zhi neng gou qi dai&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand it, we can only look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是爱 到头来也发现这是爱&lt;br /&gt;Na shi ai dao tou lai ye fa xian zhe shi ai&lt;br /&gt;That is love, in the end I realized this is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流泪的 微笑的 都是爱&lt;br /&gt;Liu lei de wei xiao de dou shi ai&lt;br /&gt;Crying, smiling, it's still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;管它好与坏 总是呼之却不来&lt;br /&gt;Guan ta hao yu huai zong shi hu zhi que bu lai&lt;br /&gt;Took care of it well but it still turned bad, still calling for love but it doesn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪花白 永远都渴望看桃花开&lt;br /&gt;Xue hua bai yong yuan dou ke wang kan tao hua kai&lt;br /&gt;The snowflake's whiteness, I always wished to see the peach tree blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梁山伯辜负了祝英台*&lt;br /&gt;Liang Shan Bo gu fu le Zhu Ying Tai*&lt;br /&gt;Liang Shan Bo let down Zhu Ying Tai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在何年何代 总是到处有悲哀&lt;br /&gt;Zai he nian he dai zong shi dao chu you bei ai&lt;br /&gt;At whatever year, whatever era, sadness is still everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在阳光下 烛光下 每点尘埃&lt;br /&gt;Ai zai yang guang xia zhu guang xia mei dian chen ai&lt;br /&gt;Love is under the sunshine, under the candle light, every speck of dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁却爱在黑暗里不愿离开&lt;br /&gt;Shei que ai zai hei an li bu yuan li kai&lt;br /&gt;Who goes back to love in the darkness, unwilling to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道爱在不该爱的时候才爱&lt;br /&gt;Nan dao ai zai bu gai ai de shi hou cai ai&lt;br /&gt;How is it that when love isn't supposed to be there, love is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算百步以外总有爱在 爱在&lt;br /&gt;Jiu suan bai bu yi wai zong you ai zai ai zai&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is one hundred steps away, love is still there, love is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱在黄昏看谁的刘海&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai zai huang han kan shei de liu hai&lt;br /&gt;My love is there, looking at whose bangs in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱在清早打谁的领带&lt;br /&gt;Ni ai zai qing zao da shei de ling dai&lt;br /&gt;Your love is there, tying whose neck tie in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都要爱偏偏无法同在&lt;br /&gt;Wo men dou yao ai pian pian wu fa tong zai&lt;br /&gt;We want love but never end up with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能明白 只能够期待&lt;br /&gt;Bu neng ming bai zhi neng gou qi dai&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand it, we can only look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从来微风都靠树枝摇摆&lt;br /&gt;Cong lai wei feng dou kao shu zhi yao bai&lt;br /&gt;The gentle breeze always depended on swaying of the tree branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从来种子都靠春泥破开&lt;br /&gt;Cong lai zhong zi dou kao chun ni po kai&lt;br /&gt;The seeds always depended on spring soil to help it grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有人世间的美好都存在&lt;br /&gt;Suo you ren shi jian de mei hao dou cun zai&lt;br /&gt;All of the world's beauty exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算看不到都依然存在&lt;br /&gt;Jiu suan kan bu dao dou yi ran cun zai&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't see it, it still exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在意料之外&lt;br /&gt;Zai yi liao zhi wai&lt;br /&gt;It exists outside of expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的女孩 你快走过来&lt;br /&gt;Wo de nu hai ni kuai zou guo lai&lt;br /&gt;My girl, quickly come over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在期待 (爱在 爱在)&lt;br /&gt;Ai zai qi dai (ai zai ai zai)&lt;br /&gt;Love is in anticipation (love is there, love is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们无处不在 爱&lt;br /&gt;Wo men wu chu bu zai ai&lt;br /&gt;Our ever-present love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱在黄昏看谁的刘海&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai zai huang hun kan shei de liu hai&lt;br /&gt;My love is there, looking at whose bangs in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱在清早打谁的领带&lt;br /&gt;Ni ai zai qing zao da shei de ling dai&lt;br /&gt;Your love is there, tying whose neck tie in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都要爱偏偏无法同在&lt;br /&gt;Wo men dou yao ai pian pian wu fa tong zai&lt;br /&gt;We want love but never end up with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能明白 只能够期待&lt;br /&gt;Bu neng ming bai zhi neng gou qi dai&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand it, we can only look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱在楼下找谁的门牌&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai zai lou xia zhao shei de men pai&lt;br /&gt;My love is downstairs looking for whose house number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱在途上靠谁的胸怀&lt;br /&gt;Ni ai zai tu shang kao shei de xiong huai&lt;br /&gt;Your love is on the way depending on whose mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都要爱偏偏分开无奈&lt;br /&gt;Wo men dou yao ai pian pian fen kai wu nai&lt;br /&gt;We want love but end up helplessly separating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能明白 只能够期待&lt;br /&gt;Bu neng ming bai zhi neng gou qi dai&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand it, we can only look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱无处不在&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu chu bu zai&lt;br /&gt;Love is ever-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai is a Chinese Opera story based on the Chinese classic story of the Butterfly Lovers, it is almost like a Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_Lovers"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Fong - Ai Zai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am completely in love with your lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-319388673903842732?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/319388673903842732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/319388673903842732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/319388673903842732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things.html' title='the little things.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2579105465679797618</id><published>2011-02-27T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T07:45:00.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>had a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out on Saturday with Huan Hee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was great! We first went to Midvalley to get her skinny jeans from Cache Cache, which is kind of a long story in itself xD The store was really cute, poppy and full of colour. I'd love to go back, despite Huan Hee being pissed at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around on my own first; I passed this store and accidentally made eye contact with a cute guy working in there. I passed Guardian because I was looking for mascara and comparing the prices of Eclipse mints at a few places. RM5.20 there by the way. Then this pretty promoter for Qutie Coat came up to me and started speaking to me in Mandarin. (My biggest weakness would be someone speaking to me in a language other than English.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was stunned, she chatted with me all the way using Mandarin although mine was stunted. She took my hand and started applying the whitening cream thing on my skin gently. :D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To my surprise my hand were two-coloured after she cleaned my hand! My face was like O.O WOW HAHAHA SO WEIRD, O.O, she was telling me this is a semi-permanent coat that deflects UV rays, SPF and all that. I thanked her and made my way to the LG North Court because that's where Huan Hee'd meet me. I rubbed at my whiter hand to see if the coat would come off but it didn't budge. (it faded a bit at the end of the day though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remembered my Eclipse mints mission and checked the price at the Aeon pharmacy. I walked in like a crab, checking the racks at the cashier stand. RM5.50 :O then I noticed the cashier lady smiling at me, I laughed awkwardly, said thank you and ran out of the store hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Huan Hee this is what I do without you :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, she took me to makan porridge at I Love Yoo! It was pretty good, and seriously sangat cheap. RM4 for thick porridge and yao zha kuih, they were filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huan Hee was on a recognizing people roll, it was so funny. It's like "HEY SO-AND-SO!" "Oh hey you work here!" "oh that was my junior, one year younger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah 8D i didn't see anyone i knew hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then we passed the store where I said there was a cute guy, and I told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"HH HH just now I passed this store and there was this reeeeeally cute guy working in there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Oh, my friend works here, I think I'll say hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOLLLLLLL HER FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So malu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We made our way to KL Sentral using the KTM, which was so slow: 3 trains passed on the other side before ours came. Hahahaha! Huan Hee was so happy when the train came, after a not-so-very-quiet cursing session behind an advertisement board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We made our way to the monorail and went on to Sungai Wang, one of my favourite places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went around window shopping, stopping here and there to buy small stuff, watched Korean cosmetics CFs, then before we knew it it was time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH YEAH, there was free Cornetto ice cream given out that day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Huan Hee took strawberry, I took chocolate and we had an extra chocolate ice cream we didn't know what to do with. So I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I'm gonna give this to a random person 8D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was like, "for ME?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aww :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2579105465679797618?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2579105465679797618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2579105465679797618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2579105465679797618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-great-day.html' title='had a great day'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1736270419684870561</id><published>2011-02-21T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:46:17.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>play cops and robbers, cops and robbers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cops and Robbers - The Hoosiers&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah would love this song heee.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;The pay phones at KDU don't work at all, they're all dead. D:&lt;br /&gt;Life in college is great. There's this guy that reminds me SO MUCH of slow, just because of the aura he has! D: they're probably the same height-wise though.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else isn't really the same. Still, I'm drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Cops and robbers with hearts ehh. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1736270419684870561?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1736270419684870561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-cops-and-robbers-cops-and-robbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1736270419684870561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1736270419684870561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-cops-and-robbers-cops-and-robbers.html' title='play cops and robbers, cops and robbers.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-972975362347591550</id><published>2011-02-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:46:28.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>put up your barricades, continue your charade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Money To Be Made - The Hoosiers&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mr AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA was by them and i heard their other songs on Live on Abbey Road. :D WTF. They're really good.&lt;br /&gt;And the cute accent helps. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;This is what i've been feeling lately, neither happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling for others, not because i'm truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've just fallen into a routine without a special someone to confide in, like nano nano or private fly number 1.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-972975362347591550?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/972975362347591550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/put-up-your-barricades-continue-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/972975362347591550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/972975362347591550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/put-up-your-barricades-continue-your.html' title='put up your barricades, continue your charade'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4812664999257027098</id><published>2011-02-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:21:23.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpokMDHpf0/TXLfUAuC1jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jvtayqIh-hg/s1600/tumblr_lfl2wgdps51qebp82.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580768423148967474" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfl2wgdps51qebp82.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SH*T. SH*TSH*TSH*TSH*T&lt;br /&gt;(The King's Speech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot about an assignment!! D: i hope the teacher takes it in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/cryingdramatically&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/5428266512005252932-4812664999257027098?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4812664999257027098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4812664999257027098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4812664999257027098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='i can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3929204460651068959</id><published>2011-02-06T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:35:54.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;In the name of the Moon, I will punish you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I will right wrongs and triumph over evil and that means YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOHOHOHO trigonometry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ask me what the cosine graph is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3929204460651068959?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3929204460651068959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3929204460651068959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3929204460651068959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8580146645203834722</id><published>2011-02-02T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:10:27.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that you see in your dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No More Wishing - Hayley Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say that if you see someone in your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you really want to see that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why else would they be hanging around in your subconscious right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw him, after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't remember much of the dream. Just a vague smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe that's why she saw me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8580146645203834722?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8580146645203834722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-that-you-see-in-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8580146645203834722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8580146645203834722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-that-you-see-in-your-dreams.html' title='the one that you see in your dreams'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8455759393576551864</id><published>2011-01-28T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T04:18:58.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day another year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was my birthday some 10 days ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;The thing about having your birthday so early in the year is that once you start a fresh year, no one knows it's your day. I do so love being surprised by lovely people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND MUN YEE ESPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gave me a bottle of beer hahahahahhaa :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After college, I went to Aoyama in Hartamas for dinner. I went there once, and the set lunches were affordable and so good. Because of ma we already knew the staff quite well. And we only went there once wtf. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So these people treat us really well! We smiled at the waiters and waitress (she was real nice), and i ate cha soba (cold soba noodles) for the first time! I've always wanted to try it :'D it was so GOOD. UMAIII SO. TOTEMO OISHII DESU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got free ice cream because ma insisted XD so we had wasabi, sesame, and Ocean Blue flavoured ice cream. OMG! So delicious yet unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....Wasabi ice cream makes me laugh XD want to see me laugh for no reason? This is what you feed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ocean Blue is a sort of salt-ish ice cream! Yet it surprised me and turned out really amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then they gave me.........&lt;br /&gt;a fan :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXFgTOPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oZIIgySHJaw/s1600/Image457.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567208199067744498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXFgTOPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oZIIgySHJaw/s400/Image457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Huh? Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXdPmpaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZxDrJkYabHo/s1600/Image454.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567208205440165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXdPmpaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZxDrJkYabHo/s400/Image454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really? I'm gonna open it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXgm_h3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Hz6VJiqpDs/s1600/Image451.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567208206343571314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXgm_h3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Hz6VJiqpDs/s400/Image451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love it so much. It's so pretty. Thank you Aoyama. (:&lt;br /&gt;We went home, and then we had cake. Baked classic blueberry cheese cake, one of my ultimate favourites :'D Aughh thank you guys. All your wishes made my day too. (:&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next year's. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8455759393576551864?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8455759393576551864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-another-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8455759393576551864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8455759393576551864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-another-year.html' title='another day another year'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/TUKyXFgTOPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oZIIgySHJaw/s72-c/Image457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6665153443345026731</id><published>2011-01-28T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T03:59:28.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let your heart lead blindly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let Go - Dave Lichens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wandering around is such a such a such a PLEASURE 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely love it. I can watch people and sometimes catch their eye, form a weird acknowledgement kind of kinship then never meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I always hope we meet again for those weird kinship things. I always hope for sweet unrealistic serendipities. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once saw this guy, passed by him quite a few times too. Soon we recognized each other.. but then we were directly opposite each other in Kinokuniya so I smiled at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He smiled back! And I averted my eyes, so embarrassed. XD wtf. Then I curiously asked the lady beside me who's looking at this book called, Looking For Mr Right or something. Hahahahah and accidentally started a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I didn't see him after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;): /cue awwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6665153443345026731?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6665153443345026731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-your-heart-lead-blindly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6665153443345026731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6665153443345026731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-your-heart-lead-blindly.html' title='let your heart lead blindly'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6497915109750867816</id><published>2011-01-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T03:59:46.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you mean more than you should mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No More Wishing - Hayley Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying now :) in college.&lt;br /&gt;So fast! :P so nerdy. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;It's going great,and being a college girl is.. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me look different D: I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;And I met someone I met two years ago, in the same class. He has that quality where i'm inexorably, unexplicably, whatwhat-bly drawn to him. I want to get to know him, talk to him. It was the same thing two years back, but he was easier with his smiles back then.&lt;br /&gt;Now he... broods. WTH hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;An enigma.&lt;br /&gt;Now how about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6497915109750867816?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6497915109750867816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-mean-more-than-you-should-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6497915109750867816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6497915109750867816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-mean-more-than-you-should-mean.html' title='you mean more than you should mean'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4578285271747647062</id><published>2011-01-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:57:32.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuddle up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cats sleep so adorably. they curl up and retain heat so efficiently, tail, paws, legs perfectly arranged into a ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KEKEKEKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;College life so far is interesting. Classes are super disjointed so i have small holes in my timetable but it keeps me in the college the whole bloody day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there are so many people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*You should know that the way i communicate with strangers, is really quite disconcerting. I have this habit where i stare into the other's eyes before i talk to them at all. Once I talk though I get flustered and try to keep up the eye contact but look away often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Point is I stare a lot. XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes i have a moment with some people, that amazing moment where you lock gazes and hold it for one second too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:'D I do so love those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SHO YEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How are all of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How's life after SPM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or life in general? Since I don't know who reads this dead blog anymore.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4578285271747647062?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4578285271747647062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuddle-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4578285271747647062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4578285271747647062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuddle-up.html' title='cuddle up'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2305398877080815288</id><published>2011-01-15T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:29:19.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a bloody recluse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Play music the whole bloody day long and wail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the outside world is beautiful too, coaxing me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The beauty pales, comes in second to her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it so hard to believe that she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That everyone looks back fondly and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am i so caught up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should i delete her number. her texts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her pictures. that video of her where she refuses to swear mildly as written in the script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That stupid turning point where i received the message second saying she won't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She won't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on days like these i write. i run through all my doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The things i never did,never said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's good for my writing side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah. optimism ftw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2305398877080815288?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2305398877080815288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2305398877080815288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2305398877080815288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like.html' title='i feel like'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2379053582230579042</id><published>2011-01-15T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:08:16.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how close we really are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"you don't matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nor you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nor you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is this where i stand in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sight is blurred by you, only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So much, nobody else comes close. I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2379053582230579042?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2379053582230579042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-close-we-really-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2379053582230579042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2379053582230579042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-close-we-really-are.html' title='how close we really are'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8356059302252212982</id><published>2010-12-28T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:52:33.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howl - Florence + The Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so addicted to this song right now. Especially when she howls with her soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been longing to draw a trilogy out for the LONGEST TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know what the trilogy is called, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;#1: A Great And Terrible Beauty ( i borrowed this from bhavik and I'VE FORGOTTEN TO GIVE IT BACK. He must hate me so much now. D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;#2: Rebel Angels (I borrowed this from yz and she didn't want it back........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MAN. I AM SERIAL BORROWER. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really want the third book, so I went over to Kinokuniya to order it :3 i cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;From day one I've been completely absorbed by these books by Libba Bray, they're so captivating! They're a little dark and really compelling, not everyone's cup of tea but i'm completely in love. The books are full of visual imagery that just appears by itself in my head in colours and emotion and I ITCH TO DRAW. :'D it's been a long time. Thank you Libba Bray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to research Victorian era stuff though. If you know any websites with images of lace details or those amazing Victorian dresses or the brickwork of that era, feel free to drop the link or any information in the cbox :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Help is much appreciated! :D littlethingsinaheart is gonna be bombed soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If I scan them that is D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Draw first scan later! :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello after so long! Bye! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! :D hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8356059302252212982?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8356059302252212982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/12/drag-my-teeth-across-your-chest-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8356059302252212982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8356059302252212982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/12/drag-my-teeth-across-your-chest-to.html' title='drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4446034881411949992</id><published>2010-12-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:41:52.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 11 years of studying! My aim in life as a student all this while is now over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now what do I do D: hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4446034881411949992?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4446034881411949992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/12/spm-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4446034881411949992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4446034881411949992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/12/spm-no-more.html' title='SPM no more!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4452548398818884649</id><published>2010-11-12T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:04:47.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's past midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;愛してる.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;happy one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4452548398818884649?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4452548398818884649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-past-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4452548398818884649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4452548398818884649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-past-midnight.html' title='it&apos;s past midnight'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2200183980186137296</id><published>2010-10-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:27:20.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I Can Write - Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cinta yang tak kesampaian tu lah yang sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello! :D I've been through hell lately what with exams and all but it's all coming to an end; I think I failed if this were God's test =  =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey I'm still alive :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nabilah got her ukelele! I'm so happy for her! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a side note, Joss Stone is amazing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went outside to grab the dry clothes in before it rains, and I heard this baby making noise so I looked up. There was a skinny old Indian mother with her hair tied back in a bun, and she and her baby looked over at me. I smiled. The baby was so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's raining a lot lately. It makes me wistful. I think a lot now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2200183980186137296?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2200183980186137296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2200183980186137296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2200183980186137296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6503111483307555153</id><published>2010-10-07T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T03:32:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing at everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Studies, life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotta buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6503111483307555153?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6503111483307555153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/10/losing-at-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6503111483307555153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6503111483307555153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/10/losing-at-everything.html' title='losing at everything'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5337614547141568064</id><published>2010-09-30T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:04:32.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his eyebrows went so high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw a friend of mine today, and this random thought shoved into my head.&lt;br /&gt;"HEYYYYYYYYY that's him, I need to get a little something for him."&lt;br /&gt;...... it was damn random.&lt;br /&gt;So I got him two small little shizz of curry puffs and gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;His face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is.......&lt;br /&gt;Er, actually it isn't done.&lt;br /&gt;I try to do this thing called Pay It Forward, it's a really amazing concept if you watched the movie or read of it. I have no idea who came up with it but amazing nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;It's where you do random kind deeds and the receiver is supposed to pay it forward by doing another three random deeds of kindness and the whole thing spreads like wildfire if everyone does it! First you have one, then three, then three other people have to do three deeds so nine, then nine multiplied by three is 27 and.. well it's huge!&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I have small change, I put some on the public phone in school so people who have no coins can make an emergency call. I know the feeling where you don't have coins and you go AHHHHHHHH like a hungry tiger.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry frustrated tiger.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, angry and frustrated tiger.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago I had to scour my purse for a coin that could actually be used (I had 5 cent coins and 1 yuan) and then I found it! One 10 cent coin. Which probably would be enough to say Hello and then they cut you off XD&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw it :D 10 cents on the public phone! YAYYY&lt;br /&gt;It came back!&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta do 3. I did one already I think? Or maybe that was just "Alex"'s signature out of the blue thing. = =&lt;br /&gt;I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;Chin up, back straight, shoulders back. Basic ballet posture.&lt;br /&gt;*psyched face*\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5337614547141568064?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5337614547141568064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-saw-friend-of-mine-today-and-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5337614547141568064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5337614547141568064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-saw-friend-of-mine-today-and-this.html' title='his eyebrows went so high'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5958592220422020491</id><published>2010-09-09T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:17:02.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday pa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy birthday Pa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love everything you've done for me and I really do appreciate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though you don't know how much I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love debating English with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love your random silly NZ/Australian metaphors which I've never heard of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the little things you do when you know we're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't particularly like the scoldings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or that time where we were made to stand on our knees for an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it shaped me to who I am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what the hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love patting your stomach and teasing your MUSCLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MUSCLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because they're hard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you've worked so hard for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even ditching the habit of smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long past the time my height exceeded your armpit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I could tell you to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise to be more responsible and have more initiative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As the eldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll do my best! (because you hate the expression "I'll try")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5958592220422020491?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5958592220422020491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5958592220422020491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5958592220422020491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-pa.html' title='Happy birthday pa :)'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-145622646254868219</id><published>2010-09-07T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:45:18.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just like a song in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like A Star - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amazing song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The song I think about instantly when I see my most favourite picture of all time: the Chii header you see now. LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her innocence, absolutely comfortable and bared to the dark night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or maybe surrounded by darkness, but oblivious to her vulnerability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gad I love this picture and song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope you like the things I did to the blog. Black is good! It saves heat emission. Or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;XD hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like Google in black, Blackle. &lt;a href="http://www.blackle.com/"&gt;http://www.blackle.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OR Mystery Google which I find amazingly funny. I don't think it's working anymore though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going out this Saturday :D really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's also my dad's birthday tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that one day of, of just letting everything out.. I feel happy. And bubbly, full of happyness :D it's an incredible feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know what word I think I use too much? "Amazing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But that's how I see the world :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you for listening to me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-145622646254868219?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/145622646254868219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-like-song-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/145622646254868219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/145622646254868219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-like-song-in-my-heart.html' title='just like a song in my heart'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8149943616604077261</id><published>2010-09-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:21:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning rain is falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday Morning - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my favourite songs of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is why I love my Sundays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I wake up in the early morning to go out with my sister and mom to the park to walk around and exercise a little. We're talking about 7 a.m. where dawn is just starting to get its fingers into the dark sky. We go to the Menjalara Park and walk around, the air is so cool and fresh! I have yet to learn how to dress properly to exercise though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. We then go to the morning market or 'pasar pagi' around that area and look around at all the lovely clothes; they're not of high quality and the prints are often weird, but if you look hard enough there are some amazing gems in there. Especially those jean shorts, God those are amazing. Then we browse through accessories and sometimes organic foodstuff. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. We go for breakfast around 9, picking random shops and trying their wares. Hit and miss basis... mostly hits. Food is good. xD like dim sum, or curry pan min noodles. GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Creative Writing class at Pusat Tuisyen Indah.&lt;/span&gt; I went when I was in Form 3, and I loved writing in Ms DJ's class. I loved her comments, her way of thinking, her rare constructive criticism, the way she encouraged all of us to read. She even lent me her books! I loved them all. She printed my essay once as a worksheet for the class. I was really, really touched. Now she's very busy with her own business of encouraging young minds to read, write and think creatively so she gets Johnson to substitute for her. He's also a bird of the same elite, great flock. Surprisingly, he can tell stories like whoa, speak amazingly well and get his points across, I really admire that. (he also is at the front line for this project called E.P.I.C. which strives to get more young people to be involved in voting or at least have an opinion on the politics scenario of our country. It's really amazing! Check them out on Facebook :D) He also has these ideas he implements in class, which is really fun and always has a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ohhhh. XD This has to be the highlight of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. The half hour break between Creative Writing and Karangan class. It's just f*cking amazing to talk to Johnson and Wei Jin about anything that comes to mind. Usually (before I started going for the class again) Wei Jin would sit outside and wait out the half hour and I suppose he would too, reading essays or something of the sort: waiting for his next class of PMR students. The first time I went for class, I immediately asked him if we could sit and talk to him for half and hour. Now it's like a kebiasaan :D hahahahha. It's so fun to talk to him! He makes us laugh so much and he can speak really well. To be able to talk like that to someone who thinks on that mature level, to be able to debate about random things. It's just... amazing. I'M SORRY I'M WAXING LYRICAL. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. Comments on my essays. Finally, I can ask someone who can tell me what they like or dislike about my essay. English teachers are the bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. The time after 12 but before Karangan actually starts. I talk to Wei Jin and she'd tell me so much! She cracks jokes like nobody's business, I didn't expect it. She's so funny xD and great company. It's like girl bonding session. XD Hahahahaha. What we discussed was for us only, no boys allowed. XDDDDD hahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. Karangan class! I have random conversations with Choo Wei and smile weirdly at Wei Jin to make her laugh. Mr Mark is the funniest person I know, he's so funny! And he's an amazing BM and Sejarah teacher; he relates things by telling stories and cracking tons of jokes, but he knows when it's time to get serious. One of my favourite teachers. :') he was the first to take me under his wing when I first tried out the tuition centre; teasing my rather cacat Mandarin skills yet making it lighthearted and explaining things thoroughly to me if I didn't understand. I tried out when I was Form 3, and I think I was in a Form 2 BM class. I was older than the people there, but they made me feel a little small when they booed a little at me. Mr Mark had just introduced me, and mentioned with a teasing quality that I can't really understand Mandarin and spoke mostly English. Strength in numbers? Maybe. But I can handle it ;D Look at me now! Making friends left right and center. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. Going home, eating lunch and getting ready for group study. It's like a break for my mind. Teasing my sisters, talking to my dad and eating lunch that differs everytime. My dad packs food for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. It's now 3; time for group study with Huan Hee! :D Suddenly it's just me and her and us talking unpretentiously about our lives and our problems. It's weird that we can be so close and not know each other for years and years. It's just so easy to talk to her, and laugh with her. Hahaha :D We do get some studying done in that particular branch of Old Town Kopitiam after eating and drinking what we ordered. I love the way we have a set seat now, the end seat on the left of the smoking section that's so comfy. Although people smoke everytime we sit there, we just tahan as it's only one stick. After one stick we start making noises. We'd be like, "I HATE SMOKERS RIGHT HUAN HEE" "I KNOW, WHO'S THAT ***** SMOKING AH" loudly. They don't seem to get the message though, it's so funny. XD We split our sides laughing at the little things. Then there's the staff who we'd already begun to nickname affectionately. There's Shower Cap Dude, Cute Guy, No Front Teeth, so on. Cute Guy always takes showers with Shower Cap Dude. Hahahaha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Going home at 7 and eating dinner. I know I have to iron the clothes for the next week but I always leave it for Monday morning exercise now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I K.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The end :D hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last Sunday it was that sort of cold where it nips you on the nose and leave your fingers cold. There was a slight drizzle in the morning, and I went up to Creative Writing class. I knocked, I entered and it was pitch dark with Johnson's face lit by the glare of his laptop screen. He was reading a story. I was taken aback, scared even for a while when I saw this. XD Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remember just closing my eyes and enjoying the little nuances, the rise and fall of his voice as he read the story of a brother and sister who finds out that their father had not "died" but was a vampire. It was dramatic, not a very good story but the way he read it combined with the self-inflicted darkness of the behind of my eyelids, oh it was so good. It was evenly paced, spaced so well for drama to seep in, the emotions of the characters subtly projected by the deep, smooth quality of his voice. I remember not looking at him, instead looking out at the little cracks of the window covers where the sunlight spilled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The morning sunlight is amazing. It has a watered down, pure quality that gently kisses the skin. I love opening my eyes in the morning and looking out my window, soaking in the light of the 'wet' sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The slanted light of dawn heh :D hahahaha. (sorry, making private jokes with.. myself. = =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The spell he cast over the room was so compelling, we were just drawn to his voice waiting to hear the rest of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm looking forward to next Sunday, no matter if it's Johnson or Ms DJ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn straight. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8149943616604077261?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8149943616604077261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8149943616604077261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8149943616604077261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='Sunday morning rain is falling'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5793889684765682574</id><published>2010-09-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:22:29.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting lonelier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number 1 : loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was weird, having something hit me in the face like that today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss having someone to talk to about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss Wye Zhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the way things used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny, everything's just drifting apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I wouldn't change Leanne for the world though :) thanks you DARLING THING. Hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I sat for my theory exam. No one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I figured the world doesn't need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet now you do. I just... I just keep contradicting myself, what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want someone to know, I want to tell someone everything stupid in my world and then get serious about stuff, I want so much and then I hold back. Story of the stupid masochist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(tehehhhh masochistic lion. xD ANYWAY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was weird seeing people in the foreign and strangely quiet whitewashed classroom in SMK Bandar Utama Damansara 3. They were so much younger than me, I felt like I was the oldest in the class! It was like time passed me by. I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that I had Literature class with Pn Yong in school. Hema wasn't there, and suddenly I felt lost. I've been feeling like this a lot lately. I'm never fully there anymore, lost in my own thoughts. Except Sundays. I love Sundays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still have lingering feelings for Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just.. drift away and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(I'm sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, I had a break of 3 hours before I had a 3-hour tuition for Physics and Chemistry. In the tuition centre I never felt like I belonged anyway but today it was worse. Normally I'd be comforted that all these people knew me but never dared to venture further despite my small smiles. I'd feel comforted in the aloneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was horrible to sit there today, separated from everyone else by this language barrier or way of thinking. I'm like a different species. A great, figging banana who dares to debate whenever she feels she could be right, only in language classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Huan Hee made it all go away, and made me laugh. Thank you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still feel lonely, but I know that people do care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They're just not here at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 2: jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;IT WAS SO WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was dreaming the other night, and I saw.... this dude (close to me, almost like a brother?) with his arm around this beautiful smiling girl with long black hair. They were talking so easily and laughing all the time, the perfect picture of happiness that can be found in easy conversation and a great understanding for the other. I was talking to them, having a regular conversation. He introduced her to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And suddenly my smiles all felt forced, I looked around at the other people around us (that I can't remember for nuts) and smiled distractedly, sipping my drink. I remember I had a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was this heat, that burned from where my heart was. It burned till it warmed my hands. I can remember this amazing, intense emotion and I was like WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I woke up, the jealousy still fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I put my hand over my chest; I was breathing shallowly for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Crap, that was amazing! It wasn't even real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5793889684765682574?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5793889684765682574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-getting-lonelier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5793889684765682574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5793889684765682574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-getting-lonelier.html' title='it&apos;s getting lonelier.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4578623888588276983</id><published>2010-09-06T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:09:37.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a nice round number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for reading up till now :D I know I get a little (who am I kidding) long-winded so I want to thank you for sticking with me hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UMM... oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy holidays and Selamat Hari Raya! :D maaf zahir dan batin. Lovely time for apologies. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4578623888588276983?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4578623888588276983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4578623888588276983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4578623888588276983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/09/200.html' title='200'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7506552023553149851</id><published>2010-08-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:18:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTerUQDdyVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTerUQDdyVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;So damn inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;And the animation is so good paired with a great song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All along, love was in your own heart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wonder why everyone seems to love other people, but not themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;LOVE! - Hebe, from S.H.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7506552023553149851?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7506552023553149851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/xxx-so-damn-inspirational.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7506552023553149851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7506552023553149851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/xxx-so-damn-inspirational.html' title='Key to my heart'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8499792882579300492</id><published>2010-08-24T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:52:23.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we find such comfort in repetition?&lt;br /&gt;I like rocking slightly, back and forth. It calms me.&lt;br /&gt;Babies fall asleep in seconds if you pat them to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Autistic people do things over and over; something familiar, something instinctive.&lt;br /&gt;People in pain feel better once someone rubs them up and down their backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe we feel comforted in the know of something, a routine. Like oh, we know the ropes and there's nothing to be scared of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's nice ainnit :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TEHEH, random moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8499792882579300492?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8499792882579300492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-and-forth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8499792882579300492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8499792882579300492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-and-forth.html' title='Back and forth'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3514611962676110283</id><published>2010-08-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:57:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if I feel your eyes on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The scent you have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There just are the feelings of those things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I close my eyes, I can see everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if it is beautiful without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let us no longer talk about the sad stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That made me cry and left you deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Together, left alone in this once beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My days and your nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both look at the same end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby lover, let's close our eyes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (can you see the light?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (there ain't no one here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (It's our only way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (Don't be scared my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (There'll be song for you/I'll sing a song for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (And let the flowers rejoice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My heart, inside has been wandering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally it has found its path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If we were together every other morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hugging the entire sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We would have shown everyone this happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let us no longer talk about the sad stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That made me cry and left you deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Together, left alone in this once beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My days and your nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both look at the same end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby lover, let us fall asleep together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (can you see the light?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (there ain't no one here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (It's our only way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (Don't be scared my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (There'll be song for you/I'll sing a song for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (And let the flowers rejoice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just holding my hand, deeply fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Comfortably, your body; just lean against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The painful love: no longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to wrap you in my presence and fall asleep, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just know the things you want for I want to give you everything, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The things left from this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Only believe in the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The darkness and sadness covers us every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All you have to do is want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All you have to do is, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All it has to be is me who loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The scent of your breath as it touches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I quietly hold your hand and I want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feel it: together you and I, become the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is liberated when it's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let us no longer talk about the sad stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That made me cry and left you deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Together, left alone in this once beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My days and your nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both look at the same end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby lover, let's close our eyes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let us no longer talk about the sad stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That made me cry and left you deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Together, left alone in this once beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My days and your nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both look at the same end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby lover, let us fall asleep, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (can you see the light?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (there ain't no one here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (It's our only way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (Don't be scared my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (There'll be song for you/I'll sing a song for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Give it up, give it up (And let the flowers rejoice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you see the light in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CLAZZIQUAI. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Romeo N Juliet - Clazziquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how they're just two guys and a girl: Horan, Alex and DJ Clazzi. The DJ mixes it all and creates such beautiful music :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;And the harmony of Horan and Alex are just heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;If only I could find a guy like this, I'd thank my stars, kiss my toys and never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't understand what I just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3514611962676110283?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3514611962676110283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3514611962676110283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3514611962676110283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-this-song.html' title='Love this song.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1603624964753338047</id><published>2010-08-16T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:02:20.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the autumn sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A rendezvous in the night surpasses all joy on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Qi Xi Jie, the 7th day of the 7th month in the lunar calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are two or more versions of the story behind Qi Xi Jie, which means Seventh Evening Festival if literally translated. :) I like this version. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zhi Nu is the 7th princess of heaven, a weaver of clouds and daughter of Jade Emperor and Wangmu, the queen of heaven. Niulang is a normal cow herder on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Both met and both fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have no idea if it's related to the puteri kayangan and the earthly mortal who, bewitched by beauty, stole her magical, celestial clothes and made her flightless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only thing important here is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you feeeeel the loooooove tonight :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This was greeted with disapproval from Wangmu, so with a flick of her hairpin she separated them with a river in the sky, now known as the Milky Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wangmu eventually felt bad for them and decided that they could meet on only one day, the 7th day of the 7th month each year: she would send magpies to form a bridge over the river so the two lovers can meet for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, love. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;credit: http://chineseculture.about.com/od/chinesefestivals/a/QiXiJie.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1603624964753338047?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1603624964753338047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/across-autumn-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday Hema Gunasagaran :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From Standard 2 in Moral, we've hit it off like nobody's business and are probably the only people that still write old fashioned letters with pen to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had our first fight in Std 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Failed attempt at outraged heroism in the same year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grew up together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shared all crush stories, what a CONFUSING time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faced a death together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And grew stronger together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you have the greatest day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4961400549013670173?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4961400549013670173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-saw-me-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4961400549013670173'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahaha! It was the only reason I went, but surprisingly SMK Seri Hartamas' International Understanding Day was amazing! Not in an OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGG way, but it's like a sleeper hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tons of amazing acoustic acts, great bands and dance routines that take you by surprise. Dang, I didn't know that all of them can dance like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akouein did a mash-up (medley? meh) and it was so goooooooood :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha. My favourite bands were Wanted Symphony and Revellers, because they do their thang well :D Wanted Symphony was just crazy! They have so much energy, it's amazing. And all of them are cute :D ahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Andrew (the lead guitarist) just "became one" and menjiwai his guitar; it's so cool onstage, he didn't really look at the audience much and was really into the sounds he made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Daniel (the keyboardist/lead vocal) was amazing! He could play the keyboard, sing his heart out AND jump like crazy away from the keyboard then go back to it with a bang. I know it's kinda silly to be swept up by gimmicks but this is one I'd fall for, over and over again. I thought his voice'd be slightly deeper, but his voice can hit those tricky notes and I just lost my point XD if he'd had a deeper voice it'd be weird :D ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The bassist, Aaron (?!): I dunno if it's just me or the light but I think that person onstage has gotten cuter since the last time I saw him? Maybe it wasn't Aaron? I DUNNO XD but he was so cute OMG doing the harmonies and bass! I'd fall for anyone who can harmonize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The drummer was just WICKED. :D I think his name is David. He's so cute :DDDDDDDDD he couldn't really be seen, so I had the impression that he was small-sized but he started playing and suddenly, everyone was just jumping and going crazy to the addictive beat. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Revellers were also quite good. I thought they were a really rock Malay rock kind of band, but they surprised me and started playing these ballads with a bit of jazz incorporated in their songs with meaning in their lyrics. They're.. quite good! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Smackers XOXO and Midnight Mystery were VERY good. The Smackers crew busted their hiphop moves like there was no tomorrow. And Midnight Mystery did a very languid, sensual number; it was great! Reena you take mai breath away :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in all I had a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I saw DODOL! :D He looked different, wore a different pair of glasses, a deceptively simple white shirt with black pants and a necklace, the sort with a black band and a metal plate as a pendant. :D you looked good! (if you're reading XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I spent a lot of time beside Wei Xuan and with Sabina and Maisarah :D AND I SAW LIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO CUTE EDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maisarah and Sabina are so fun to be with :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3494824180547813407?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3494824180547813407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/ohhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3494824180547813407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3494824180547813407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/ohhh.html' title='OHHH'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6858834873919189318</id><published>2010-08-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:15:56.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister bonding is epic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't believe my ears and eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both Mandy and Chloe (aged 15 and 11) are doing karaoke to Kelly Clarkson, Katy Perry, etc; singing their hearts out with the volume on LOUD in front of the computer with lyric videos playing. XD And Pa is watching a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my family :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No matter how much pain we go through, there's always love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6858834873919189318?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6858834873919189318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/sister-bonding-is-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6858834873919189318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6858834873919189318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/08/sister-bonding-is-epic.html' title='Sister bonding is epic'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8626163261132575768</id><published>2010-07-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:44:24.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No way NO WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna see Wei Xuan in a dress :'D I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the day International Understanding Day AND MTV World Stage happens, so it should be an exciting day for most :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the Interact board (as much as I'm "against" them, because English Club members always enter the club, then ditch it for the Interact Club when they're old enough hahaha) did their best this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everywhere I look I see people practising for The Day and it has come. So put your best foot forward, good luck and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BRING YOUR HORSES TO THE FORE 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(It's a Chinese expression: Bring it on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll post about the whole event later. See you then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8626163261132575768?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8626163261132575768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-way-no-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8626163261132575768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8626163261132575768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-way-no-way.html' title='No way NO WAY'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4812211098993754683</id><published>2010-07-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:00:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you but I never said it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lazy Sunday Morning - Clazziquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What a perfect song for me and me blog :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wore my heels out today for the first time. I felt incredibly tall :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I saw Nabilah! She's so pretty. And well-dressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I trimmed my fringe a bit, it's sort of short but I love it! I've always wanted a really short fringe anyway, so this is... going halfway XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAIRSTYLES I'D LIKE TO TRY (not in order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Short pixie boyish cut. With the really short short fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Alice Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Long big curls with bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. BANGS with shoulder length hair that curls inwards a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. BANGS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. I don't think I'd look good in bangs :( BUT BANGS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. Straight hair. HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. Some urban modern look paired with black squarish glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. Side fringe with poofy curly chin length hair :D refer to the girl in Sweety - Clazziquai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The song SWEETY IS LOVE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Free flow red red red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;etc etc dan sebagainya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm tired of crushing like hell on someone for a bloody long time, hoping for them to see me only to have them go crazy for another lovelier, prettier, smarter, funnier etc. girl. I know, apparently there are only a mere handful in the world that are like that but it's not once, twice but THREE TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So many girls like that is it?! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll just save my weirdly expressed feelings for later. I'm ready to be a PLAYER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This outburst isn't wholly random. I stumbled upon an old-ish bookmark I made, with a simple ugly picture and the words, "You make me feel like I'm on top of the world." And then a strawberry Metoo I bought in China. And then remembered an old frog I made. And a card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I count them all as experience. I even base some of my fictional characters on them, gathering the little things and quirks that make me fall so hard and putting them all into my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have pictures and the written word on my side, and I shall keep on hoping for every one of you to go get some of that magic they call love :D find it, let it break you, make you cry and laugh, then come back and tell me ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I promise likewise(?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4812211098993754683?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4812211098993754683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-you-but-i-never-said-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4812211098993754683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4812211098993754683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-you-but-i-never-said-it.html' title='I want you but I never said it.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-9090220461777759105</id><published>2010-07-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:35:37.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly TV talking by itself in the living room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lazy Sunday Morning - Clazziquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Clazziquai :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TV's on in the lounge area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My sister sleeps faster if the TV is on. Especially if Family Guy is going to play at night. She'd sleep just before it plays XD XD hahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's so nice to sleep with the TV on, listening to its soft mumble as you slowly close your eyes, never really comprehending what's making all those people laugh in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kukukukukukukukuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://idontwannaever-loveanother.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://idontwannaever-loveanother.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She may not have the best spelling in the world but it shows how she talks and expresses how she feels. And that's called great writing with feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YES I'M PRAISING YOU DISALLOWED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;KUKUKUKUKUKUKUKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love you Mandy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-9090220461777759105?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/9090220461777759105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-tv-talking-by-itself-in-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9090220461777759105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9090220461777759105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-tv-talking-by-itself-in-living.html' title='Silly TV talking by itself in the living room.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4308468126513193282</id><published>2010-07-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:05:46.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Per aspera ad astra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through the night to the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai seh. :D Hello everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been really weird. Not good, not bad. Just really.. weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think it's a good thing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's an event happening this Friday in Bangsar called the Bangsar CF Amazing Race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Where: Bangsar Gospel Centre, opposite Starbucks near Bangsar Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When: 2.00 to 4.30 maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What: A fun activity where everyone's invited! :D It's like a short bite-sized version of Amazing Race on AXN hee hee. XD Find a friend and pair up, as groups will be assigned by pairs on the spot. It's gonna be so much FUN 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Transport: Working on it, but right now we have transport from and back to school. Limited seats XD ahahahahahaha I'm kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ask me about it. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Make time for this event as it's gonna be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TEEHEE bad pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4308468126513193282?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4308468126513193282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/per-aspera-ad-astra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4308468126513193282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4308468126513193282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/per-aspera-ad-astra.html' title='Per aspera ad astra'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1682976019582979362</id><published>2010-07-15T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:32:02.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like you (no, I love.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wo Xi Huan (Bu, Wo Ai) - Yan Jue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;我喜欢你的眼&lt;br /&gt;wo xi huan ni de yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;看着我的眼&lt;br /&gt;kan zhe wo de yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;looking into mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;我喜欢你的脸&lt;br /&gt;wo xi huan ni de lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;贴著我的脸&lt;br /&gt;tie zhe wo de lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;close to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;我喜欢你的手&lt;br /&gt;wo xi huan ni de shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵著我的手&lt;br /&gt;qian zhe wo de shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that takes my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;我喜欢你的口&lt;br /&gt;wo xi huan ni de kou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吻著我的口&lt;br /&gt;wen a wo de kou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lightly kissing mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*时间在改变&lt;br /&gt;shi jian zai gai bian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The times are changing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不要改变&lt;br /&gt;ni bu yao gai bian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You; please don't change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;ing wei wo hen ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Because I love you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想要你放弃爱情&lt;br /&gt;bu xiang yao ni fang qi ai qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't want you to give up on love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;尤其这段得来不易&lt;br /&gt;you qi zhe duan de lai bu yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Especially now, when it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;我爱你 真的是很爱你&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ni zhen de shi hen ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love you, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以想就这样继续爱下去&lt;br /&gt;suo yi xiang jiu zhe yang ji xu ai xia qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I want our love to go on this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;credits: Top10 Pinyin Lyrics. I translated! I TRANSLATED! :'D&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;What a cute upbeat song :D I was mis-led! I thought from his pictures he'd be a serious and ballad person, with a deep voice as smooth as honey.&lt;br /&gt;Instead he surprised me with his refreshing clear voice and an amazing skill to say things really quickly XD&lt;br /&gt;And then he inserts a little jazz into his songs that I simply love. He's so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Happy, upbeat, I can just imagine him smiling as he sings his songs instead of the seriousface hottay on the Chinese newspaper. I'm still going through the album and he seems like a kind of sensitive and playful person through the songs, melodies and them funky high notes with the mellow chords.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to know him.&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;After 20 minutes: Oh, they're quite a few lovely songs in his album!&lt;br /&gt;I love it, so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Wei Xuan :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1682976019582979362?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1682976019582979362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-you-no-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1682976019582979362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1682976019582979362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-you-no-i-love.html' title='I like you (no, I love.)'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2213566391873626491</id><published>2010-07-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:29:33.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've begun to pursue a lonely freedom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red Bean/Hong Dou - Khalil Fong/Faye Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a beautiful song with so many hidden gems of lines in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A funny and cute girl called me cute in tuition today. I'm not cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know why she or Alaina or some other people call me cute XD I'm long, lanky, dark, incapable of speaking well. I spout random things that make no sense. I'm more quirky than cute, whuuuuut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look at Brice, or dodol. They're much cuter :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I'm going to tell you a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's about Nobody and Somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nobody once used to be in a group of friends who over the years, drifted apart. You know. These things happen right. Break time in school was a people-watching affair. He watched as people go by in pairs, in groups, laughing as they walked leisurely to the cafeteria. And he'd smile. He doesn't envy them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somebody considers Nobody his best friend, but due to circumstance somehow he's got two circles of best friends. Where one is present, the other is naturally left alone. Mutually exclusive, where both cannot happen at the same given time. The bigger circle is better to be with, what with all the constant crazy laughter and joy. Nobody remembers the time where he used to do that. Now, cliques have formed their rigid barriers and people are unwilling to change. They might accept Nobody for a little while, but Nobody similarly does not want to intrude or frankly, be close to them. If Nobody can't have the one he wants, he'd live without the best. They can't replace number one in Nobody's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nobody soon became like a nursery's wallpaper; rainbows, sunshine and pastel colours the whole day through yet nobody really pays attention to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nobody doesn't mind. It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somebody doesn't want Nobody to pull away but things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So. It's okay you know. :D things will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The end(?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2213566391873626491?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2213566391873626491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/youve-begun-to-pursue-lonely-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2213566391873626491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2213566391873626491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/youve-begun-to-pursue-lonely-freedom.html' title='You&apos;ve begun to pursue a lonely freedom.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2056621534373568990</id><published>2010-07-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:46:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't yet experienced the warmth of a waking kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red Bean/Hong Dou - Khalil Fong/Faye Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would it be like, a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What a curious thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For two people who feel that fickle feeling, love. For them to feel the same about each other and share a kiss without feeling self-conscious at that moment, leaning in to feel the other person's lips on yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe it's different for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess the kiss depends on the depth of feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2056621534373568990?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2056621534373568990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-havent-yet-experienced-warmth-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2056621534373568990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2056621534373568990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-havent-yet-experienced-warmth-of.html' title='I haven&apos;t yet experienced the warmth of a waking kiss.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-132937454433624052</id><published>2010-07-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:08:34.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ditched you again, Leanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not come this Friday too? I think. Going to Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I've got a fever and stomach problem... XD and I don't want to go to the doctor. Why go when I can obtain active natural immunity on my own? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-nerdmomenthahahahaha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is it weird that I want to be a doctor/musician someday? When I hate going to the doctor's place unless I'm really REALLY sick? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel like vomiting today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going to school later though, to pass up PEKA and do scouts registration. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe it's my body lashing out against me because of all the stress I put myself under. So all emotional, I threw my hands in the air and said FUGGIT, I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked my dad if I could have breakfast with him, and he (who's sick and incapacitated) showed gentleness and said yes. He said he understands the stress factor and sometimes all you want to do is just brush it all off, lock it up in Pandora's box and sleep. Later can open the bloody box again but you'd be refreshed and there's always hope, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you Pa. You may be really stubborn and hard-headed and fuss about the small stuff all the time but I know it's because of circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we went to Restoran Kak~ :D I LOVE RESTORAN KAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You all should go visit. HAHAHA. It's near the Sri Cempaka school in Damansara, near all the Jalan Setia-xxx (ie. Setiabudi, Setiabistari, etc). It's the only shop I know that sells these amazing kuih-muih in the early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been going since I was 9! XD I really like the way they make the egg sponge cake, the butter pau, a fried kuih with glutinous rice in the middle and yau zha kuih. They have paus too, they're really really cute and bite-sized but delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;An uncle and his wife runs the place and it hasn't changed one bit since I was 9. Maybe the workers changed lah but other than that, same patrons, same tables and chairs, same coloured plastic sheet roof and same delicious teh tarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahhaa :D eeee, shameless unpaid advertising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What're you waiting for??? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I'm refreshed! Back to school; see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-132937454433624052?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/132937454433624052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/132937454433624052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/132937454433624052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5860771249968696553</id><published>2010-07-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T06:50:56.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never ask for more than your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You - Khalil Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What started this feeling is pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;xxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLw5s81Xotg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLw5s81Xotg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my goshhh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's so cute in this video, especially that longing look he gives the girl in the classroom while he was writing the love letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The way he held her in his arms when they danced, so natural, intimate yet respectful of personal space. The girl just lights up with a smile from the heart... so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then I watched the Red Bean cover of his and the lyrics hit home. I know the original is by Faye Wong but his version is so simple, so beautiful. Why is he always singing about a love so painful yet worth it? Or a love just out of his grasp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The small little melancholy smile he did at the end of the video took my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You've never seen something truly beautiful and heartbreaking until you see someone you love smile like that.&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/5428266512005252932-5860771249968696553?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5860771249968696553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-never-ask-for-more-than-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5860771249968696553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5860771249968696553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-never-ask-for-more-than-your-love.html' title='I&apos;ll never ask for more than your love.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3573969173957003381</id><published>2010-07-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:00:38.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if your day is still beautiful without me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romeo N Juliet - Clazziquai Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I'm doing the same things over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bathe. Eat. Tuition. Bathe. Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, didn't I bathe like this yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't I eat a big dinner yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I feel hungry then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh we're gonna eat dinner again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;............................ ngeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having breakfast is my way of breaking the cycle. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish I had the means to make every day different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was visited by a moth yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Malays, Indians, Chinese and maybe other races have this belief that moths are a symbol for souls coming back to visit the people they love. Have you watched Bleach? Them lost souls turn into awesome black butterflies after they've been purified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The moth that visited me was a medium-sized moth with a cute plump, furry body that perched on the wall above my bed. After I bathed and dressed in my pyjamas, I saw it and was surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean, a soul came to visit me specially :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took a towel and approached it, saying hi and what are you doing here? The moth had many shades of brown on its wings, creating patterns of dots and stripes while at its head there were these pair of soft black eyes just staring at me. Surprisingly it wasn't creepy at all, just a rather curious gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It then flew a bit and landed gracefully on my towel. It may not be as beautiful as the colourful butterflies, but moths have a certain mystery to them. Look closely and you can see these many patterns on them and most moths I've encountered are HUGE, with sweeping wings and the occasional eye-patterns painted on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My moth had a little bit taken out of its left wing though... so it couldn't fly properly. I chased it a bit as it flew, giddy like it was high. Finally, I took it out to the balcony. It magically started to fly down to the big streetlamp facing my balcony, and I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was weird, and it moved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What if..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3573969173957003381?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3573969173957003381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wonder-if-your-day-is-still-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3573969173957003381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3573969173957003381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wonder-if-your-day-is-still-beautiful.html' title='I wonder if your day is still beautiful without me'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1735764022974715583</id><published>2010-07-07T06:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:47:05.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF DEVI'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dream since Form 3 was to fill up 3 tables with us Christian Fellowship members under the shade of those leafy romantic trees of Devi's Corner just like in Szetho's time but HOW THE CRAP CAN WE DO THAT IF YOU CLOSE DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And become a bank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least we did use three tables once, two weeks ago. :) I guess that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still! Why my yearrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AJFSDFSCNOWEYCGVFSMGJFWEIKPOSFKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should explain myself. XD I'm the president of Christian Fellowship, the figurative mom of all my members :3 hahahahahahha. I love being able to get close to all of them in God's presence and have fun with them each Friday of the week, sometimes with a break in between. I like playing the guitar and leading worship, I like being able to sing in front of them and they have some measure of fun. I like prayer groups where we just talk about anything, I like sharing word because we all get something like a post-it note in our minds throughout the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;However, throughout the years our numbers have dwindled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In addition to that, the new headmistress didn't let us have a meeting of Christians or non-Muslims in general during their annual big prayer in the beginning of the year. It was horrible! I couldn't see why we couldn't pray as well while spreading the word that there was a Christian Fellowship organization in our school. No one knows about it, NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay maybe a few. But NOT ENOUGH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's the first time we didn't have this meeting ever since I stepped into the school. And I can assure you it's been done before I was in SMKSH as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I told her it was a tradition, but she wanted the right platform to hold this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I've gotten past that, asking everyone to spread the word by mouth and I try to be as persuasive as possible to get people in ;D I prayed once for it. Then Mandy got June in, then got Jayne, Celeste, Alex, Janine and Gary in. AND I WAS LIKE 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, our long time venue, Canaan Church wasn't available to us anymore; Pastor Daniel is expanding the church and slotting a new ministry in the time slot we have our CF, so it's kind of... awkward. So he told us, and I was absolutely devastated. I couldn't think straight for a week. I guess it's my fault, because I've started CF late this year (April). I take the blame lah, but I felt so bad for the members because I didn't know what to do. So I prayed for this too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you know what? Cheng Jin (gotta love him :D) saved all our asses by suggesting we go to the park! :D If we're gung ho enough that is. So I got everyone to the park, and they were willing to come :'D I'm so proud of them. We had 2 sessions in the park and scouting sessions with Cheng Jin and Jeffrey, where we went around looking for possible locations where CF could be held. It was a little off-putting since we went on a Friday afternoon when no one was in ANY church, so we just got their numbers and headed our separate ways. Joyce got the number of a pastor of a nearby River of Life Sanctuary church and I sms-ed the pastor after some time, because I took time to mull things over and school was getting busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you know what? One of the youth leaders (which later became known and loved as Soon Seng and Anne) replied my sms and emailed me! And then we got to know each other and used their own youth place called Stamped, where they have air con, drums, a keyboard, a whole lot of space, a toilet, projector and more than we could've asked for. I was so bloody happyyyyy :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we got past that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But now, now DEVI'S IS CLOSING DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't move on :'( they didn't even give us any bloody notice! D: I feel so cheated. Hahahahaha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll miss so much, like the payasam, the uncles, the kakak-s. I hope they move some place else and not disappear altogether :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1735764022974715583?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1735764022974715583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/wtf-devis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1735764022974715583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1735764022974715583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/07/wtf-devis.html' title='WTF DEVI&apos;S'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7500410468011531282</id><published>2010-06-29T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:07:53.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>都為了愛,愛,愛.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khalil Fong - Ai Ai Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All for love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in love with Khalil Fong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you in my life. I want to know the stories of your childhood and who made you write those songs where you couldn't be with the one you love. I want to know why you like jazz and R and B, I want to learn guitar from you. I want to learn Mandarin from you in your voice so smooth and honest. I want to steal your glasses and make you see me as a blur picture and not in detail, where we can love each other's lovely side and leave the slightly bad apple quirks for later. Oh Khalil Fong :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Your songs have everything I love AND your mellow voice that has a few hidden personalities. They serenade me to sweet dreams, they challenge my view on things, they make my belief in love that much stronger.They make me want to write as well as you do, with all sincerity and frank feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You make me melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm in love! :D Ahahaahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I come out and see myself as I am through other people's eyes. I usually don't really care and continue doing my own thing, but sometimes I get curious and ask people what they think of me. Normally all would come back positive but now all I see are negative things about myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've gotta work hard and combat all this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've got to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:) wish me luck. If I succeed, I'll thank you for reading and just being here to listen to what I have to say inside. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7500410468011531282?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7500410468011531282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7500410468011531282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7500410468011531282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html' title='都為了愛,愛,愛.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-390587548582473514</id><published>2010-06-25T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:44:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>そう, おもいが あれば.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Begin - DBSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if we are apart, we still can share something if we have our memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 8 today. The sun was streaming down in seemingly touchable golden rays, the birds were chirping and the air was so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What a wonderful day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HI DODOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is for when you check around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday I had a heart-to-heart talk with Wye Zhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We talked about DBSK and how fast they changed from one hell of a band with amazing bonds to now, where they broke into halves and they don't talk to each other. They were such a big part of our lives, in Form 2 and 3; we talked about their antics, their looks, their quirks and everything. Wye Zhi wrote, Hema read, Chandni laughed along with me, Wei Xuan dominated the games, Leanne tried to beat her at it. (Sorry, I truly am but for me, these are the core LGGs.) It was so fun! And then we could actually have two or three whole periods going on and on about DBSK, a bit of Super Junior, playing games they played on variety shows like catch the mouse or dibi dibi dib and then after that, we moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah. Super Junior then hahahahaha. They were really cute, but the members' names kept flying past my head. Except Eunhyuk, Kangin, Siwon and Heechul. Oh yes HEECHUL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We played "rollercoaster" which wasn't much of a game but it was super fun. We laughed about everything like mad people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We talked all the time about Chandni's many love interests (who are all into her, the lucky girl), my uncanny ability to attract slightly weird people, Hema's silly boys who couldn't see her for the wonderful person she is, Wye Zhi's amazingly whimsical and hilarious fic which always came one chapter by one chapter and then she'd go and edit the death out of it. It was crap amazing. Wei Xuan bullied Hema with Chandni and Leanne... wasn't much of a talker then. I didn't really know her, now that I think back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now she's proud to shout whatever she thinks and sing Baby like a man who ate chalk. Hahahahaha, she's so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's an amazing person. Always scolding me like a mom, and taking care of me as well. But then.. now I feel like she's pulling away from me. I mean, I know lah they really like K pop and I try to like it as much as they do by getting into a little more Super Junior. I still feel left out when they're talking about them, like, WTH I'm here and yet you're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel.. hurt by the little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know. So stupid. There's so many other things but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS PART 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still miss her. I wonder what it'd be like if she didn't get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wouldn't have made up with Wye Zhi, I think. I'm thankful for that, at least. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really like playing the Nintendo DS. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Games like Rhythm Heaven, Elite Beat Agents, Ninja Gaiden Dragon (where I'm the hotness, Ryu Hayabusa) and definitely The World Ends With You DRAG me without mercy to the screen for hours on end. XD I can't keep my hands off it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why Nintendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-390587548582473514?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/390587548582473514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/390587548582473514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/390587548582473514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='そう, おもいが あれば.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-9072996364494701908</id><published>2010-06-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:00:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; went down to the minimarket today wearing my slippers&lt;br /&gt;I said hi to a friend of ours who lives in the condo&lt;br /&gt;I got lip gloss! :'D&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her, touched&lt;br /&gt;I reached the minimarket&lt;br /&gt;I bought tape&lt;br /&gt;I twirled&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with a spring in my step&lt;br /&gt;I took off my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that I have them on the wrong way round.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&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/5428266512005252932-9072996364494701908?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/9072996364494701908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9072996364494701908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9072996364494701908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-i-am.html' title='Old, I am'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5407651834837372702</id><published>2010-06-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:34:58.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world had less colour without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darling I Do - Landon Pigg and Lucy Schwartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NGEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Shrek Forever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know that I don't like it when a duet title has the word "featuring" in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I memang tak suka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha. It's like this is my song, and you're just a little part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whereas it's a combined effort that makes the song fly. Ainnit. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I LOVE I LOVE the song Darling I Do. It's so sweet and simple with such hearfelt lyrics and wonderful vocals~ Landon Pigg surprises me! Based on his name I thought he'd be a little weird, but he's so cute and has such a soothing wonderful voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lucy Schwartz has a unique voice! I listened to When We Were Young before, and I liked her rich voice. But in Darling I Do, both their voices sound so perfect together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NGEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't seem to load it though, the connection's so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And not many videos have been posted on Youtube. Download the video juga tak boleh. :(&lt;br /&gt;I shall survive. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm in Penang! Chloe and I followed Pa up for a business trip, and now we are a bit restless in the room. So we watch Spongebob in Malay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's so windy here, it's amazing. The air conditioning in Hotel Royal is so cold, but adjustable so it's the wonderful kind of little chill. Hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went down with my sister to eat the complimentary hotel breakfast this morning. They had the usual breakfast spread, which is every wonderful delicious thing we love. Mee goreng, nasi lemak, Western breakfast consisting of ham, sausages, French toast, baked beans and all that. And then the dessert corner, which has fruits and tarts, etc. and then the hot and cold drinks and THE BEST PART OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CEREAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've had a craving for Koko Krunch for the LONGEST time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I approached the see-through plastic pitcher for Koko Krunch with wonder, there was this dude who passed by. This guy was buff, with nice defined arms and he wore a rusty orange polo which offset his frame quite nicely. He was a bit taller than me and popped his collar, so I didn't think much of him lingering round the cereal corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Initially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I poured the lovely brown curls into my shallow bowl, I was a bit surprised when he lined up behind me, looking at the pitcher in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My eyebrows shot up, my eyes went wide and I said "SORRY" and then realized something incredible: "OHH you want the Koko Krunch too?" I exclaimed. A little too excitedly. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"UHHH.. yeah.." he said, a little taken aback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See? Not all guys who pop their collars are arrogant pricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5407651834837372702?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5407651834837372702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-had-less-colour-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5407651834837372702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5407651834837372702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-had-less-colour-without-you.html' title='The world had less colour without you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1858809125314520129</id><published>2010-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:44:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know my heart that loves you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please Love Her - Ha Dong Kyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Jamkkan gidaryeojullae jigeum derireo galge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;wae jakku ulgiman hani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;malhe malhe eodi-e inni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;niga saranghaneun sarami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neoreul dugo gan geoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beuro deryeoda julge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;kaja kaja barami cheoga-unikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Neoreul ullineun geu sarami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;mweoga geureoke joheuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;neoneun moreuji neoman moreuji neoreul saranghaneun nae mameul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;georeumi neurin naega meonjeo gaji mothaeseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;nae jaril ppaetkkin apeun sarangeul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Neo-ui eunneun moseubi nuguboda yeppeunji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;geu saram algina hani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;jeongmal jeongmal algodo neoreul ulliniireum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;moreuneun dangshinege butak hanaman haneunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Saranghaejweoyo saranghaejweoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;naega saranghaneun geunyeoreul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sangshini na daeshine gajin na-ui geunyeoreul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;hamburo darul saenggakhamyeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andweyo s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aranghaejweoyo nae ma-eumdo mollajuneun geunyeoreul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;geunyeoga saranghaneun saram dangshininikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;naboda manhi saranghaejweoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;dashineun ullijineun marayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will you wait for a bit? I will come now to pick you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do you only keep crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me, tell me where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Did the person you love just leave you and go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I will take you home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Let’s go, let’s go because the wind is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is so great about the person that makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don’t know, you don’t know my heart that loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I couldn’t get there first because I was slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The pain of the love that took my spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Your laughing face is more beautiful than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Do you even know that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Does he really really know and still makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I ask you, whose name I don't know, for a single favour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please love her, please love the girl that I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You who have her instead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can't just think about something else recklessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Please love her, you who do not even know my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Because the one she loves is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Please love her more than me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Please don't make her cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The lyrics are so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's so... it's so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1858809125314520129?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1858809125314520129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-know-my-heart-that-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1858809125314520129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1858809125314520129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-know-my-heart-that-loves-you.html' title='You don&apos;t know my heart that loves you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6353045333126456809</id><published>2010-06-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:20:55.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I DO APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG ASS POST :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up today stirring in and out of consciousness, hearing outside sounds that somehow merged into my vague dream. Then suddenly, my body decides to take this huge intake of air and then I felt all refreshed 8D And I sat up, unable to sleep anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's almost like a breath of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it's essential to get it right when you are pretending to sleep hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love Spring Waltz, a Korean drama. I really love it. Although it may be considered a bit old and a little out of the mainstream, the soundtrack is AWESOME (piano and ballads won me over) and the actors are fresh and I just found out that Eun Young's brother is actually Si Won. Which is kind of weird. When I first watched it I loved the silly brother. Now I can't look at this the same HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The actors are a damn fine-looking bunch. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Han Hyo Joo, the girl is just so bloody cute! :D There's so much between the girl and the guy, but because of surreal circumstances they can't be together :( but they did in the end. So. Happy ending for everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seo Do Young is the him of the story. He's a model, actor, singer and can play the piano, OMG. And he speaks German and Japanese 8D Love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other girl of the story is Lee So Yeon. She's a very pretty lady. She has amazingly huge and expressive eyes that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And of course, I can't leave out the best part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Daniel Henney :DD EEEEEEE. His character is called Phillip, half-Korean. He speaks German and he works out in the drama, and he made this speech to Eun Young that I loved to pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something like, "if you can fit this shoe this time, maybe, just maybe, you can be my girl." Then she doesn't understand, of course so he kind of gives up a little, pulls back and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Eunyoung. (frustrated) You don't understand my language... you don't understand my heart." with a little sad smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Philliiiip :'( Phillip is the sweetest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6353045333126456809?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6353045333126456809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/breath-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6353045333126456809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6353045333126456809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/06/breath-of-life.html' title='Breath of life'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6607664033094603962</id><published>2010-05-30T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:11:11.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My guitar has been to Ampang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy belated Wesak Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a holiday, so I decided to go out with Chang Min for a "musical" outing. TEH HEH. I brought along my guitar for he asked me to go to a park near KLCC to play music and sing for fun, while studying English, Korean and Bio just in case. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was really excited! It's my first time someone actually spent time with me to make music with them, so with my guitar safely packed in the padded case (which is a little weird because it doesn't have a strap.. like a handbag hahahahaha) and my Bio notes slit into the bag, I headed out with my dad to Kelana Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*The first person to ask me to play with them is Huan Hee :3 I'm still very touched.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We stopped by this restaurant nearby, where we'd appointed to meet. I was looking around absently, wondering where he was then suddenly he knocked the window and waved. SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My dad sent us to the Kelana Jaya LRT station and from there, we took the LRT to KLCC. On the LRT it was really cold! I didn't know it was so strongly air-conditioned. So we talked and talked about stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's really easy to forget he's 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He let me listen to his current favourite song, an old Korean song by Yun Jae Ha. Then he let me listen to a recording of his voice singing that song... NGEE. It was really good, but the fact that he let me listen to it and said "don't laughing, please" touched me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He decided that we should have a breakfast of roti canai at the third floor of KLCC, so we walked at a slow pace, taking our time. He led the way, and we filled up the space between us with wholehearted smiles, confusing but fascinating conversations and awkward courtesy. We went up to the food court where we went to a shop named Hameed's Nasi Kandar to have their roti canai and honey chicken. It was a bit mahal tapi sangat sedap :D I asked him which sauce he likes with his roti canai, and he said... "curry" XD so he got fish curry and I got dhal. He told me that he checked Ampang Park out, and it wasn't too safe. Therefore, we had to change the whole plan, and there were just so many possibilities in KL, no? He then said he's looked up the Ampang area online, so rajin hahahaha. Apparently there's a little Korean town in Ampang somewhere, so we had a rough plan to go there. Don't know how, but we could always figure it out right :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I told him my sauce was called dhal, like "foot" in Korean (pahl) but with a d. And then he told me, "dahl" in Korean means moon. HAHAHA. He liked the dhal more than the curry in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fish in Korean is cham-chi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cloud is kurum, star is byeol and moon is dahl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, we headed to Juice Works because I've been craving one of their creations since I went out with Leanne to MidValley and bought a Pink Passion or something. It was wonderful. He picked out Berry Burst and insisted on paying, but my stubbornness got me to pay for half of everything we bought from then onwards. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we walked down the escalators, where we saw this girl/guy? wearing pink. When I asked him what he thought of homosexuality a while before, he said, and I quote, "Well everybody.. has their own love style." EEEE. :D "But I don't like boy!" HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So then he quipped to me, "Do you like strong girl?" while nudging in her direction. And I was like, NO. XD I like cute girls more, hahaha. To demonstrate, I did a horrible impersonation of a lala pose hahahaha! And he understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We also came across this whole group of tadika students probably out on a field trip. They were blocking an escalator because someone in front was hesitating at getting on the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have you ever been scared like that when you were younger? Scared of getting on the escalator, the yellow lines chasing after each other so quickly that you were sure you couldn't put one foot between safely. I've been scared of escalators XD I told him that, and waited for them to go, smiling at their attempts. In the end, most of them had to use the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mind you, I was still lugging the guitar around hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We finally walked out of KLCC. He asked around about how to get to Little Koreantown but everyone was like, "Huh?" and couldn't really take the time to understand his words, but they had a vague idea and kept directing us to the other side of the road that had buses to take us to Ampang. Even when we asked a taxi driver, (where he offered us a ride there for RM20) he too directed us to the opposite side of the road; so we politely refused him and sat for a while, mulled it over then finally crossed the road hahahaha. Sorry taxi driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whatever happens, the buses always come back to the same stations. So we took a bus from KLCC to Ampang Point, which was empty when we got on board. Then I dunno what happened, but I started talking to the bus lady, an Indonesian lady named Elly. She was very cordial and chatted us up, talking about the Korean currency, roti canai and Sumatera. And Ampang :D hahaha! She wore this thick dark blue polo shirt with a light long-sleeved shirt beneath it. She had a black pouch around her waist and wore nondescript black trousers. With her glasses perched a bit low, she had to raise her head a little when talking to me or Chang Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OHHH The cutest Korean couple ever got on the bus! The girl was very fair and petite, wearing a beige shirt that flattered her complexion, pink cheeks and fine dark brown hair. The boy was wearing a green striped polo shirt but thank goodness tak pop his collar like arrogant pricks. (No offence if you think you aren't an arrogant prick but pop your collar anyway.) He wore these big black full-frame glasses that looked so incredibly quirky and cute at the same time and they got on holding hands, EEEE :D They took a seat at the back of the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;An Iranian lady also came onboard, with an old Chinese lady with permed, snow white hair following behind. So with these few passengers, we started our way to Ampang Point. When we got there, I didn't know until Elly prompted me XD so we got off, along with the cute Korean couple. Chang Min was like, "Follow them, follow them hahaha". So we followed them, but we pretended to be stalkers and waited till they were a distance away. We followed them up the jejantas, when we saw this sleeping old man without half his left forearm lying down on a piece of cardboard with a plastic cup in front of him. I looked for my purse, fumbling around for a while, found some coins and put it in his cup while Chang Min put one ringgit in. HEE. :) We walked on and suddenly realized that we lost the Korean couple hahahahaha! What lousy stalkers we make.&lt;br /&gt;We caught a glimpse of them as they turned in to a road behind, but we went our own way. So we wandered around, still talking about stuff hahaha. I wasn't too impressed if this miserable row with three Korean restaurants was called Koreantown. XD So we were walking the empty row, then we turned in, walked straight ahead and then saw on our left AND right, rows full of Korean shops, a mamak, libraries, everything! There was a bank, a church, a school nearby, apartments and even a supermarket! OMG, I literally went WUUUUUAAAAHH. Hahahahaha. I was amazed, this really was like a quaint little secluded neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I saw a few students walking past us, wearing pink, green and yellow. I can't really remember. One of them wore those black rimmed glasses and looked me in the eye, so I looked back and nodded politely. Anyway, I turned back and talked to Chang Min. After a while I asked him what they were talking about when they were a bit loud, then he laughingly said "Oh, hahahaha bad word." XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went back to Ampang Point, went up to the karaoke because he told me he missed Korean karaoke and asked for a big room for 1 hour which really isn't that big. The audio was horribly loud and deafening but we enjoyed ourselves like mad! You know when the volume is really loud, you cast aside your inhibitions and let your voice loose? Yeah that's what happened hahaha! I even went out to ask the counter lady how to turn the volume down, but the way she told me didn't work HAHAHA. And that one, called Song Box was a corny karaoke where they turn the volume up really loud and the mics have crazy echo effects like in old Malay rock songs. It was amazing. We played I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing and I came out half deaf with that amazingly poignant chorus in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we got out, of it and said thank you to the counter lady. OH, I must describe this counter lady. Her face was slender with a feminine mouth. Her hair was cut short, spiked like a boy's and it was reddish pink at the tips. She had piercings on her eyebrow and mouth, and OMG, I don't know why but I found it so sexy hahahahahahhaha! SORRY XD She wore a lazy grin with a cocky expression in her eyes, almost like a confident guy. It was so interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When we got out, I asked Chang Min... "boy or girl?" with a mischievous grin on my face. He looked back a bit, then looked at me and said.. "boy?" XD AHAHAHA. I was like "it's a girl!" And he looked back, slightly puzzled and very much amused. I looked at him incredulously, gestured exaggeratedly that she had boobs and we laughed like crazy as we walked out of Ampang Point and back to Koreantown. When we walked the jejantas, the man was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So next, we visited Lotte Mart and looked at their wares. The Lotte Mart there was more like a supermarket, unlike the one we have in Hartamas which has limited stuff and was like a normal minimarket. We were looking around at the drinks, and I asked him which one was nice. He ummed for a while, opened the fridge and took out this cute little can that read Fanta Shaker Hundle Hundle, with bright orange bursts and cute font. Game, I went along with it and we bought two. The nice soft-looking lady at the counter bid us farewell with a small smile as we smiled radiantly back at her. Outside, Chang Min directed me to shake it hard 10 times, so I did. Then he told me it remains solid if I don't shake it, so I was really curious about the contents and looked away when I opened it in case he tricked me and some orange coke was about to hit me in the face. I shook it pretty well. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It didn't burst, so I drank it and OMG, it was heavennnnnnn. It's been such a long time since I had a jelly drink, so I melted and was so happy at the first sip that I took a long draft the second time. They don't have it in Hartamas by the way. :( hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then he called me weird. HAHAHA. Because most people in Korea didn't really like this drink, because pssh, they want drink and not jelly with it, but he quickly says he likes it. So I called him weird too. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We ate at a little Korean place that was empty except for us as people just dropped by to buy a few handmade kimpahp and leave. We sat there and he ordered kimpahp, tteok-ko-chi and another thing I forgot, because now I realize I'm in his turf now. He's the one who can speak Korean. Hahahaha. I put the guitar beside me and then we were served soup and our carefully cut kimpahp roll. They gave us those yellow half-pickles that I love and a small dish of cucumber in bright red chilli mixed a bit with clear liquid. He pointed at it and smiled at me cheekily, saying it's like kimchi. I tried and it was a fresh, sort of cool minty chilli that wasn't too spicy and complimented the cucumber perfectly. It was new and lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in all I fell in love with the kimpahp. PAHHHHP. :D It's a sort of Korean sushi that had cucumber, beef, egg, rice of course and other stuff in it. It was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, we went to ANOTHER karaoke because the Ampang one was a bit of a letdown hahaha. We went to a Korean karaoke this time, a small cosy one with lush green cushion padding and dark brown polished wood frames. There was a small bar tucked inside with the bottles arranged neatly and the soft yellow light filtered through them, giving the pace a sort of secluded ambience. It was really nice! There were a few rooms where people were singing, and the uncle there directed us to a waiting area where we listened to the people in the room behind us, they were so funny. XD Chang Min translated bits and pieces and I laughed my butt off. He talked to the uncle about the price and got us a student discount, yay :D RM30 for an hour for two! It's a good deal if you ask me, hee. The uncle looked me up and down at one point with a slightly weird look. I felt very odd but Chang Min was there so I smiled through, he was there to protect me from weird uncles. :D I cheekily said Anhyounghaseyo hahahaha as we walked into our room. I spent the whole hour listening to him sing his favourite songs, all slow ballads with high notes. OH, I loved it. He was having an off day though, so he drank lots of water. Hahaha :D Finally, upon his insistence, I sang Aubrey by Bread. It was just okay and nothing special, but he told me I was good and "the feel was there". Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that we took another bus to Bintang LRT station in Ampang (which I foolishly thought was Bukit Bintang HAHA) and hitched the STAR LRT to Masjid Jamek and switched to the Putra line back to Kelana Jaya. It took us almost an hour. I didn't know it could take so long. But we had to sit close to each other for it was a three seat bench and an uncle was occupying one seat. NGEE :) we "chatted" to pass the time, which meant scribbling random sentences into his notebook. I tried to sleep but then he wanted to draw my sleepy face, so I slapped myself awake and continued random chatting with him. Hahahaha, he always says things like how are you and I like ___________, it's so cute. He's learning complicated words in British Council, like qualification and economics and antibiotic, I was like WHUUT, kamu belum lagi tahu basicnya D: what lah. I guess I'll leave it up to them if they know what they're doing. I have faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we went our separate ways after dropping him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next day, my arm LENGUH HABIS. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My guitar has done a lot of travelling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6607664033094603962?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6607664033094603962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-guitar-has-been-to-ampang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6607664033094603962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6607664033094603962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-guitar-has-been-to-ampang.html' title='My guitar has been to Ampang.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-724456272766335599</id><published>2010-05-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:40:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nae gaseumi NNUH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bonamana - Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've watched the video three times tonight. Once to laugh like crazy, once to concentrate on Eun Hyuk and once more to stare at Leeteuk. Well you can see the pattern. Imma go play it a few more times. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DANG EUN HYUK. You can daaaaance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leeteuk has such a charismatic face. His nose is so straight and he has very magnetic eyes. HAHAHAHA "are you sure it's the eyes and not the abs" XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sure. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do I detect a little Abracadabra in Siwon HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to STUDY STUDY for Add Math tomorrow. Paper 1! Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's a holiday on Friday! Wesak Day people, on the 28th of May. And then if I'm not mistaken, it's Father's Day on the 30th. Is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's see if our plans work on Friday hmmmm :D we all need a break anyway. It's short, but enough. Then on to war, FOR GOOD GRAAAAADES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Narnia style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Wiggles are coming to town :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lately, I've been reading mangas online. It's so frustrating not being able to draw; I don't know what's come over me, nothing much is inspiring my hand anymore. I want to be better at drawing, but I never have the itch to draw as often as last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But again, Tooyama Ema is GOLD. Cliched, but very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll work on my drawing! I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-724456272766335599?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/724456272766335599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/nae-gaseumi-nnuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/724456272766335599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/724456272766335599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/nae-gaseumi-nnuh.html' title='Nae gaseumi NNUH.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5940887647678651395</id><published>2010-05-22T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:49:47.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Oh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think Jack Johnson sings about the same few girls in his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would love love love to know who inspired him to write Angel and Belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Better Together, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I love his aware, sensitive side too. The News, 3Rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Questions is such a cute song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Cocoon is oh so lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Traffic in the Sky remains my favourite. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT I DIGRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd love to know his angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aww. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5940887647678651395?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5940887647678651395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5940887647678651395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5940887647678651395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-oh.html' title='Oh. Oh?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7774713904086297325</id><published>2010-05-22T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T06:00:57.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'll kiss my lips and I'll blow it to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second Lover - Noah and the Whale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a strange little suicide note wrapped in a happy tune and a British accent. But it's cute. :( I should probably go.. think now. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So. Exams have been lenient :) I was expecting harder questions, but yeah. They've been pretty good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sejarah and Add Math loom ahead though. WOOHOO :D Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went to Kechara's Wesak Day Fair today. We took 15 orphans to enjoy temselves there for a few hours. I saw Chang Min :DD It's a bit frustrating to only see him on Saturdays and not have full conversations at that :( maybe I'll see him again tomorrow. :D Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He invited me out to practise singing and teach me Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanna go. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before going to the fair, we actually visited a home for the handicapped. It was really humbling, seeing most of them lying on the floor with legs as skinny as poles and their feet pointing out at unnatural angles. Some just sat with blank expressions, others ran around like little happy kids. Most of them were with autism or Down's syndrome, but there are also some orphans in the home. A Chinese man came out and greeted us. Slightly handicapped, he greeted us warmly and brought us in to meet Yani, another slightly handicapped person. She was so bubbly and kept shaking our hands, as if forgetting us a few minutes after we've introduced ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mom gave a hat to a Chinese girl with mild Down's syndrome, and she was really happy with it. She was really pretty in her own right, with big, dark eyes, soft hair and really fair skin. Oh, the skin on her feet were so incredibly soft and smooth. She probably never walked in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I went outside and this Indian girl, about 15 and autistic took my hand, pulled me to sit down and then she took both my hands in her warm ones. Her name is Santhi. She had a huge grin on her face, showing her teeth, missing in a few places and jutting out at odd intervals. But it was so wonderful and so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Kak, kakak boleh nyanyi lagu tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Nyanyi lagu apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then she starts singing this tune, pulling me up and down, up and down. A few seconds in, I recognized it as Tong Hua and then gosh, terharu sangat :'D My heartstrings were tugged so swiftly and suddenly, the tears NEARLY came out. But then we sang together, and her smile made me smile back and we kept singing with unaffected delight. Well at least on her part. Then we sang Rasa Sayang, Gong Xi Gong Xi, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Old McDonald, I Love You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Kak, Kakak nama apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, we kept rocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Nama saya Alex, adik nama apa?"&lt;br /&gt;She hugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Nama saya Santhi..... kakak, kak nama apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's so cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then suddenly, another girl pops up beside me, an Indian boy jumped into our cosy circle and plopped himself down on my lap and another girl to my left and we all sang together, like some impromptu choir. Hahahahha, it was really hard to leave them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But it was a good experience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm thankful that I'm normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aren't CHUUUUU :D hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7774713904086297325?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7774713904086297325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-ill-kiss-my-lips-and-ill-blow-it-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7774713904086297325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7774713904086297325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-ill-kiss-my-lips-and-ill-blow-it-to.html' title='But I&apos;ll kiss my lips and I&apos;ll blow it to you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5123960535110070532</id><published>2010-05-15T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:18:11.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is beauty in the breaking, of a heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Broken - Lindsey Haun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have I told you about my funny experiences in HSC? I doubt it, but it made me laugh so hard. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One whole post coming will DEFINITELY be about the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf family, because they make me laugh till my butt falls off. Yes. LMAO. Don't know how that works, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay okay. They make me laugh till my cheeks cramp :D especially a very very cute girl named CASSIE! Paired with Michael, Chris or Illya my stomach sure sakit habis :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But today I'd like to tell you about a little boy and his mom. If you've never been to HSC, well, there's this shop called Sasa on the top floor that sells cosmetic products, perfume and all that shiznit. They always feature a product like DKNY's Delicious perfume, Britney Spears' perfume Circus and lots more. There will be a huge wall poster with vibrant colour and great quality matching the product to catch people's attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this one time, Sasa featured a product that had a wall poster of this sophisticated cartoon beach girl sporting a colourful striped bikini and a straw hat. She wore a pair of squarish shades, and looked to the side to reveal a slim body and her three quarter profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A mother, her little boy of 2 or 3 and a maid with a stroller passed by, just another regular sight in HSC. Suddenly, the little boy jumps up and down excitedly and hops over close to the glass exhibit of the wall poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"MA! MA! Ma~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then the mom, a bit flustered, takes her child's hand and says, "apa nak? What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Tetek ma~ tetek!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Oh ya, tetek tetek eh. Okay. Okay, jom kita pergi! Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the little boy lets the mom drag him away but still jumping up and down, he says "tetek! Tetek!" like he was genuinely happy that he could identify it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO CUTE, HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I couldn't believe my ears at first when he said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Great progress little boy. WOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5123960535110070532?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5123960535110070532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-beauty-in-breaking-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5123960535110070532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5123960535110070532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-beauty-in-breaking-of-heart.html' title='There is beauty in the breaking, of a heart.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8556884813279408892</id><published>2010-05-13T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T06:02:40.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels like a whole damn lifetime without her already and you're telling me it's been 6 months. ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well.... 6 down, a whole life to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I'm gonna dedicate a post to her. Ummm.... it'll be rather stupid and long, so I'd rather you didn't read. Don't say I didn't warn you and warded you off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hi Chandni. It's been really long without you here... mm. I've been making new friends left right and center, so it's been okay. And OMG, it's been getting so busy I SWEAR I'm being avalanched. I've just studied a whole subject today, and I'm gonna knock 'em off one by one as the exams come closer. Oh, they're just breathing down my neck like monsters with... huge nostrils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pn Liew is my Add Math teacher. She's just started on trigonometry, haha! The one you always get frustrated over. Sorry I never got it then. XD Thanks for making me get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You remember that day we were walking back up to class from God knows what, and you actually took my shoulder and gave me a reassuring hug? I love that day. It's imprinted in my mind, the dampness of the air, the secludedness of the corridor, how we were like off in our own world. I think it's because it's the first time you ever hugged me without warning. It was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well.... first and last, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*SLAPS SELF* So depressing hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm writing a letter and burning it in front of you, if I ever visit your place-where-ashes-are-put. NO ONE IS TELLING ME WHERE IT IS. I'm still very frustrated hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wye Zhi and I have made up. In fact, yesterday we went to celebrate by eating at a restaurant called Room Eighteen. We had lots of fun and laughter at the table! :) it's an unexpected circle of friends, but you know. People adapt. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish I could come up with more unimportant small talk, but frankly I don't pay attention anymore. It's like the world is there and I'm.. not. I'm just drifting around, still cacatedly coming to terms with you being gone and all. Ugh, I'm taking so bloody long. WAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You remember DBSK? :D well now I know a person named Chang Min, hahaha! He's a really sweet guy, that's a bit childish in nature but oh, when he opens his mouth and sings, I could melllltttt. Sometimes he also flashes signs of maturity and hints at hidden depths. It's been amazing so far, and I want to get to know him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cookie cutter's still a big fat puzzle. I'm trying to get to know him deeper and understand him and why he's so jaded in some ways. He's so.. fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really want to know how you are right now.. if the streets of heaven really are paved with gold or if you'd be the interior designer of your own pad. XD And maybe you've met people like En Salleh (that'd be weird, so very weird), your grandma, your brother? Perhaps you've grown too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And OMG, maybe you've straightened your hair HAHAHAHA. Don't please! I'd have loved to see it long but NEVER STRAIGHT, hahaha! That'd be odd. Curly hair is your thang, and you pull it off well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's sad that you never turned sixteen. You were so close... I cried the day you passed away, partly because you didn't get to Christmas Day. I'd thought that you'd have made it at the very least, till then. But oh well. :) you'll forever be sweet in your fifteens. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mmm.. there are a lot more to say. I think I'd just write 'em down lah. Expect my letter soon, SQUEEE :D I wonder where your ashes are. Maybe in a river or on a mountain in the Himalayas, like on The Bucket List. Or maybe with your mom? ARH, my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The one who toohs you, Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8556884813279408892?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8556884813279408892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8556884813279408892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8556884813279408892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-months.html' title='6 months?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1141540471897462428</id><published>2010-05-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:59:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OKAY. First off I'd like to say I'm sorry because my posts are all so emo emo and always related to Chandni somehow. I'm sorry. I know it's depressing. I know it's not the usual light fluffy blog stuff. I know it's getting a bit draggy. I know it's so like "UGHHHH" when you see a happy post with an emo emo ending. I KNOW OKAY. Although no one's said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SORRY LOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you understand that this is the perfect outlet for these feelings, because at least half my readers know her and have come to love her strength and tenacity and fighting spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know new readers will be like, WHUUUT when they see a foreign name and don't know the heartfelt backstory that has made me who I am today. I can't possibly say that she passed away each post, like, AMIRITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiyo, I'm sounding like a complete bimbo airhead emptycan. Laugh with me, if you understand. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her presence was kind of like the sun and the capricious wind of my 17 years or so. She warmed me, she opened me up like a timid flower. She swept in, dancing the freaking tango and made me feel so &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt; in that period of time that I could actually talk and laugh along with her and her lame jokes and her awesome trigonometry skills when I forget what the hell soh cah toa is. (Sock a bloody toe in it for all I care. PSSH, trig.) But now I love it, and she's there with me in spirit whenever I need help with trigonometry. She'll be in my head, yelling exasperatedly "SINE IS OPPOSITE OVER HYPOTENUSE ARHHH!" And I'd smile and figure it out from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah. All my posts have something to do with her. So I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just hope that you can cope with me. Cope together with me. Or just cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or else.. you can go visit the other blogs on my friend list :) leave me be to emo emo. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And as they say it in China, ARRRIIIIIIIIIVEDERCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whee. Copa, copacabana! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry. A little trippy tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1141540471897462428?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1141540471897462428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1141540471897462428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1141540471897462428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/apology.html' title='An apology'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-2108653337156391922</id><published>2010-05-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:34:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I love you in slow motion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karina Pasian - Slow Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ad0cvNJdB2M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ad0cvNJdB2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm :) Chang Min gave me this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People're just giving me more and more songs by the day, I'm so happy! And maybe, sometime soon, I'll be playing the guitar together with a certain friend of mine :D I hope I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was a photoshoot today. It was damn tiring :D I ran up and down to look for people! And then there was some getting to know you deeper time with Dushanth :) I hope I helped, even if it's just a little bit by listening to his frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, only part of his problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just a small slice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HUHHHH. But I still hope I helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then Pn Yong singled me out for not doing so much work today :/ you know the feeling when you're unappreciated? Yeahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I know what I did, so I ain't gonna make her see what I do. It's so insignificant lah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Instead, I'll take it as a lesson and double the amount of work I do during tomorrow's photoshoot session! WOOT POSITIVE THINKING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, why can't I really get to know you, and love you right? ...You left too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-2108653337156391922?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/2108653337156391922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-cant-i-love-you-in-slow-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2108653337156391922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/2108653337156391922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-cant-i-love-you-in-slow-motion.html' title='Why can&apos;t I love you in slow motion?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5071113631902924658</id><published>2010-05-02T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T05:20:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>사랑, 사랑.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever heard a Korean ballad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you haven't, you should check out Love, That Cruel Disease by Wheesung. He does mostly R&amp;amp;B, but this one is really good. I love it! It's really sad and builds up into one really really high note, it almost made me melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, if you have heard a Korean ballad before, hang on. You'll see why I asked later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to pack food at Kechara, a modern Buddhist organization somewhere in Sunway Mas or something like that. I went last week too :) they pack food like bread, biscuits, water and oranges into plastic bags and then distribute them to the homeless regularly. I just went along when I heard from Ma that we're helping the homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went with Chang Min both times, so yesterday we had really nice conversations although his English was really basic. OMG, he's so bloody cute when he tries to make me understand, 'cause he looks away for a while, scratching his head while scrunching his nose up EEEEEEEE :D :D then looks me in the eye and tells me what he has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While we were packing, we occasionally crossed eyes and he'd smile so wide, I can't help but smile back too. After that, we hung out for a while, while waiting for them to gather so that we could start saying a little chant of hope for the needy people out there. Chang Min and Chloe played like little kids, then Chloe napped a bit on my lap while he napped a bit on a chair. Hahahahahaha. It was late, I dozed off for a while too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They gave us a laminated piece of paper that we could read out from, and Chang Min could read well. It's just he doesn't understand it fully, so he's on his way to good English! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, we went to eat a bit because we were waiting for Chang Min's dad to call Ma after he had reached the LRT station nearby. So we were trading little pieces of ourselves through basic English, lots of gestures and radiant smiles. He likes Milo, he's going for British Council lessons, he likes One Piece and also likes drawing... and teaches me Korean. Pang moggoso :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I asked him to sing, in the car so that I can hear his voice and gauge his awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He sang two Korean ballads with his powerful voice, and he went like REALLY HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And his voice is like honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you've heard a Korean ballad, it was just like a studio recording! His voice didn't need any alteration or any fancy shmancy things to make it sound better, he just felt it and sang. It was like he was in his own world, though he was conscious of his voice and pitching. He never went off-key and it was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; I fell in love with him and his voice at the first line he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And even more when he sang a Clay Aiken song and sang "give a little kiss". *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you go. Look out for Moon Chang Min, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love, That Cruel Disease - Wheesung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5071113631902924658?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5071113631902924658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5071113631902924658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5071113631902924658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='사랑, 사랑.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-537361395524958877</id><published>2010-05-01T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:31:16.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me found something pretty neat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valentine - Kina Grannis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SHE IS SO CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahaha. I watched a dozen of her videos and fell in love with her personality, her smile and her amazing voice and songwriting skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SKILLZ, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha :D I never thought she'd be so candid and nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She started off on Youtube, so amazing. She makes tutorials and encourages people to cover her songs, and the way she conveys things is very easy to understand and funny. I now know how to play two of her songs. :D Her lyrics are sincere and heartfelt, it goes straight for your heart and warms it right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't take orders, I'm not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To go further (if one day I finally summon the guts) will be really really nice and amazing, but there are too many complications with all the people that want you and seemingly own you through their actions. Actions speak louder than words right, though they deny it so fiercely? I will not tie you up, I will not smother. I will take you as you are, I'll listen to whatever you have to say and whatever you feel. I'll be there. But I do think we found us something pretty neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love the way we can just talk. XD stupid, but there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss having someone to talk to. Nobody connected with me like you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chandni.... it's raining, and I'm thinking of you. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-537361395524958877?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/537361395524958877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-and-me-found-something-pretty-neat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/537361395524958877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/537361395524958877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-and-me-found-something-pretty-neat.html' title='You and me found something pretty neat.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-8537417335925865131</id><published>2010-04-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:00:32.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need anything but you with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valentine - Kina Grannis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The video is really cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;STUPID GIRLS D: why tear some poor guy up because you won't accept his heart? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you Huan Hee for introducing this singer to me :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her voice is really melodious, honest and bouncy. Somehow. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And she's so incredibly pretty. You can download the song free at her website, &lt;a href="http://www.kinagrannis.com/"&gt;http://www.kinagrannis.com/&lt;/a&gt; if you like it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooh, I hope one day I'd find that person with the other half of a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Labour Day, workers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-8537417335925865131?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8537417335925865131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-need-anything-but-you-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8537417335925865131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/8537417335925865131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-need-anything-but-you-with-me.html' title='I don&apos;t need anything but you with me.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5561295513067565579</id><published>2010-04-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:02:07.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chang Min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PUHAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's so cute. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although he doesn't speak a word of English, he's proven to me that music really is universal. :D He prefers ballads and a little jazz, and he sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apparently his voice is really good. I want to hear it so bad, ASHKJFSKJB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's so adorable! :D he has dyed yellow hair, but his eyebrows remain dark coloured and he pulls it off well. Surprisingly. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His hair flops down the front, and covers most of his forehead but doesn't get into his eyes. He's ALWAYS smiling, even though he doesn't understand a thing when we talk too fast or talk in BM. It's mostly genuine, but sometimes it becomes a confused smile. So cute. :) He's so cute till we don't take notice of his body, but it's really well-built. Amazing shoulder blades, just the right height, oh broad shoulders and a bit on the slender side. He'll get flustered and embarassed if we call him cute. Hahahahah it's so funny. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He sent me a song, by Wheesung on his album Vocolate I think? And it's so goooodd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He goes REALLY high, and the tune is really good. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked him what his 5 favourite songs were, and he told me. I was really happy to find out that he liked mellow kind of ballads! I dunno why. I went home to check them out. ;D then he asked me, and when I thought he had forgotten about me having two more songs to list for him, he prompted me. ...I was happily surprised. Heh *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm trying to learn basic Korean to help him learn English. :) I think I got the basics down, but I need all the names of things now :D I'll work at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wish me luck :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5561295513067565579?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5561295513067565579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/chang-min.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5561295513067565579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5561295513067565579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/chang-min.html' title='Chang Min'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-4921989622243697680</id><published>2010-04-29T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:48:43.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OIIII, mutt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahahha my dad actually used this line on Kitty. She always goes ganas and scratches the chair and runs everywhere like an F1 car. Pa doesn't like that she scratches the chair, so he scolds her again and again but it never gets through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The line works, though. Temporarily. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CF tomorrow is at a new church, for the first time since I was Form 1 and maybe beyond! This is very memorable. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OHH, wish us luck. I hope we make an impression. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I taught someone in tuition how to wish on a star, for fun. :D he laughed, but he wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Try it! :D wish upon the first star you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-4921989622243697680?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/4921989622243697680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/oiiii-mutt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4921989622243697680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/4921989622243697680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/oiiii-mutt.html' title='OIIII, mutt.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1182697641348393593</id><published>2010-04-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:10:29.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I find you, I'll find me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When You Find Me - Joshua Radin and Maria Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday will be a night I remember. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw my first kiss on stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AWW, so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then I saw two guys almost kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AWW, lagi sweet. Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1182697641348393593?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1182697641348393593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-find-you-ill-find-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1182697641348393593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1182697641348393593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-find-you-ill-find-me.html' title='When I find you, I&apos;ll find me.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-9173589379876893627</id><published>2010-04-23T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:48:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, just breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anna Nalick - Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I be excited for this Sunday? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am. Unnaturally excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But it looks like Huan Hee has to go to Kelantan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think she'd be great there, but I feel bad that she'd have to miss it as she's a senior and she's one of the organisers. Who wouldn't want to taste the fruit of their labour right?&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope. I'm gonna see her tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, Alia told me she was getting closer to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I thought, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Closer as in heart? Why yes, I think so too :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that's exactly what I said. Hahahahaha then I realized she was talking about positions in class. Hahahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So the pressure's been off me recently. It's great. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 1: CF takde venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A person from a church nearby contacted me today. (I brought my phone to school, forgot to put it on silent mode, and it rang during Pn Jeet's class. Hahahaha) He sms-ed that he'd like to see how they can help us CF people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 2: Paperwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AUGHHHHH. It's a lot of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they seem to have settled it already. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 3: English Club station games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lotsa people involved yay! Just need to discuss clues. That's the fun part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 4: Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Working at it. I promised myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 5: Friends, or maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pressure 6: Drawing block. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I've taken a rest and feel all pumped up now. I've breathed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-9173589379876893627?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/9173589379876893627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/breathe-just-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9173589379876893627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/9173589379876893627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/breathe-just-breathe.html' title='Breathe, just breathe.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5598665900093078708</id><published>2010-04-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:30:24.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd cheat destiny just to be near you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S86T0FlEgnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Oz3KmMtRa-4/s1600/anna-nalick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462465921107133042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S86T0FlEgnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Oz3KmMtRa-4/s400/anna-nalick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anna Nalick - Wreck of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So. Hi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think Anna Nalick is extremely pretty. Look at those cheeks, that small pert nose, those full lips so full of expression, the dark colour of her hair against her fair skin and those honest EYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus she writes amazing songs with the most haunting, dissonant, yet harmonious chords and lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I would kill to have talent like hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TEEHEE :D no lah, I won't kill. Maybe by some other measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Are my posts hard to read? Because someone once told me it's like English Literature when the person came back from a long day and started reading. Errrr.... sorry then :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry for ditching school today, Leanne SAW. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can tell you honestly that I've wished upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I wished for...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something. :D I can't tell you. It won't work then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Starlight, star bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;First star I see tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish I may, I wish I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have the wish I wish tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;OHH :D&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how to wish. I always look for stars in the night sky. It's relaxing and it gives me hope. :) Nobody does that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;OH BY THE WAY. I forgot to decribe Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*SLAP* I mean Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;He's really tall and muscular. I'd assume that tall and muscular guys generally have short hair, but this guy has long hair, up to his chin, or a bit longer. His eyes speak of many things, but are mostly happy and genuine. I think he's the type of person that is strong, and stands up for what he believes in. His voice isn't TOO deep, but has a nice edge and depth that sort of.. pulls you in. Not many people have that power :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;He has warm, lean and strong hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I think he prefers green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh and he wears full frame glasses, you know the type :D the black squarish urban kind of thing. He pulls it off quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't know much XD I've only talked to him for half an hour, if you count both weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;But you get the picture yes? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I hope to see you soon :D SQUEE.&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/5428266512005252932-5598665900093078708?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5598665900093078708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-cheat-destiny-just-to-be-near-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5598665900093078708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5598665900093078708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-cheat-destiny-just-to-be-near-you.html' title='I&apos;d cheat destiny just to be near you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S86T0FlEgnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Oz3KmMtRa-4/s72-c/anna-nalick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1957728288807481608</id><published>2010-04-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:39:16.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like a BIG, FAT, F*CKING FARCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*slams the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know how she does it. How she juggled everything in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm dying inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not here, I'm not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yet I talk and laugh as if nothing is wrong, like I can't already feel the rift beginning to grow between me and the both of them because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Because both of them are on different sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DIFFERENT, OPPOSING, F*CKING SIDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why can't we just call it quits? It's OVER, for Pete's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's BEEN that way since a few years ago, HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look at me, somebody, and just be in my shoes for one moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you handle being the mediator? Can you handle being friends with both sides, and yet not take sides? Can you handle only talking to one side and then talk to the other side and not talk together like we used to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you take the pressure of growing gulfs between you and the world? Like there's nobody suitable or free enough to take a moment and listen to you and your stupid stories of the day, so you just keep it inside, not sharing the happiness, not doubling it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you handle that both of them also have their own lives, thoughts, cliques, they've moved on and you're still clinging on for God knows what reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm the STUPIDEST, most NAIVE girl on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For f*ck's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And cranky Auntie Mary that comes once a month isn't helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry for being angry. It's not Auntie Mary's fault. It's not their fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's just... they're victims of circumstance, of  the action of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They don't work at it anymore, and they're complacent. They're okay with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So why can't I be okay with it AIHFIBSFBSHNLKDNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At least when she was here I could talk to her about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She told me everything she felt, how frustrated she was, how the isolated one kept evading her questions on this topic. But she was ever the optimist, and kept going for it. Even when she was sick, hahaha. So dedicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry. :) Disregard this whole entire post. I was... weak. I need to be stronger, I can do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You can too. :D if anything, take a good look at this then REMEMBER, there's always someone for you. Look harder. And remember that you can ALWAYS do it, just believe in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just... there are some moments in life where you need someone else to help you along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sigh*..... okay, angry moment over. *slaps self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1957728288807481608?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1957728288807481608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-in-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1957728288807481608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1957728288807481608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-in-between.html' title='Everything in between'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-62388652728555209</id><published>2010-04-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:09:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Damn, girl."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll take that as a compliment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I'm proud to say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I MADE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YEAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I made it onto Alia's Daily Reads roll. I'm touched. :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've recently been going early to Karangan tuition on Sundays. And not for tuition, but for the remnants of Creative Writing class and for the teacher of said class. I miss Ms Dee J :( I used to go for her class and ENJOY it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love writing, so very much. It's such a versatile, playdough-like thing that you can shape anyway you like it, in any language. Some people can't really write, but I think it's because they don't let themselves... go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanted to bring my essays so that teacher could read it during her half hour break, but she hasn't been able to make it lately. She has a friend who alternates with her whenever she tak boleh, so he's been filling in for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I gotta say, cutest English Creative Writing teacher EVERRRRRR :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I value people's criticism, especially my dad's. :D So I just went ahead and introduced myself, and gave my essay to him to read two weeks ago. (untuk ujian punya. I wrote about my first picnic by the sea. :) ) He said it was good stuff, and showed me a part where I went wrong. WHOO HOO :D That's the best thing he could've done. Normally, people would just go on and on about how descriptive it was and how good the essay is, not showing me where I went wrong, which part they thought was awkward. I mean, I just know a few good words and string them together D: I don't really like praise, because I never know how to respond.... it's like they say "but you're so good!" and I just mumble a shy "thank you..? :)" Ugh, if only I knew how to react, what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But oh well. I guess my talent lies in my hands. XD cheh, perasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last week pun I brought a piece that I was really proud of to show Ms DJ... but she couldn't make it that week as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So.. I showed him the piece. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's about missing someone, and how that person has had a great influence in your life. I wrote two and stapled them together, two about two different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He read both. He came out, scared the shit out of me when he suddenly appeared behind me, with a rather wistful yet happy, reminiscent expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wondered why, why does he have that face on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He told me it's really touching, and well-written. I forget things, but thank you for saying well-written. :) I've never had someone say that to me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;So.. think about it. What do you really want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well.. I've thought about it many times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;D: WHYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, *smiles* because I've faced many deaths in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;*STONES* D8 Oh, oh *flails around* I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Because, I know how it must feel. (and his is probably x10 D:) So... I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;*moves to touch his arm, then stops midway and pulls back, hesitantly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Where he proceeds to extend a hand. I shook it, with feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;He's a really great guy. I keep confusing his name and keep calling him Jackson in my head, then I automatically slap myself and correct it: JOHNSON LAHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;D: mong mong cha cha. Hahahahahhaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-62388652728555209?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/62388652728555209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/62388652728555209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/62388652728555209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-girl.html' title='&quot;Damn, girl.&quot;'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3429313659692866581</id><published>2010-04-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:43:55.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(1, 2, 3, 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the days are long&lt;br /&gt;Twilight sings a song&lt;br /&gt;Of a happiness that used to be&lt;br /&gt;Soon my eyes will close (soon my eyes will close)&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll find repose&lt;br /&gt;And in dreams, you're always near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Someone took you out of my arms&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel the thrill of your charms&lt;br /&gt;Lips that once were mine&lt;br /&gt;Tender eyes that shine&lt;br /&gt;They will light our way tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the dreary gray&lt;br /&gt;Of another day&lt;br /&gt;You are far away and I am blue&lt;br /&gt;Still I hope and pray (still I hope and pray)&lt;br /&gt;Through each weary day&lt;br /&gt;For it brings the night and dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Someone took you out of my arms&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel the thrill of your charms&lt;br /&gt;Lips that once were mine&lt;br /&gt;Tender eyes that shine&lt;br /&gt;They will light our way tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;They will light our lonely way tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;What a lovely, lovely song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Especially by Ingrid Michaelson. :) :DDDDDDD I know, dah gila over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Wait for the song to load; I know it'll take a bit long but it's worth it. Oh so worth it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;The laidback duet is done with this other guy, paired with the ukulele and is recorded like it's through a phone, so it creates this playful, buoyant feeling of rindu. And the chords, OMG, music to my ears. I love love love it. :D Thank you Isham Jones. ( he wrote it... IN THE TWENTIES 8D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Whoa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;The photoshoots were less tiring than last year's, because now we have Darren :'D hahahha we didn't have to fit it all in 2 days. Everybody was so active, running around and arranging people, and the students made everyone's day. They weren't defiant and in fact teased us all a little bit as well XD hahahahha! The Form 4s this year really worked together with us, and they are just awesome, random people. The megaphone also was a huge feature in our day; everyone made announcements whether serious or funny. Hahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;It was awesome. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3429313659692866581?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3429313659692866581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-see-you-in-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3429313659692866581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3429313659692866581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-see-you-in-my-dreams.html' title='I&apos;ll see you in my dreams.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7552431665492144493</id><published>2010-04-15T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:33:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with how you feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever hugged someone and it just felt... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have. Three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just the feel of someone else's body against yours, the person's warmth slowly reaching and enveloping your heart. Making you feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The way they just fit into your arms. Their hands all in the right places, like they can read your mind or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then the closeness of the whole hug, it's like we're off in our own world and not giving a second look to anyone around us. The tightness of the squeeze is the easiest place to spot a bad hug; it musn't be too loose or too tight, just to bring the other body very close to yours yet not crushing them, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chandni, Alex and Ah Fong. They give the best hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss the best of all. I have, for two years already. It's not like she can hug back from the bed. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches, from Juno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-7552431665492144493?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7552431665492144493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-in-love-with-how-you-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7552431665492144493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/7552431665492144493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-in-love-with-how-you-feel.html' title='I&apos;m in love with how you feel.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-6100428138437663575</id><published>2010-04-13T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:56:30.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long to ever after, so long to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's amazing ainnit, both contexts of that line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So long, good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So long, so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - So Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO, yesterday I had tuition. Yesterday was Monday by the way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And surprisingly, I made two new friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I like doing random kindnesses. I like helping people, no reason why. It's a good thing to do, and it makes people's day. Unexpected smiles make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like my own brand of heroin, ahem. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I went to tuition last Friday and found this really simple but beautiful necklace, I took it and reasoned that it belonged to someone of the really big BM class right before my class. Most of them would turn up next Monday, so I kept it. The necklace was just a pearly heart pendant that reflected the colours of the rainbow on a chain that looked worn and well loved. The clasp was broken. Therefore, can we fix it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YES WE CAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took it to Hartamas Shopping Centre, to an accessory booth where I hoped they could fix clasps and sell simple black bands. There was an Indian guy tending the stall; it belonged to his sister and I asked him if he could fix the clasp. He said he could! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This character was really... interesting. He had several piercings on his ears and wore silver that shone against his smooth skin. Well-dressed, slightly feminine and very friendly, I was immediately taken and related the story to him with a smile in my voice. We talked and talked, until a woman and her four children, 2 in strollers came along, and I made way while he was still putting the new clip on. Her little girl that looked 4 or 5 years old wanted piercings already, and he was to judge whether she was ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG, I remember when I pierced my ears. We had to go through a really pretty park to go to the stall, and I did mine without much fuss. My first pair of earrings were hearts. I remember Mandy's reaction more though, hahaha! She pierced one side, cried, and ran away. Then she had to come back for the second ear. Hahahhahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When we parted ways, he said what I did was nice and patted my arm lightly with a parting goodbye and a little lilt in his endearment for me, "sweetie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I woke up Monday morning, I was just bouncing with excitement to go for tuition. School took FOREVER to finish. I walked with a spring in my step going to Desa to makan, and when I reached I made the funniest decision ever, hahahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I ordered a big bowl of "drunk chicken noodles" which was herbal chicken soup with a healthy dose of Chinese rice wine. (The auntie had cautioned me beforehand that this dish contained wine. OH auntie. XD) It was new, this smell and taste to my taste buds and I lapped it all up, savouring the taste of the wine and the chicken soup with the mee sua that just absorbs the flavour. It was amazing. But in my subconscious mind, I thought, this bowl of noodles has way too much alcohol content in it HAHAHA. The smell of wine was a little overpowering, I felt like I could breathe it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sure enough, after eating, I felt a bit lightheaded. My sister commented on my red face when I told Pa, and said I cepat mabuk HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went home and dozed off, suddenly feeling very warm and happy all over. Pa yelled for me to get up 15 minutes before tuition, and I hurried, dressed and ran out the door to hopefully get to tuition as early as possible. You know, because I wanted to return the necklace. I planned to go in front and announce the missing necklace to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still feeling a little lightheaded, I stumbled a bit on the way up the stairs to the tuition centre. I could feel my heart beating away in my CHEEKS, I swear. It was so funny, I must have been red. I could feel heat just emanating from my body like some kind of broadcasting centre. The fact that the class was Physics didn't help XD hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Distracted by my lightness, I headed to the front without much fear. I said "Ummmm hi :D did anyone lose this?" I showed it to the girls in front, and then some guys were like showing signs that they recognized it. OF ALL THINGS, a guy enters the door, looks at it and was like, "OH HIII that's mine! Thank you, thank you so much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My WHUUUUT face must've been a sight to see. XD I forgot to tell him about the fixed clasp, but I figured he'd notice someday. I asked him if he wanted a new band, but he refused. His smile was so sweet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I ambled on to my seat, not caring much for the people I passed as I just wanted to feel the pulse in my cheek in a sitting position. After an hour or so, the feeling of giddiness went away, and I started thinking about that guy the necklace belonged to. Was he going to leave it at that? Or maybe say hi the next time we pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Physics came and went. He left for home, but as he passed me, he looked me in the eye, smiled widely and said thank you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I'm touched :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The second friend I made.... wait, it was more like she made friends with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;Eyu Huan Hee, that is her name. She has Thai, Hokkien, and Kelantan all in her bloodline, and her English is surprisingly good :D She invited me to an International Relationship Day to raise funds for homeless children, or rather orphans; specifically Stepping Stones Orphanage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you have visited littlethingsinaheart, you'd know that I've been there before so my interest was peaked. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The event is in 2 weeks time! Find the event on facebook, it's under KB's IR Night. The theme is Blast from the Past, and only RM25 per person. Kalau nak beli 10 one shot, it's only RM20 per person! They have games and performances for the whole night all in the name of charity. The venue, if I tak salah is the Confucian School Hall in KL; however buses are provided :D And dress code, as always, is smart casual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TEEHEE ADVERTISING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We just chatted and chatted and found a friend in each other! I also talked more to the princess! Yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's a really nice girl. She's athletic, really tall and tanned. She has a wide smile that manages to be upward and downward, and warm eyes. :D I like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope I can go. But the problem would be the baju............ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I forgot what I wanted to say. Then I remembered I have Sejarah homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH WELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gonna finish it now then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-6100428138437663575?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6100428138437663575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-long-to-ever-after-so-long-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6100428138437663575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/6100428138437663575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-long-to-ever-after-so-long-to-you.html' title='So long to ever after, so long to you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1849766949144593912</id><published>2010-04-07T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:27:13.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7w7kHD4plI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iaZiyLcq8bg/s1600/johnny-bravo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457302340022871634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7w7kHD4plI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iaZiyLcq8bg/s400/johnny-bravo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey, pretty mama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahhaha :D still remember this manly blond dude? I miss watching him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's so silly. Yet he never gives up, does he?&lt;br /&gt;He played when Cartoon Network topped Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the new shows are all over the top, unfunny and just flop.&lt;br /&gt;Except Chowder and Ben 10, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should give them a chance and try watching the new shows, huh.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so awesome about Pokemon? The games and the shows?&lt;br /&gt;Their epic theme songs never EVER change. I bet when we all turn 50 someday, they'll be playing Pokemon Uranium-12 and we'd still be humming that catchy tense soundtrack when we fight other Pokemon. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I CHOOSE YOU! :D Ash Ketchum WOOT.&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/5428266512005252932-1849766949144593912?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1849766949144593912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/remember-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1849766949144593912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1849766949144593912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/remember-him.html' title='Remember him?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7w7kHD4plI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iaZiyLcq8bg/s72-c/johnny-bravo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-886224523691391905</id><published>2010-04-04T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:30:33.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes two floors to make a storey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meh. :D Life is Wonderful - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been filling my head up with Jason Mraz. Burying myself in his lyrics. Carried away by his playful and sad melodies. Uplifted by his cheeky charismatic voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Did you know he could do OPERA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YES YES HE CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahahha. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, he's so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I booked tickets for the first time! :D hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm so excited to see if they really will reserve 3 tickets for me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I drove to Temerloh from Lanchang yesterday, on the highway. At first my position wasn't really adjusted properly, so my handling was a little awkward and stilted. NECK SAKIT OI :D but only for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was so EXHILARATING. So FUN. I didn't panic and all, I don't see what there is to panic about hahahaha. I was doing a comfortable speed and drifted occasionally. Tapi overall okay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My dad supervised the whole affair. He was the one who needed to go to Temerloh after all, to prepare a timber sawmill for auditing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Timber businesses (as I've observed) are normally handled and passed down in the family. So the family of that particular sawmill was wonderful! They were teasing, nice, hospitable and had the best Mild Nescafe coffee ever. (My first hahahahha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I drove back to Lanchang. Now that I adjusted the seat properly, I had a better grip on the wheel and enjoyed it very much. :D I overtook my first lorry YAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I stopped at a really famous rest stop that everyone stops at to eat on the way up to the Genting road. (I FORGOT THE NAME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pa and I went to McDonald's. The first thing I saw was this Ronald McDonald holding chips and a burger in a field of some sort statue greeting everyone who passed through the doors. OMG, OMG, pedo face :DDDDDDDDDD hahahahhahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456318792727214034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7i9CH3LN9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/z0ZS1-cOq1Q/s400/28b31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://wontdieone.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html"&gt;http://wontdieone.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This looks QUITE CREEPY XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456318256189260482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7i8i5GjwsI/AAAAAAAAANw/cIpaYUPyqCc/s400/257127670_d662921c90_o.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://bacin.wordpress.com/2006/10/01/16-orang-gila/"&gt;http://bacin.wordpress.com/2006/10/01/16-orang-gila/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While this one looks like OHAI, you. Ngehehehehe. Hahahaha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His eyebrows slanted slightly too far forward hahaha, so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I stared for quite a while, till some other people started staring at me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next time you go up to Genting, say hi for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH YA! Genting Sempah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-886224523691391905?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/886224523691391905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-takes-two-floors-to-make-storey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/886224523691391905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/886224523691391905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-takes-two-floors-to-make-storey.html' title='It takes two floors to make a storey.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/S7i9CH3LN9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/z0ZS1-cOq1Q/s72-c/28b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-466073040095708953</id><published>2010-03-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:55:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seratus lima puluh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These exam nights are doing the blog good. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm studying up for Physics. I seem to not get it, yet somehow my mind just works out the questions and gets good marks back. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God I have a good brain. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LANTAKLAH SEJARAH, I think I did well for Paper 2 XDD Paper 1's only objective questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Consolation prize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Consolation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only now do I take notice of this word used for small prizes. As consolation for people who did not get the top prize. Like oh heyyy I'm sorry you didn't get it; here take this lollipop, it'll make it all go away. All the little connotations that innocent word carries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe I think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd take sagu hati over consolation prize any day. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ARRRGGH kena study Physics. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-466073040095708953?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/466073040095708953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/seratus-lima-puluh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/466073040095708953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/466073040095708953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/seratus-lima-puluh.html' title='Seratus lima puluh'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3061142604435103035</id><published>2010-03-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:42:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did okay for Sejarah and Moral. All thanks to TANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wei Xuan definitely motivated me to study. :D Especially for Sejarah and Moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you Wei Xuan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Super Junior yayyy :D Thay've finally graced KL and blew so many people's minds off with awesome dance moves back to back and obviously their cheeky cuteness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Come back soon, we need more light-heartedness in our lives :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lisa Mitchell's Incomplete Lullaby is inspiring me with so many pictures just swirling and dancing around in my head. OH, what a lovely song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Like a turning head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like a second look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lke a burning leaf of an open book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so wish me luck. :D tomorrow's BM and Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3061142604435103035?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3061142604435103035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprisingly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3061142604435103035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3061142604435103035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprisingly.html' title='Surprisingly'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-1835217585117963435</id><published>2010-03-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:47:14.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you have to close your eyes on everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let me help you, I'll sing you morning lullabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson I LOVE YOU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her songwriting skills are amazing, her tunes are very melodious with chord arrangements that are like heaven to my ears and not very usual. And then. her LYRICS. Meaningful without using big words, very whimsical like buying her parents a house in the South of France and doing what bunnies do (HAHA), making it seem so playful and childlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then her VOICE, OMG. It's just so full of character! Soft, high, playful. Low, sad and melancholy. And those high notes she hits are so sweet, oh, makes me listen to her over and over. Her style of music is mostly with the acoustic guitar and ukulele, but sometimes she throws in the organ, cello, piano and other instruments as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remember once, Benjamin was going to perform her song The Way I Am on stage for something and referred to it as the clown song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Up till two days ago, I had NO CLUE what he was talking about until I saw the video. Very weird, yet illustrates the whole point. And also very sweet and funny. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes, it seems like the world is just going to overwhelm you and eat you up in one swallow, like the batu berbelah with the gaping mouth. Sometimes it feels like nobody is there to listen, no one right enough to talk to; like there's no one out there close enough to know and not judge but just shut up and listen to you ramble or tease you occasionally. Sometimes you just don't know what to do and who to ask these stupid precious questions in your head. And it's driving you nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;During your sometimes, just do it! Grab that person you want to confide in no matter how stupid you think that person will think you are. Whisper your insecurities, shout out your frustrations, they can handle it. That person could hide with you, that person will coax you out into the sun. Stranger or not, people are naturally curious to know who you are and how you think and feel: maybe resembling them or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BOLEH PUNYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JUST DO IT&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; NOT A NIKE AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Carpe diem, baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(And if you choose me, I'd be honoured. LOL :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so happy. Now we know each other's names squeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-1835217585117963435?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1835217585117963435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-you-have-to-close-your-eyes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1835217585117963435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/1835217585117963435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-you-have-to-close-your-eyes-on.html' title='I know you have to close your eyes on everyone.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-5676778810792816185</id><published>2010-03-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:26:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I always seem to forget how fragile are the very strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still choke up. I miss her. I'm scared that I can't remember her face when she smiled, when she was mock angry, when she was eating vegetarian pasta made by her mom while she teased Hannah and Carlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That smile, that lovely smile. It's slipping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just slipping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But her voice and laughter will always stay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sebak dada saya hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - A Bird's Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-5676778810792816185?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/5676778810792816185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5676778810792816185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/5676778810792816185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html' title='I always seem to forget how fragile are the very strong.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-3633264882312361535</id><published>2010-03-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:55:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm awake at 8 when nobody else is up.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The birds chirping away, last night's rain that brought this wet, refreshing air down on the earth, the cat scratching away at the armchair like there's something underneath it all and Rosi Golan's unpretentious vocals coupled with simple but brilliant melodies and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD WHEE&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;So how're you this wonderful morning? :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays! We have one whole week to take a break from school.&lt;br /&gt;During Karangan class yesterday, I promised Wei Jin that I'd study.&lt;br /&gt;SO I MUST&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHH :D I'm full of spirit now. I think I'm gonna tackle Biology.&lt;br /&gt;No I won't back down!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ides of March. Hahahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5428266512005252932-3633264882312361535?l=ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3633264882312361535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3633264882312361535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5428266512005252932/posts/default/3633264882312361535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofmusicandsundays.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-early.html' title='It&apos;s early'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08283308957793096245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUn1IRDpuGw/Sa09iO6s97I/AAAAAAAAADc/1R0VMf9hOE8/S220/mcolor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5428266512005252932.post-7024874059127617280</id><published>2010-03-12T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:42:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two nights out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two nights. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NIGHT ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My neighbours are French. :D So Alia invited us to the French School just down the road for a charity concert to help Haiti where she'll be singing. Asiah, her little girl always comes over and invites Chloe to play as well so we're pretty close for neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO WE SAID YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Th confusion between Haiti and hi-tea was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The whole family went. I was amazed by the people there; their features were different, so charming, pointed, shaped and very French. I dunno, I just like how French people look hahaha. The language was surrounding me like a blanket, a blanket of comfort and ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And they are tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went down to the concert hall. It was a half-amphitheatre with carpeted steps to sit on, with the stage with its black background being the focus of everyone's attention. There was a drum set, a bass guitar, a piano, an acoustic guitar, a saxophone, a few microphones to the side of the stage and a sole microphone at the fore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Did I mention that this was a jazz concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*SQUEES and faints.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha :D So the opening speech was given; not that I understood anything but the melodious intonation and fast flow of syllables of a different language was really interesting. I think I might learn French. Then I'd learn Korean. But that's for night number two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I'll learn German and Tagalog! And Hokkien and Portuguese! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It can't be that hard. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I was staring open mouthed at the instruments in wonder. :D Can you imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone around spoke French, and so I just listened to the incomprehensible chatter that went up and down with joy and excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first act was the piano played by two sisters: one of them owns No Black Tie which I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO VISIT *faints a second time.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Debussy, George Bizet and other pieces were expertly played by the duo. They were really good! I was blown away. Not one, but two sisters at the same level of skill in piano wei. Duets are hard to coordinate especially when you've got to play scales together. I recognize only the first one; from Nodame Cantabile! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And every one of them was a duet. D: hahaha! They played too many pieces though. I figured 4 or 5 would have the impact but they went on to like 8. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And after that, there was a sort of jam session! The bassist was really good with his strings. He was introduced as Fook. You can imagine my childish amusement. But he really was amazing. He didn't lose count, played an actual melody with the bass guitar not like normal bassists who just go DUM DUM DUM DUM DUUM on the same 4 notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The saxophone player was great! I'm not sure whether it's improvisation or a set thing he practised beforehand but he was carrying the melody most of the time and was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The drummer had a great sense of rhythm. Normally I'd lose count already somewhere in 2 minutes hahahaha, but he just went on with the light taps on the cymbals and the quarter off beat in between every 8 bars. Jonathan Jacobs fom South Africa, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next we have the acoustic dude! At first we were all clapping away to the beat, but then he made this gesture across his neck like "kill the clapping" so we all quieted down hahaha. It turned out that his instrument couldn't be heard; so by the time he got it all set up we clapped anyway! He is from Cuba. He was AMAZING. He vocalized on his solo along with what he was playing on the acoustic guitar! His fingers were really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The pianist is my favourite hahahaha. He had light brown messy hair that had a life of its own. He effortlessly played chords on the piano with his large hands, sometimes while looking behind him and not at the piano! OH I admire that confidence. He was in the background but when he did a small solo, he shone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the jam session, 5 girls and 1 boy came out and went over to the microphones off at the side. (Glee much.) The Cuban guitarist sang a song! A Spanish song.. Tina? There was this one part when he was singing Spanish lines and Alia would translate into French that made people laugh. Hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alia did 5 song altogether I think! She sang Natural Woman, Let's Stay Together, Cry Me A River, R.E.S.P.E.C.T and a French song that made people laugh. The French song was written by this man who had white hair tied back into a ponytail. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The back up singers didn't do much, but they moved left and right in time with the songs. The guy was a little sesat though. XD Tall, great sense of rhythm (he clapped a lot), messy chocolate hair and a bit of a hunch. How yum :D Hahaha! There were 2 black girls, one tall brunette, one Chinese? And this one girl who stood out: she was wearing a colourful pretty dress and had blonde hair. Great smile, big eyes.. but that's not why I looked at her. She smiles so sincerely and swayed with the music, not caring if the other members didn't follow suit. :D I mean she toned down a bit lah if she saw everyone else not moving, but for Respect she sang and moved a lot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;RESPECT! :D That was the last song and it got everybody into a clap happy mood. We all sang along, and got carried away by the drummer's beat and the bass lines. When it was over everybody got up and clapped! :D A happy buzz in the heart, that's what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That was the end of our French charity concert night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NIGHT TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was reluctant at first, but soon all three of us (Mandy, Chloe and I) were at my cousin's house waiting to go out together to eat a steamboat dinner. Apparently when I was 7 there was a Korean boy aged 9 who used to play with us. Chang Ming, I think. His dad was to be referred as Uncle Moon, so Moon Chang Ming. OOOOOHHH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His dad is an international music songwriter I think; so his English is good. He wants Chang Ming to learn English, so he's gonna be in Malaysia to go to this good English class that will help him. Chang Ming is homestaying with my cousins for 6 months without his dad! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He has dyed dirty blonde hair, is a bit weird but always has a smile on his face. He's really friendly! :D Right now his English is really basic, but Uncle Moon translates for him and that's when you see his real smile come out, hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The highlight of our dinner was when the prawns on the plate suddenly showed signs of life. XD One jumped when nobody was looking and slapped E Wei on his cheek. He was playing the PSP and his mom told him to stop; he was switching it off when this happened. He was like, "UHHHHH hahaha Ma I know you're mad at me but still no need to throw stuf at my face right" hahahaha XD Then the prawn jumped high up in the air and we all screamed together! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It jumped again and again, off the plate and then suddenly with one almighty heave, it leaped off the table and Chang Ming nearly fell (as he was sitting next to E Wei)! Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's so funny. And to tell the truth, very familiar. I thought I'd never remember him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I like the Korean language. Most of the time it seems abrasive but I think it's really rather nice. The holds, the vowels, the modulation of the voice... and the funny expressions they make. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that's how night two went. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In conclusion...... I'm hungry. 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