<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:40:51.186-08:00</updated><category term='I stood up to face anything that comes my way. Anything at all'/><category term='You want a bitch.I give you double.'/><category term='Rejected'/><category term='If I were to jot down my thoughts all the time'/><category term='I dated a JERK for the whole of a year and a half.'/><category term='a post will not be enough'/><title type='text'>Some weird stuffs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7012296331011358317</id><published>2012-02-17T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:40:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tweeted this a few days back..&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've stopped dancing, painting, designing, playing soccer, blogging, vlogging, playing with my guitar. My life is so happening!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of time actually.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I check my twitter, I don't know when I made that post.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hi!&lt;br /&gt;I happened to chance upon this blog just now and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; voila&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meraviglioso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and it's something I should be excited about right?&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and I have a business meeting to rush to after work!&lt;br /&gt;As usual!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;It has been this way since December actually.&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to make time to at least blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, I got busier to the extend I forgot I even have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I visited it today and realized that I updated it a month ago, latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it struck me like lightning! (lame, so just shut up and go with the flow)&lt;br /&gt;How busy I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always busy and I haven't be able to meet my friends for a chat, even.&lt;br /&gt;And when I will be meeting one of them, another two will contact me to meet up as well.&lt;br /&gt;So since I am so busy and I cannot lose the opportunity, I squeeze everyone with such little time.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be rushing from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a casual walk for months. Miss that.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been speaking korean. Miss that too.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are always speedy.&lt;br /&gt;Even when they're in pain, I still force for it to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;Don't symphatize with me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that the most.&lt;br /&gt;I am not WEAK!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the win&lt;br /&gt;In the siblings, I am officially the bread winner now.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Carrying this heavy load on my shoulders everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;Business here and there just to get money to support the family.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;I fall sick a few times a month.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't stop me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna say that I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, I have.&lt;br /&gt;This time, drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book a day keep the remnants away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, memory has been fading.&lt;br /&gt;This time, faster than before.&lt;br /&gt;Worries me but I cannot let it stop me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to push myself.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means pushing myself to my limits.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake to achieve my dream.&lt;br /&gt;To retire my parents and get them out of this bloody rat-race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we Singaporeans have to slog for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought before about this&lt;br /&gt;That I am better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure as hell I am independant.&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of heartbroken or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;That's just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in terms that I know that not many will be able to tolerate my habits.&lt;br /&gt;NOT the obvious ones&lt;br /&gt;BUT the oblivious ones that actually, only my siblings know of.&lt;br /&gt;My relatives and friends or anyone out of the family, don't even have a clue about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I am actually LAZY to go over the process of having someone who have no clue about it, to have a clue about it.&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the rant for now then.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back on track soon.&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the type to sit still right?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand doing something similar over and over again everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not related to any of my interest of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven't been home early these days.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;My exhaustion is starting to control me now.&lt;br /&gt;Like a robot. (Lame. So shut up and just go with the flow.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7012296331011358317?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7012296331011358317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-tweeted-this-few-days-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7012296331011358317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7012296331011358317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-tweeted-this-few-days-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5769603112472442920</id><published>2012-01-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:58:54.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jtggDm-5zSk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother had me listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I refused because you know the genre of Sean Paul's songs and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Not into it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he wanted me to just switch it on because he wants to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he succeeded on making me favor this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm for this song is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Just my type.&lt;br /&gt;Its like stepping into Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;What a description but yeah, that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5769603112472442920?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5769603112472442920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/brother-had-me-listening-to-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5769603112472442920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5769603112472442920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/brother-had-me-listening-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jtggDm-5zSk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3778192715251177245</id><published>2012-01-20T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:51:11.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A conversation between &lt;span &gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span &gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His attempts to see my fury and my rowdiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I wanna make you angry. I wanna see that raging anger of yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"You can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;*a thousand attempts to make me angry* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Why are you so good at controlling your temper?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I told you that you can't do it. I hide my tail well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Alright, let's see. One day, you will be furious at me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Good luck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I have never seen you being tomboyish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"You're lucky I am nice to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I don't want that! Just be yourself. Will you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I am.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"No. Treat me like how you treat your other guy friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;*attempts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"You think I can't handle your rowdiness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I doubt so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Think again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I will make you think of what you just said in future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I doubt so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His attempts are funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because when I really treat him like how I treat my other friends, he commented that I am much more rebellious now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebellious not, my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Roti Bun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you change your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you re-direct your path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you  re-direct yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still concern, do you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3778192715251177245?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3778192715251177245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversation-between-my-friend-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3778192715251177245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3778192715251177245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversation-between-my-friend-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5251474552710945043</id><published>2012-01-17T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:20:58.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#Scorpio never stops winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just means that we don't lose.&lt;br /&gt;Not never, but don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can agree to a certain extend coz I admit, I did fail.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I benefited from it. A whole load of benefits, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;That's what it meant by never stop winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to save relationships, friendships, problems etc. for both my friends and I.&lt;br /&gt;I do fail a couple of times but the biggest and hardest failure was saving my relationship with Fyrouz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a thought about it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I didn't use emotions when I was in that deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;There was none left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I tried to save the relationship when it was crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I actually did it, single-highhandedly.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm saying he did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's exactly the point!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;That was a bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our differences can mesh well.&lt;br /&gt;Only that he, don't want it that way. Then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at all the naiveness I used to have, listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;The memories are clear in my memory. I've got videos of it inside my head. Wanna watch? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot to actually save it but it failed.&lt;br /&gt;I then benefited to have gained a lot more friends and companions.&lt;br /&gt;That's part one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, his relationship with the girl he left me for, failed.&lt;br /&gt;He came back to me and frankly, I gave in and then, he left again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, silently and he made it look as if he's never in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I mention I didn't get back at him. Yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;I then benefited a much more mature mindset with a much stronger faith for a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Companions grew stronger, business start to run.&lt;br /&gt;That's part two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits don't come directly at you with what you do whilst intending to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It comes in the opposite direction, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; you but not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; you, right?&lt;br /&gt;Do something the opposite instead.&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you want to be rich, start a business.&lt;br /&gt;Starting up a business use a lot of money but once its stabilized in about 2-3 years, you'll start earning, more than you spent for it.&lt;br /&gt;Lose some to gain some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is why, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#Scorpio never stops winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5251474552710945043?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5251474552710945043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/scorpio-never-stops-winning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5251474552710945043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5251474552710945043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/scorpio-never-stops-winning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5353846749787518585</id><published>2012-01-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:42:26.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dear parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you're looking for a tutor, can you be reasonable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you prefer ex school teachers, it's fine and its reasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you're looking for a current school teacher, you need a bitch slap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It's not an issue pertaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've known a lot of school teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;my teachers back when I was still schooling.&lt;br /&gt;Just take it this way.&lt;br /&gt;If everyone wants a current school teacher to tutor their kid.&lt;br /&gt;That is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking as a friend to one current primary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She's busy.&lt;br /&gt;Always tired.&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm not wrong, there are rules pertaining to tutoring on the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5353846749787518585?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5353846749787518585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-parents-if-youre-looking-for-tutor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5353846749787518585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5353846749787518585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-parents-if-youre-looking-for-tutor.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3930181293369852909</id><published>2012-01-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:24:33.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVhA2vKgzuE/Tw7shP_zERI/AAAAAAAADRE/Z8kFj5Nc1Hc/s1600/PA060022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVhA2vKgzuE/Tw7shP_zERI/AAAAAAAADRE/Z8kFj5Nc1Hc/s400/PA060022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696750634644214034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwZGKiJ3QJg/Tw7shMrpMyI/AAAAAAAADQ8/QDG0B8_1FsU/s1600/Picture0001%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwZGKiJ3QJg/Tw7shMrpMyI/AAAAAAAADQ8/QDG0B8_1FsU/s400/Picture0001%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696750633754374946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through photos.&lt;br /&gt;I kept alot of them, actually.&lt;br /&gt;All the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo was taken on Children's Day 2011 with my Smartest Female Student.&lt;br /&gt;The second was taken in 2008. Poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown of course.&lt;br /&gt;Grown OLD!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is one of my random dumb post.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3930181293369852909?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3930181293369852909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/browsing-through-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3930181293369852909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3930181293369852909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/browsing-through-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVhA2vKgzuE/Tw7shP_zERI/AAAAAAAADRE/Z8kFj5Nc1Hc/s72-c/PA060022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8141739184580659179</id><published>2012-01-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:04:18.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it is singing of course.&lt;br /&gt;So much time constrain and so much problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hafizz said my life can be made into a Hindi movie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that drama and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea aye?&lt;br /&gt;If it were to ever come true, he's not gonna be the director.&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he said that Im always depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened before, just put it behind.&lt;br /&gt;He still wants me to balance out my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Fairul said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're overworking. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;My business and my job plus my family and the income.&lt;br /&gt;Stabilizing everything is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;But just like William said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Get multiple streams of income."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's financial crisis has been worst.&lt;br /&gt;With the economic downturn and recession.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear god, I hate this the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the confinement period,&lt;br /&gt;he finally came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vswiPWy7z5U/Twmp9fxf1cI/AAAAAAAADQw/V5q3ajPXknc/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vswiPWy7z5U/Twmp9fxf1cI/AAAAAAAADQw/V5q3ajPXknc/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695270077752923586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back in Tekong now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;He came down to Woodlands yesterday because Mentor wants to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Which was supposedly to be at Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;But he was so fast asleep, to the extend his sister texted me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know he's supposed to meet you. Tapi susah betol la nak kejut dikni. Padahal he asked me to wake him up tau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down all the way to Woodlands and I immediately recognised him.&lt;br /&gt;He turned so &lt;b&gt;DARK &lt;/b&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged him and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to my mentor and I happily had my meal, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't share my food! &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to chill for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Talked and catch up on things and he finally asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are you depressed?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he wasn't kidding coz I can get his message just by his expression.&lt;br /&gt;He knows I have been lying and hiding something from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;He recognised that my self-esteem and tone has been different.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am not that hyper and crazy yesterday? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Its been since he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admitted to him that I am extremely depressed and pour my every heartfelt words to him.&lt;br /&gt;I kept in too much and with my exhaustion,&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;lets just say that I am currently in a very bad shape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't talk to just anyone about my problem.&lt;br /&gt;It is only him I can trust on this problem.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he knows the issue in depth.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wanna know the details of course, it'll be too long.&lt;br /&gt;But he understands it well already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mentor first saw how we treat each other&lt;br /&gt;She commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Both of you are very close.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Then looked at Awi and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and I can see that you trust her alot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor did mention too, yesterday morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can see that all of your friends trust you alot. That is very good. It is not easy to have that kinda trust you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I replied a simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well, I went through alot to get that. But it's worth it. :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices and all.&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are important.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Awi.&lt;br /&gt;So so much!&lt;br /&gt;He got angry the other time.. Not at me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dia da buat kau macam gini. Tu jantan sial tau Na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;His expression never lie whenever he's angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awi is not a friend.&lt;br /&gt;He's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8141739184580659179?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8141739184580659179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-have-i-been-up-to-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8141739184580659179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kids,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leaw, Jerald, Rachel, Mandy, Justin, Amanda, Chow, Elgin, Jia Jia, Tan, Cons, Meng Tao, Yong, Amos, Lim, Wei Shan, Phone Paing, Jason.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking of your well-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am constantly worried of all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it health and academics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will see you in February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day will be spent with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Siti (Mom) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That person, does it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you need someone to do that to you, &lt;b&gt;THRICE &lt;/b&gt;as hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you would understand how it feels &lt;b&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you even feel or own empathy towards others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a smart move for people like my friends and I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once bitten, twice shine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're mistaken, coz you blind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You prefer the short term better yet, when the long term you decline.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You deserve nothing but karma, coz it hits right back at you everytime.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this DTA belief with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dont Trust Anybody.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't trust anyone easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I get into a heated argument with my own mother about trusting a person that she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't force me to trust anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't, I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, new workplace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boredom-to-the-max-that-my-head-hurts-so-much-coz-of-the-no-work-to-do-boredom-that-makes-me-uber-sleepy symptom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8869002094680583442?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8829392600269100470</id><published>2011-12-30T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:03:50.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mReNU6wIrX8/Tv4KFW1tEUI/AAAAAAAADQk/pgGA-FRSoyE/s1600/SDC12601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mReNU6wIrX8/Tv4KFW1tEUI/AAAAAAAADQk/pgGA-FRSoyE/s400/SDC12601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691998066189340994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8sykJ1jtRs/Tv4KFA1jPPI/AAAAAAAADQY/RD5Dp8FCJxc/s1600/45873_425738391393_612016393_5530547_1982136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8sykJ1jtRs/Tv4KFA1jPPI/AAAAAAAADQY/RD5Dp8FCJxc/s400/45873_425738391393_612016393_5530547_1982136_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691998060283116786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it..&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, 30th December 2011, Friday, marks the last day everyone will be working together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Wellington on the 28th and load all the stuffs to Corporation on both 28th and 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th was the open house for the registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the faces of theirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears and all the well wishes from everyone to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Belinda shed tears when we hugged each other goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the many conflicts and disagreements we had, we still care for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great team.. Everyone worked together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaya hugged and kissed me on the cheek while being at it. How bout'that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am really really putting aside those 2 lazy china colleagues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not being racist but my chinese colleagues too have issues with them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even our china ex colleagues weren't lazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are too lazy! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, forget about them. Im free from them, aren't I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahaha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 28th, we left Wellington at 9.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every other teacher had the chance to do the handover except me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too busy with the fees and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed that chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new company's teachers were already in the class but I didn't give concern on what they will think of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just rushed into the class and got my things and I called &lt;b&gt;ALL &lt;/b&gt;of my kids out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to them and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave alot of advices for them to take care of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just seeing the new teacher in the class, taking care of them, worry me alot already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really afraid of what may become of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been with them for 3 years plus and I know each and everyone of them very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't cry. I told them I wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the other teachers went off, left me and my boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 other students just left their CCA because they knew I was already leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the 3 of them running down the staircase and from afar they shouted,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Teacher Siti!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too touched and I cant hold onto my tears anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged them and I just cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They saw me cry and they cried too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Including the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ran into the toilet to hide but got out instead to bid me goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those tears were pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I barely see them cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more cry for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have grown to be independent and strong individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grown to be leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray they will continue to sore higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bunch of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beloved bunch of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss saw me cried and he smiled at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids begged him to let me stay but he explained that he needs me to be in charge of another centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were really persistent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss asked me yesterday, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Did the children contact you still? Are they still crying?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nodded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told them this before I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't take whatever I am going to say as disgusting or embarassing. Especially the boys. I love all of you alot and definitely, I will never forget each and everyone of you. All of you has been my remedy for the past 3 years plus. Though you stressed me up, pissed me off, you kids still make me laugh when I am at my lowest. I have alot of problems of my own, that all of you do not know of. I share alot of my experiences with you to let you learn, how much pain I went through to get to where I am now. Thank you, all of you. For picking me up everytime I am extremely sad or disappointed. To make me laugh everytime I don't feel like it. You kids have the ability to soften my heart. You are like my own kids. I sent you home whenever your parents were not able to fetch you. I waited under the block with you until your parents reached to bring you home. It just shows that I am very concern of your well-being. Continue to excel in your studies. This class has been the best for the past few years. Remember, no failures. Its for your future. Thank you again. You kids are the best. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss telling stories of my life experiences as a child and a teen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss seeing them teasing me whenever I blushed&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; (like those times when ex-boyfriend always passed by the school to see me. Which they will look out of the window at 5.30pm everyday to see if he will come by. They were very CUTE!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss telling them ghost stories that just freaked them out and laughed together in the end. Rolling on the floor laughing, literally, all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss playing with them, creating new games and improving the old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss us teaching each other new skills.  I will miss them teaching me how to skate, till I fell on my butt! And all of them just ran to me to make sure I was okay and immediately took off the skates of my feet and put on my shoes instead. Now &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt;, was extremely &lt;b&gt;SWEET&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss them taking care of me everytime I fall sick. They remained silent and complete their work on their own whenever I feel asleep because of Fever or Flu or Headache. Taking a cup of hot water for me whenever I have period cramps. My period cramps are awful. It is to the extend I will turn pale and just cannot feel my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss telling jokes to each other and making them laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With them gone, I feel a huge lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were my only remedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the ones that I can tell that I am sad or angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though they do not the situation at all, they still listen to what I have to say and they still manage to perk me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss doing alot of things with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teaching them how to play soccer and basketball. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teaching them how to play the guitar, dance and sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my interest and my skills, they have got the basics of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have alot to type about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think I have not enough time to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it all up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2001 babies, I love you alot and I will definitely miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my first students and the most cherished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not and will never regret protecting all of you, making time to make sure you're safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so so much for the best birthday celebration ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were extremely sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please take care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Siti will confirm a date to meet you at least twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May all of you grow to be dependable, reliable, strong and independent people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've made me proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be surprised if they know that I was extremely devastated when I broke up with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't show any sign of it but they just came to know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since the day I fell sick, to the 3 weeks I didn't attend work because of my illness, they took good care of me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always cautious whenever my head hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8829392600269100470?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8829392600269100470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8829392600269100470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8829392600269100470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mReNU6wIrX8/Tv4KFW1tEUI/AAAAAAAADQk/pgGA-FRSoyE/s72-c/SDC12601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7134801085911146919</id><published>2011-12-25T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T05:37:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from the chalet.&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing the Maijdz Clan were invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I foresee a fun ride with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the time, without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surprise was, two of Momma's younger sisters too booked a chalet at the same place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was, everyone was side by side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the better part was, we moved to one chalet to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to each other's &lt;i&gt;'houses'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can it get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned a surprise for Momma and Father for their birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their anniversary is on 23rd of Dec, Father's birthday on the 24th and Momma's birthday on the 25th and 26th was my supposed......put that aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned and moved like assassins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun, we panicked alot of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a video for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, not all was able to attend due to working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the only reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as most were around, it's fun already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with full force, it'll be better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, the Majidz Clan's spouses are with us as though we grew up together as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird for someone not to be able to click and mesh with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spouses too was surprised to see us, in the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking i'm arrogant and all that stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out, they gave comments about me that are totally the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover, aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get comments like,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt; "U actually very cheerful eh? But fierce to the younger ones pon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fast for them to see how my emotions may swing and how my anger really looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family, nothing to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a certain extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell me you go about your family and boast about the bad stuffs you've done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, ruining other people's lives, for the win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the late night walks and talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing pool till the morn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got 2 tables and we moved from one to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exchanging turns to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the coffee shop in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diving into the pool and sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus FISHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting, the fun of chasing and killing cockroaches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undeniable fact that we love each other very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't go around talking about other people, in or out of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gossiping about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like those typical aunties who got nothing better to talk about but to talk about other's flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only lash out our disagreements to the closest cousin to us and that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;naming a person, not a nice one at it, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We listen to stories and how my married cousins first met their spouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny and cute at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Kak Lia's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about the days we had when we're younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both when I was already alive and haven't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name Majidz Clan originates from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Majid&lt;/i&gt;: Our dear late grandfather,&lt;i&gt; Majid Bin Madon&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I send out my do'a to you everytime I pray, grandada. We will always love you. )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We add on a little touch of Urban with the letter&lt;i&gt; 'Z'&lt;/i&gt; at the end. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clan&lt;/i&gt;: You know what it is, need I say more? hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Lela's wedding, Lia's childbirth&lt;i&gt; (InsyaAllah)&lt;/i&gt; and our trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Allah bless us with neverending happiness and stronger bonds as days passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7134801085911146919?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7134801085911146919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-from-chalet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7134801085911146919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7134801085911146919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-from-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1499500356010662810</id><published>2011-12-18T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:51:06.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Those in twitter that I find true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a resemblance to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio Man will give absolutely honest advice, appraisal, or compliments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know one of this date. This is too true about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov.18 #Scorpios possess amazing determination. While its nearly impossible to win an argument against them, they make challenging opponents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Same goes for this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 12 #Scorpios possess a dual nature and are extremely witty. They are loners, yet they have a very magnetic personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like to put themselves into situations where they will be noticed, then are likely to pull back when too much attention is on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a #Scorpio is insulted or hurt, our fury knows no bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not everyone has seen it but, many did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios are very choosy with their friends, and even more choosy with a partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio has to win in every aspect of life because failure breaks something inside of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios are usually interested in people who we feel are more than meets the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios don't like when their originality is challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a #Scorpio, it's quality over quantity when it comes to friends. We rather have that 1 good friend than a bunch of aquaintences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios loyalty runs deep. If you're always good to a Scorpio, we will forever be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio is a Scorpios own worst enemy. The quicker we realize that, the better off we'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's too easy, a #Scorpio does not want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most #Scorpios don't believe that they can't have something they want, We want what's a CHALLENGE to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios are usually a good judge of character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll know if you're shy or just acting to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio naturally scopes out their surroundings wherever we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Curiousity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio just Needs "Me Time" throughout the day because our thoughts go a mile a minute, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios mind is rock solid, once made up there's no changes and little room for compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes a #Scorpio can hold grudges, BUT we also will never forget a good deed done for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Good deeds remain in my memory forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio can easily intimidate others because we're not afraid to make eye contact or say what we feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a #Scorpios GOAL to figure out people and understand who they r e a l l y are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios are very particular with money. We don't do too much impulse or regretful shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Unnecessary cosmetics, for example. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios love to be teases to other people, but Hate to tease themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every #Scorpio has a deep routed fear of rejection, because that means we weren't good enough.. and we can't accept not being good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios may seem dreamy all the time, but we're very much intact with reality, just in deep thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios like to keep their private life PRIVATE and their professional life completely separate from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it seems like you have a motive to want to get to know a #Scorpio, we'll feel that and distance ourselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio won't BEGIN to let something go until we see remorse from the person for doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios mind is an extraordinary place. Most Scorpios "Live in their mind" which means we think a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna befriend a #Scorpio? Be chill and easy. We're naturally drawn to people who seem like they dont overthink life cause we tend to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio may seem quiet but that's most definitely the OPPOSITE of our personality. We're not quiet, we're observant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio thrives on being able to rise to the occasion and take control of any chaos nobody else can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio will send back whatever vibe YOU give to us. If we sense that you dont wanna be around us, trust we wont be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio wont give you a fake compliment. If nothings compliment worthy about you, why say anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#AScorpiosPetPeeve having someone see something we're working on before we're ready it to show them or before it's finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio likes to work for what they really want. If it was handed to us, it just wouldn't be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It'd be boring if I don't have to figure something out. At least one thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all #Scorpios have trust issues, but we ARE suspicious by nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ScorpiosDislike depending on other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ScorpiosDislike an insincere compliment. We see right through the fakeness, so just be real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ScorpiosDislike simple-minded people. We just don't understand a closed minded person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios aren't interested in temporary friendships because we want life-long bonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios can be antisocial at times, but it's nothing personal. Usually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a #Scorpio apologizes it will most likely be for HOW we said something, not WHAT we said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a #Scorpio blows up on you, don't expect an apology afterwards. Even after we get over the situation, we won't regret what we said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remembered saying something really harsh to someone. Till now, I don't regret saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios have a HUGE wall up. It takes time &amp;amp; care to get us to bring it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't even have to say a word, but if somethings wrong, your #Scorpio friend WILL know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios will always keep you guessing because we don't see any fun in nothing being left to the imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio can sense fakeness from a mile away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That girl was a fake soft-spoken kinda person. Proven true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios like to be on the move. We won't chase after too many people, but we WILL chase money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios are natural savers and we like to spread out our money. Stashing some here, investing some there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The difference w #Gemini &amp;amp; #Scorpio is that one person will see both sides of a gem, but a person will rarley see both sides of a Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio is said to usually lead two different lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hahahaha! Only He and I know of it. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios despise weakness in others but despise it even MORE in themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio will think for hours to come up with a solution because we don't like to let our problems linger on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If a problem is repeated, it's time consuming to find another solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk is cheap to a #Scorpio. We defiantly need to see some action before we believe things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seeing is believing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios story lies beneath their eyes, and it's hidden well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios not likely to give you an excuse. We'll give you a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once any #Scorpio is pissed, there's no turning back, and no calming down. You have to let us calm down ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't try comforting. Talk sense. Not criticisms either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get any #Scorpio to open up to you, and you'll be surprised of how sensitive and caring they really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpio women are feisty, not afraid to take criticism, and stand up for their friends or close loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios come off warm and genuine at times, &amp;amp; cold and distant at others. It all depends on our mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Moodswings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it simply, you'll never fully understand a #Scorpio unless you ARE a Scorpio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hahaha! TRUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpios love is beautiful, pure, &amp;amp; endless. It knows no bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio can not be easily deflected from their purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want a challenge, a #Scorpio will give it to you, We are not the ones to make it easy for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Scorpios like to see our friends and family happy, but we are FAR from "People Pleasers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel so deeply that once a #Scorpio cares, it feels close to impossible for us to stop caring about someone or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But #Scorpios are strong. Once we realize our own strength, we can get over ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio Woman only smiles when she means it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I don't feel like smiling, I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A #Scorpio Woman sets and KEEPS to her own standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nov. 19 #Scorpios are self-controlled, taciturn individuals who make good leaders yet do not mix well with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more but I'd be misinterpreted by others about my habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-1499500356010662810?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1499500356010662810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/those-in-twitter-that-i-find-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1499500356010662810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1499500356010662810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/those-in-twitter-that-i-find-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3613999036726269551</id><published>2011-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:33:09.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the hype&lt;br /&gt;To the rush&lt;br /&gt;To the flight&lt;br /&gt;To the food&lt;br /&gt;To the 5 star hotel&lt;br /&gt;To the adventure of &lt;b&gt;FOOD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And many other things as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Captions under photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lx5mQaVU93s/Tu4pmW7y7oI/AAAAAAAADP8/SbUgJMNra3I/s1600/DSC_1404.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lx5mQaVU93s/Tu4pmW7y7oI/AAAAAAAADP8/SbUgJMNra3I/s400/DSC_1404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687529118383664770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momma sending me off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ZASuUwiUs/Tu4pmPVrTWI/AAAAAAAADP0/44dcpfnuHak/s1600/DSC_1405.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ZASuUwiUs/Tu4pmPVrTWI/AAAAAAAADP0/44dcpfnuHak/s400/DSC_1405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687529116344733026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWNGMZ0hfE8/Tu4oKJxsP4I/AAAAAAAADPs/A9gddXLtxb4/s1600/DSC_1406.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWNGMZ0hfE8/Tu4oKJxsP4I/AAAAAAAADPs/A9gddXLtxb4/s400/DSC_1406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527534303657858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allah's beautiful creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUinf8NXCeg/Tu4oJ-6jGII/AAAAAAAADPc/AZYiiY_eofg/s1600/DSC_1408.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUinf8NXCeg/Tu4oJ-6jGII/AAAAAAAADPc/AZYiiY_eofg/s400/DSC_1408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527531388016770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this doesn't exist anymore! I was so glad I got this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnCdilAPeyU/Tu4oJaKZ90I/AAAAAAAADPQ/pqzHIXwLSho/s1600/DSC_1409.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnCdilAPeyU/Tu4oJaKZ90I/AAAAAAAADPQ/pqzHIXwLSho/s400/DSC_1409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527521522415426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fetched from airport and Uncle brought me to eat Chicken Rice. &lt;i&gt;Sodaaaap~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSDqlAhQnt0/Tu4oJJspYGI/AAAAAAAADPE/lJEb6AO7boA/s1600/DSC_1410.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSDqlAhQnt0/Tu4oJJspYGI/AAAAAAAADPE/lJEb6AO7boA/s400/DSC_1410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527517102628962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s42PFcY6T78/Tu4oI7Jt3LI/AAAAAAAADO4/HzrDcpthNKM/s1600/DSC_1411.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s42PFcY6T78/Tu4oI7Jt3LI/AAAAAAAADO4/HzrDcpthNKM/s400/DSC_1411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527513198025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ze 5-star Hotel. I didn't know I'd be settling down at such hotels for the 3 days. hahaha. Wow wee! Booked and paid by uncle &amp;amp; aunty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aB4HY41qGB8/Tu4nGvZyruI/AAAAAAAADOs/l0eTrTxZ5oU/s1600/DSC_1413.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aB4HY41qGB8/Tu4nGvZyruI/AAAAAAAADOs/l0eTrTxZ5oU/s400/DSC_1413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687526376172859106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrfQhHlbsg0/Tu4nGa91-cI/AAAAAAAADOg/rbb-jh6ziwo/s1600/DSC_1414.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrfQhHlbsg0/Tu4nGa91-cI/AAAAAAAADOg/rbb-jh6ziwo/s400/DSC_1414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687526370686925250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91sbjQuH2iU/Tu4nFjUnq6I/AAAAAAAADOY/AlG-oPnTi5A/s1600/DSC_1415.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91sbjQuH2iU/Tu4nFjUnq6I/AAAAAAAADOY/AlG-oPnTi5A/s400/DSC_1415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687526355750071202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cSszQzkFS6k/Tu4nFEdGiQI/AAAAAAAADOI/r-CApSXmsdg/s1600/DSC_1416.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cSszQzkFS6k/Tu4nFEdGiQI/AAAAAAAADOI/r-CApSXmsdg/s400/DSC_1416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687526347464149250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmKIAVdPnVQ/Tu4nE-qRGaI/AAAAAAAADN8/MzL0jovgJEs/s1600/DSC_1417.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmKIAVdPnVQ/Tu4nE-qRGaI/AAAAAAAADN8/MzL0jovgJEs/s400/DSC_1417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687526345908754850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS0TG6JwID4/Tu4mONYQLcI/AAAAAAAADNw/6agzWG1ew9E/s1600/DSC_1418.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS0TG6JwID4/Tu4mONYQLcI/AAAAAAAADNw/6agzWG1ew9E/s400/DSC_1418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687525404966923714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGeBnxadFuA/Tu4mNfFqSGI/AAAAAAAADNo/aDvhLIhPWgk/s1600/DSC_1420.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGeBnxadFuA/Tu4mNfFqSGI/AAAAAAAADNo/aDvhLIhPWgk/s400/DSC_1420.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687525392540911714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KW3hl0x1ymk/Tu4mNC2kinI/AAAAAAAADNY/wt_cOr64ynU/s1600/DSC_1421.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KW3hl0x1ymk/Tu4mNC2kinI/AAAAAAAADNY/wt_cOr64ynU/s400/DSC_1421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687525384961428082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got Dunkin Donuts. hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mss6Olbv13c/Tu4mMR53OeI/AAAAAAAADNQ/EIqK7Xp5bCs/s1600/DSC_1423.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mss6Olbv13c/Tu4mMR53OeI/AAAAAAAADNQ/EIqK7Xp5bCs/s400/DSC_1423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687525371821898210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call me Noob. I didn't know there's Gong Cha in KL! What else, &lt;i&gt;kebas la&lt;/i&gt;. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpbWNGsxOhk/Tu4mMC_As6I/AAAAAAAADNA/iuMKFO3OC64/s1600/DSC_1424.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpbWNGsxOhk/Tu4mMC_As6I/AAAAAAAADNA/iuMKFO3OC64/s400/DSC_1424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687525367816958882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr_N1Ogvmj4/Tu4kt-CCwgI/AAAAAAAADM0/tcr2I_idqxs/s1600/DSC_1425.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr_N1Ogvmj4/Tu4kt-CCwgI/AAAAAAAADM0/tcr2I_idqxs/s400/DSC_1425.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687523751579795970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFcb4cllJhc/Tu4ktDkUtyI/AAAAAAAADMs/3VY1rNjCrjE/s1600/DSC_1426.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFcb4cllJhc/Tu4ktDkUtyI/AAAAAAAADMs/3VY1rNjCrjE/s400/DSC_1426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687523735885887266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was too full already and he still bought otah for me. I still &lt;b&gt;CLEARED&lt;/b&gt; it anyway. ahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ1WYkr3KPM/Tu4ks9rbSrI/AAAAAAAADMc/QPeJPzjyS4Q/s1600/DSC_1427.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ1WYkr3KPM/Tu4ks9rbSrI/AAAAAAAADMc/QPeJPzjyS4Q/s400/DSC_1427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687523734305065650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said that the previous photo is not nice coz it wasnt in an appropriate arrangement. So then, he took 2 otahs and let his hands do the posing. With the Rojak Noodles. My uncle is one entertaining person. No kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyXYa7mnrio/Tu4ksbx5A3I/AAAAAAAADMQ/pyhnKYLxJsk/s1600/DSC_1428.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: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyXYa7mnrio/Tu4ksbx5A3I/AAAAAAAADMQ/pyhnKYLxJsk/s400/DSC_1428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687523725205373810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still persuade me to eat this Ice Kachang. Oh! There was a bit of an argument because of it. Then, uncle still argued just so I get to eat it. hehe. So pampered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYbzGd6E6_w/Tu4ksNxh6QI/AAAAAAAADME/hYzRA4bnXs0/s1600/DSC_1429.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYbzGd6E6_w/Tu4ksNxh6QI/AAAAAAAADME/hYzRA4bnXs0/s400/DSC_1429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687523721445763330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sambal Stingray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FINh79sky0s/Tu4jHukrHQI/AAAAAAAADL4/UEQkQxkgvUw/s1600/DSC_1430.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FINh79sky0s/Tu4jHukrHQI/AAAAAAAADL4/UEQkQxkgvUw/s400/DSC_1430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687521995083422978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunty's bad aiming. She had the prawn on her spoon. Then she talk and talk and talk, till it dropped. She didn't realize it until she saw me taking a photo of something. She laughed out loud that she didn't know what else to say. ahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdB5_6JGUxU/Tu4jHLZLxDI/AAAAAAAADLs/qm8C6kZz8qk/s1600/DSC_1431.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdB5_6JGUxU/Tu4jHLZLxDI/AAAAAAAADLs/qm8C6kZz8qk/s400/DSC_1431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687521985639990322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ze swimming pool. Viva la vee! Got angmoh. But not good looking. Seriously. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNzqOUDlVMk/Tu4jGfHLJDI/AAAAAAAADLk/-uIFHuD0ygs/s1600/DSC_1432.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNzqOUDlVMk/Tu4jGfHLJDI/AAAAAAAADLk/-uIFHuD0ygs/s400/DSC_1432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687521973753291826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtXyWItY9g4/Tu4jFwN4xNI/AAAAAAAADLU/YKGnAvfrzBg/s1600/DSC_1433.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtXyWItY9g4/Tu4jFwN4xNI/AAAAAAAADLU/YKGnAvfrzBg/s400/DSC_1433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687521961164981458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macam biasa jugak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvtRUvlpnE/Tu4jFgNsM3I/AAAAAAAADLI/9I80hSEaKK4/s1600/DSC_1434.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvtRUvlpnE/Tu4jFgNsM3I/AAAAAAAADLI/9I80hSEaKK4/s400/DSC_1434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687521956869190514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haagen Dazs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGQ588JHOFc/Tu4gSB7fXnI/AAAAAAAADK4/p4TZEYMyrUY/s1600/DSC_1435.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGQ588JHOFc/Tu4gSB7fXnI/AAAAAAAADK4/p4TZEYMyrUY/s400/DSC_1435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518873543204466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrPG70GJack/Tu4gR5ZjJjI/AAAAAAAADKw/fgOZpoNE5WE/s1600/DSC_1441.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrPG70GJack/Tu4gR5ZjJjI/AAAAAAAADKw/fgOZpoNE5WE/s400/DSC_1441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518871253362226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Velvet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAGwLajJVog/Tu4gRDv9IyI/AAAAAAAADKo/TjAne0AifNA/s1600/DSC_1447.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAGwLajJVog/Tu4gRDv9IyI/AAAAAAAADKo/TjAne0AifNA/s400/DSC_1447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518856851825442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juxS-fwW7qM/Tu4gQnZIgsI/AAAAAAAADKY/dV3CrVHIhsY/s1600/DSC_1448.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juxS-fwW7qM/Tu4gQnZIgsI/AAAAAAAADKY/dV3CrVHIhsY/s400/DSC_1448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518849239909058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye KL. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_WeurVnOis/Tu4gQY9OMkI/AAAAAAAADKM/kbiuIdR9k9Q/s1600/DSC_1449.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_WeurVnOis/Tu4gQY9OMkI/AAAAAAAADKM/kbiuIdR9k9Q/s400/DSC_1449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518845364744770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqO5ZGAj_Ds/Tu4egqdClKI/AAAAAAAADJc/ULGG-RLcQjs/s1600/DSC_1450.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqO5ZGAj_Ds/Tu4egqdClKI/AAAAAAAADJc/ULGG-RLcQjs/s400/DSC_1450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687516925916255394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZwNFEzM_HU/Tu4egzLlx3I/AAAAAAAADJo/ZkPEx-Dj86M/s1600/DSC_1451.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZwNFEzM_HU/Tu4egzLlx3I/AAAAAAAADJo/ZkPEx-Dj86M/s400/DSC_1451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687516928258983794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrive in Singapore and had a meal with sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwu2xIqS_WQ/Tu4ehSL9ScI/AAAAAAAADJ0/Tneuuc-jn-M/s1600/DSC_1452.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwu2xIqS_WQ/Tu4ehSL9ScI/AAAAAAAADJ0/Tneuuc-jn-M/s400/DSC_1452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687516936582023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qf07qBd70nU/Tu4eh9sM-dI/AAAAAAAADKA/xshEspgnuSo/s1600/DSC_1454.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: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qf07qBd70nU/Tu4eh9sM-dI/AAAAAAAADKA/xshEspgnuSo/s400/DSC_1454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687516948259994066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta thank alot to both my Uncle and Aunty for bringing me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Else, the taxi fare will &lt;b&gt;KILL &lt;/b&gt;me there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food and accommodation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for taking good care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeding me all the time till I gained a kilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short getaway from the stress at home.&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/6139937934460581747-3613999036726269551?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3613999036726269551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-hype-to-rush-to-flight-to-food-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3613999036726269551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3613999036726269551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-hype-to-rush-to-flight-to-food-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lx5mQaVU93s/Tu4pmW7y7oI/AAAAAAAADP8/SbUgJMNra3I/s72-c/DSC_1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5722762145493076804</id><published>2011-12-18T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:07:18.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a-Lp2uC_1lg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I love this song since the first time I heard it&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by my aunty when I was very young.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the age.&lt;br /&gt;I never forget about this song. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad habit for me to have a video made, but never broadcasted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the time constrain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even get to touch my desktop for more than 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilty conscious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother will come nagging at me like sitting in front of the desktop is a crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with an old friend, who talks about things that I used to have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find the exact words to describe it but he filled me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said I &lt;i&gt;patah semangat&lt;/i&gt; along the way, 2 years back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I am back on thinking of the different strategies to get this working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my brother and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and I, plus my closest cousin, had this dream since we were children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like having this business up, get is stabilized, get good income, get a big big house and all three of us can live together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like old times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the cousins and I were very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the time when my cousin, Kak Lia, lined us, the younger ones, behind her and sang &lt;i&gt;'Lagu Tiga Kupang'..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got scolded by our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed and get punished together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argued, fought, got into unnecessary accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still united as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only that, most of us are married with children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working full time jobs etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time spent with each other are lesser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we're together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its still the same bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm gonna continue to type about my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop lying and stop pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5722762145493076804?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5722762145493076804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/definition-of-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5722762145493076804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5722762145493076804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/definition-of-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a-Lp2uC_1lg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-9076620414789528307</id><published>2011-12-12T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:43:13.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I watched Ombak Rindu while I'm in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Lead Actress Maya Karin came down to the cinema to have a game with us.&lt;br /&gt;She's a very humble and nice person.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this fever&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm very much disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a-mqkjDnljo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuhan tolong lembutkan hati dia&lt;br /&gt;Untuk terima ku seadanya&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku tak sanggup&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tanpa dia di sisiku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuhan aku tahu banyak dosaku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ingat Kamu kala dukaku&lt;br /&gt;Namun hanya Kamu yang mampu membuka&lt;br /&gt;Pintu hatinya ‘tuk cintaku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam kau bawalah rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Untuk dirinya yang jauh dariku&lt;br /&gt;Agar dia tidak kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Selalu rasa ada cinta agung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan bawa air mataku&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengalir membasuh lukaku&lt;br /&gt;Agar dia tahu ku tersiksa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa cinta dia di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya mampu berserah&lt;br /&gt;Moga cahaya tiba nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolong lembutkan hati dia&lt;br /&gt;Untuk terimaku seadanya&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku tak sanggup&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tanpa dia di sisiku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;:'( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I came across this movie and this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Says alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Siang malam fikir pasal dia je.. Dia sihat ke tidak. Da makan ke belum. Dapat sufficient rest ke tidak.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-9076620414789528307?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9076620414789528307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-watched-ombak-rindu-while-im-in-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/9076620414789528307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/9076620414789528307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-watched-ombak-rindu-while-im-in-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a-mqkjDnljo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1672094427370714175</id><published>2011-12-09T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:05:12.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving at 9am tomorrow..&lt;div&gt;Reaching there at 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying off at 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending my last few moments with brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz when I come back, he'll be away for weeks in camp already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care brother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss you for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday and today has been a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, celebrating Awi's belated birthday before he went off to BMT, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted Swensens for the past few months and he finally got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amazed on how he appreciate food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, you will be awed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother was around as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Karaoke before that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played billiard after that and went off to airport for Swensens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karaoke was crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only that it was with twinny! and Salam. *singing* &lt;i&gt;Sampaikanla salam.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twinny didnt sing coz she shy shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me also wanna shy shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played billiard after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun fun fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With twinny's blurness + Brother's pro-ism + Salam's step tak tahu + My selenge-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was non-stop blabbering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially me, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though my heart hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head havent been nice with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Never lie to me. With assumptions of my actions. If I asked you a question, chances are, very high at it, I already know. So when you lie, I won't be nice, at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why people lie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they lie just to protect others, it's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But lie while toying the person's feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it flattery or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I don't have a facebook anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-1672094427370714175?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1672094427370714175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/leaving-at-9am-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1672094427370714175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1672094427370714175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/leaving-at-9am-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2437283147699835115</id><published>2011-12-03T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:25:22.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens if  I'm alone at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sometime since I updated about a day's routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HALF &lt;/span&gt;of the family went off to Cameron, leaving the first four siblings behind.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets put aside my eldest. She's married what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was expected to come home to accompany my second sis on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I ended up sleeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;Might as well I don't go home right.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Wasted trip like that..&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was left alone at home and I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;CC came and fetched me to go to Sis' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover and in the wee hours of the morning, I left the house already.&lt;br /&gt;Because my house, is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I always clean the house alone.&lt;br /&gt;Expected with no more questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and second sis is not home.&lt;br /&gt;Bro asleep and I started out with the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Wash laundry, keep the folded ones, take down the dry ones, fold the dry ones, hang the washed ones to dry.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I clear off the kitchen. Scrub scrub scrub.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my computer table.&lt;br /&gt;Outrageous!&lt;br /&gt;The stuffs that belongs to me is the only the desktop set!&lt;br /&gt;The rest, no comments. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY &lt;/span&gt;not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Wipe off every dust. The tv shelf and everywhere I see dusts.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I clear the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I vacuumed the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to do things on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Own time own target.&lt;br /&gt;I won't get to waste energy getting angry at any dissatisfaction done by others.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Selfish, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when I'm alone?&lt;br /&gt;I clean up.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SING&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCE &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACT &lt;/span&gt;like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTAL BARBARIAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I used the vacuum hose as my guitar and jump around here and there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHILE &lt;/span&gt;vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna complain, so why not distress as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, took out my guitar and spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;That's my precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the old photos and I laughed at every ugly photos of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to myself for the whole day&lt;br /&gt;Coz there is no one to talk to. Might as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take the water out of the vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh crap&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/6139937934460581747-2437283147699835115?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2437283147699835115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-what-happens-if-im-alone-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2437283147699835115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2437283147699835115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-what-happens-if-im-alone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-6273821768236871005</id><published>2011-12-02T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:39:21.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7lZ8NgoZhjI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into this song..&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to this song so often years back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;I still loooove this song though.&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, brother brought Winnie along to Cameron&lt;br /&gt;He went with both my parents and my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, it'll be my turn to fly.&lt;br /&gt;With none of them..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Time to distress much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's boyfriend came over for sleepover&lt;br /&gt;Coz momma told him to..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la.. Not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went over to the shop and I called him up to buy me a drink while he's there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I hung up and I said,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "Good.. Just see how boyish I can get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me that &lt;i&gt;'I dont care, nothing new'&lt;/i&gt; kinda look.&lt;br /&gt;Cut that crap out, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was &lt;b&gt;SAYING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother brought Winnie along and I'm left alone at home..&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need to rejuvenate actually&lt;br /&gt;My condition hasn't been at all good..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worrying so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. like I told Awi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"It sucks to be the one that's sick amongst your friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sucks.. But it seems like, I'm the healthiest. It's all in the mind people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-6273821768236871005?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6273821768236871005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-bumped-into-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/6273821768236871005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/6273821768236871005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-bumped-into-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7lZ8NgoZhjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4503226573711609708</id><published>2011-12-02T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:26:49.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard the news that we'll be leaving earlier than we thought..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Saddens me more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Kakak supervisor gonna ease my job scope coz it seems that boss gonna pay the rest the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;That's good!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do subsidies, especially!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically the only thing I wanna do are the accounts.&lt;br /&gt;The marketing and all that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that I love doing my work, working side by side with Rin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since she wanna delegate the job..&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss my kids..&lt;br /&gt;Alot..&lt;br /&gt;Naughty and always get on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they are extremely loved by me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hopes they will grow up to be wise people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering on what I should buy for them..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;What uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4503226573711609708?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4503226573711609708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/heard-news-that-well-be-leaving-earlier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4503226573711609708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4503226573711609708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/heard-news-that-well-be-leaving-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-820671756059149560</id><published>2011-11-29T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:57:45.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVS0cTD1Oc/TtTkIZvXEZI/AAAAAAAADJQ/fDhw9rMkGmM/s1600/383665_10150377484538198_704928197_8287850_637270265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVS0cTD1Oc/TtTkIZvXEZI/AAAAAAAADJQ/fDhw9rMkGmM/s400/383665_10150377484538198_704928197_8287850_637270265_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415863020654994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all are completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to make the counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eY7GGKeIH58" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I watch this video, I smiled. I can never forget those amazing three days.&lt;br /&gt;Just very amazing. To have these people in my life, is a great blessing. I thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Allah S.W.T&lt;/span&gt; for protecting me throughout these 21 years. I thank my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;for bringing me up into this independant person I am now. I thank my companions,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; my friends&lt;/span&gt;, for always being there for me, supporting me during my downturns and tolerating with my undying loudness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tak tahu malu'&lt;/span&gt;-ness and everything else. I am grateful to have children like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; my kids&lt;/span&gt; to be in my life, being with me all the way for the 3 years plus I'm with them. They see me everyday and they didn't get sick of me. Thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my children&lt;/span&gt;, for doing this for me because you know this is the last that you will get to see me as your teacher. :'( I love all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Rohana &amp;amp; Surya&lt;/span&gt; for the birthday gift though it's belated. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Momma, Father and Siblings&lt;/span&gt; for being extremely patient and tolerant with me through my every nonsense. You never let me go with my crimes. You always make sure I admit to it and learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Kakak, CC, Anga, Kak Rozie, Kak Mimi &amp;amp; Izzuddin&lt;/span&gt; for making an outing for my birthday. I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my undying companions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ridaudin, Hizan, Muhaimin, Asnawi, Nashri, Zarinah &amp;amp; Eunice Usha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ridaudin&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for making time just to come down and join us for my celebration though you're out of cash, you didn't make that as a reason not to attend. You are always just a phone call away and will never stop calling me everyday to check on me. You wanna make sure I'm doing just fine and you know when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hizan&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for the undying support you've provided me anytime, anywhere. You're the best twinny anyone can ask for. BUT, you're MY twinny. heehee! Your understanding is really priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Muhaimin&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being so annoying all the time that just cannot make me angry at you. Thank you for that laughter I had when you tweeted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tmr is your busuk day!"&lt;/span&gt; You're the most annoying son I've ever had. Nevertheless, the son who cannot make my temper stay even for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Asnawi&lt;/span&gt;, my favourite grandchild. Thank you for understanding me and fully tolerating my nonsense. You have always been there to listen to me no matter how busy you are. You are my part-time doctor who is always very concern of my illness. Though I treat it as trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nashri&lt;/span&gt;, though you're always missing, I know you're the buddy I can rely on if I have problems. Giving me advices that is on par with my limitations and that, it actually works. Thank you for not forgetting(?) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Zarinah&lt;/span&gt;, being the most jumpy supervisor I've ever had, you're a friend and a sister as well. A friend who knows what exactly I'm going through and do what you may just to assist me with anything. Thank you for keeping wishing me from the day before to the day itself. Through facebook, twitter and text. It was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Eunice Usha&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for coming down to school just to celebrate my birthday with the kids. You went through that extremely heavy rain just to reach school on time. It has always been incomplete in class coz you're not around. Thank you, it was the sweetest of you to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough words to describe how much I appreciate all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, the wedding of&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Siti Zahara&lt;/span&gt;, one of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Majidz Clan&lt;/span&gt; member, on my birthday. An awesome one coz&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Majidz Clan&lt;/span&gt; was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Majidz Clan hoot hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JDeEubPzPeM" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YWvZlzrw4To" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;Chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-820671756059149560?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/820671756059149560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-all-are-completed-i-have-yet-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/820671756059149560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/820671756059149560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-all-are-completed-i-have-yet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVS0cTD1Oc/TtTkIZvXEZI/AAAAAAAADJQ/fDhw9rMkGmM/s72-c/383665_10150377484538198_704928197_8287850_637270265_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3627709006964687554</id><published>2011-11-19T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:48:08.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4T2n0lxmQMc" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berapa lamakah lagi&lt;br /&gt;Terpaksa aku menanti&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga pedihnya penyiksaan di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan hanya kepentingan&lt;br /&gt;Malahan keegoan telah ku korbankan&lt;br /&gt;Berlimpahan kasih sayang aku curahkan&lt;br /&gt;Buat mu seorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiranya semua itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak bermadai bagi mu&lt;br /&gt;Apa sebenarnya yang kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hilang bila ku tiba&lt;br /&gt;Kau datang bila ku kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Terasa diri...di persenda&lt;br /&gt;Dimana berakhirnya nanti&lt;br /&gt;Permainan sandiwara mu ini&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku tak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika benar cinta itu buta&lt;br /&gt;Butakah mata ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Berkali terluka masih jua ku merindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ku inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Cuma kejujuran dalam perhubungan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3627709006964687554?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3627709006964687554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/berapa-lamakah-lagi-terpaksa-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3627709006964687554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3627709006964687554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/berapa-lamakah-lagi-terpaksa-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4T2n0lxmQMc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4440937320191729969</id><published>2011-11-16T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:47:25.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RM84qWcHuxY" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dekat atau jangan datang kepadaku lagi&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin tersiksa karena tak memilikimu&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba jalani hari dengan pengganti dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hatiku selalu berpihak lagi padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa semua ini terjadi kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan maafkan diri ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak pernah bisa menjauh dari angan tentangnya&lt;br /&gt;Namun apalah daya ini&lt;br /&gt;Bila ternyata sesungguhnya aku terlalu cinta dia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hatiku selalu berpihak lagi padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa semua ini terjadi kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tuhan maafkan diri ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yang tak pernah bisa menjauh dari angan tentangnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Namun apalah daya ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bila ternyata sesungguhnya aku terlalu cinta dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aku terlalu cinta dia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am rather, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those days when I seemed to be happier.&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;But my mind didn't get off the thoughts of his wellbeing.&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;What are all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I feel like?&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm loving someone, who doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;But he's there.&lt;br /&gt;Right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too awkward to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Too awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed&lt;br /&gt;History of the past few months&lt;br /&gt;Is repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the progress of this&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY &lt;/span&gt;of that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;People like me&lt;br /&gt;Are people whom others like to mess around with.&lt;br /&gt;Because our hearts are the weakest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those people who treat people like me this way.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4440937320191729969?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4440937320191729969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/jangan-dekat-atau-jangan-datang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4440937320191729969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4440937320191729969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/jangan-dekat-atau-jangan-datang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RM84qWcHuxY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4418120307361538825</id><published>2011-11-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:02:42.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place just looks dull enough without photos.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I have uploaded these two.&lt;br /&gt;I found these and I remembered when I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnfHuVftyM/TsJ7XPvVnPI/AAAAAAAADJA/vyvT8VpHAks/s1600/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnfHuVftyM/TsJ7XPvVnPI/AAAAAAAADJA/vyvT8VpHAks/s400/image.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675234119732534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From this picture above, I am confident to say that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; look like my sister. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*in denial*&lt;/span&gt; But what gives? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately, I haven't been in the best of mood.&lt;br /&gt;Things came up so fast, I don't know which to attend to first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;So depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;It jeopardizes my health very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my best friend yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;He can never stop protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;To him,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "I will not let you go until you find the right man to look after you. So far, none came across in your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about something until he reminded me of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"You've been very depressed these days. You're sick and these just made it worst."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;I don't love anyone half halfheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4418120307361538825?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4418120307361538825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-place-just-looks-dull-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4418120307361538825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4418120307361538825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-place-just-looks-dull-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnfHuVftyM/TsJ7XPvVnPI/AAAAAAAADJA/vyvT8VpHAks/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4931840855674829897</id><published>2011-11-13T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T04:28:19.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;Is not to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I have no trust to put my feelings on anyone&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can simply just talk to me as and when you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;I am still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, you were like this.&lt;br /&gt;Next, you're totally the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't clarify anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, now, I didn't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;You've got time for cyber.&lt;br /&gt;But no, not me.&lt;br /&gt;I know where this is going already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Words are just words." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that stupid person who let you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am that stupid person who prays for you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I am that stupid person who is very concern of your well-being, no matter what you do/did to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am that stupid person who WAITS for you to be home, safe, everyday, yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell you what,&lt;br /&gt;This stupid person here, never ask for anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;Coz whatever I do, whatever I've said, they're Real and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a bitch. Anytime I want it to happen, I can.&lt;br /&gt;But I know something, I have something you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love from each and everyone of my friends&lt;br /&gt;Has proven to be sincere and undying.&lt;br /&gt;They talked to me, contact me, much more often that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Much much more often.&lt;br /&gt;You are always just missing. Unless I said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel I am even Needed in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to my own logic and opinions,&lt;br /&gt;I laid it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made you this way.&lt;br /&gt;You don't tell me anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Don't say things to flatter me. Say the truth, the every truth, though it will hurt me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's,&lt;br /&gt;my principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want something, if you know you need something, go for it. Never give up until it tells you straight in your face, it's not gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4931840855674829897?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4931840855674829897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-is-not-to-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4931840855674829897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4931840855674829897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-is-not-to-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7973141056583071015</id><published>2011-11-13T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:38:58.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Ytu5Y3PzME" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I am very speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7973141056583071015?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7973141056583071015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7973141056583071015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7973141056583071015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-Ytu5Y3PzME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7358328129709255755</id><published>2011-11-12T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:27:22.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ahha3Cqe_fk" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7358328129709255755?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7358328129709255755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7358328129709255755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7358328129709255755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ahha3Cqe_fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3181416838319926105</id><published>2011-11-07T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:29:06.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"This is why I like talking to you whenever I'm depressed. You're very patient with us and you never fail to remain as cheerful as always"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drag anger, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If I let it go, I let it go and carry on the day as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Coz, I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate the player, hate the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank both twinny and her boyfriend for the undying support they have for me.&lt;br /&gt;In whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's something cruel, they will stop me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to twinny on the phone just now.&lt;br /&gt;And the calefare&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(her boyfriend)&lt;/span&gt; at the back kept on mumbling things into the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;When I hang up, twinny tweeted something to me.&lt;br /&gt;Which I didn't know that two of those tweets were from her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets put it this way, twinny's words were very direct and I can't escape it.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a run about for me.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something new today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All of us are living in a rat-race. Only a few doesnt" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mael told me that today and I gotta admit, its very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met Mael, I called Awi.&lt;br /&gt;Coz his facebook is really suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, and he just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;His lazy voice just turned into laughter when I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Oh, u just woke up? Gooooood morning! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;He got what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me some things that surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;coz all these while, I thought no one would understand what I am going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he's feeling the same way as I am about the situation we call cliche to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted when he asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You understand what I mean anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I understand you fully I cannot explain. Coz it is the same case for me! My grandson has got the same instincts as me! Power la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;Met Mael&lt;br /&gt;He gave me ideas on how the business works, along with some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;Been years since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went off to meet Rid and he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He made it up to me by treating me to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungry, I can eat a cow on my own.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home and KeeTee wanna meet up.&lt;br /&gt;For Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;Again,parted with Winnie and she will be back by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today brings a few lessons to me.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me questions which I can't answer much.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a smart one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Get the answer from what you want from the things you're doing now. Then, you can answer to the rest of the other complicated stuffs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3181416838319926105?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3181416838319926105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-why-i-like-talking-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3181416838319926105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3181416838319926105'/><link rel='alternate' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/azrr0ccp5rM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-6802170627386863257</id><published>2011-11-06T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:54:44.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PLzuS0ay_To" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit begitu gelap, hujan tak juga reda&lt;br /&gt;Ku harus menyaksikan cintaku terenggut tak terselamatkan&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku ulang hari, ingin ku perbaiki&lt;br /&gt;Kau salah, kau kubutuhkan&lt;br /&gt;Beraninya kau pergi dan tak kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimana letak surga itu&lt;br /&gt;Biar kugantikan tempatmu denganku&lt;br /&gt;Adakah tanda surga itu&lt;br /&gt;Biar kutemukan untuk bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalah artinya hidup tanpa kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Percuma ku ada disini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-6802170627386863257?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6802170627386863257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/langit-begitu-gelap-hujan-tak-juga-reda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8323945352523280658</id><published>2011-11-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:32:23.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall back off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;He questioned me, why.&lt;br /&gt;He questioned me alot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't answer on that minute itself and I found myself hanging, with no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you're still stuck there&lt;br /&gt;I will let you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;My friends still need me.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8323945352523280658?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4072812076663251739</id><published>2011-11-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:11:30.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You want a bitch.I give you double.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were surprised I didn't contact her about it?&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, I hold a very simple principle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"For my problems. If you ask, I will tell. If you don't, I wont."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that, you don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;So you're suggesting that letting it all out like a barbarian to another person and have them look at him/her&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(the person you're having problems with)&lt;/span&gt; as a very bad person, is the better way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking. Not assuming. Like you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even contact you people for more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;What more do you want with me?&lt;br /&gt;Because frankly, I do not have the slightest thought of you people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mention about you people in both cyber and reality.&lt;br /&gt;Face it, I don't even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK &lt;/span&gt;of you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut this short.&lt;br /&gt;I apologised and I did nothing already after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna accept my apology, that's your problem.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drag me in your problems coz, I don't wanna bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;You find me contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well well... Look who's talking?&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still human.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes and will still do.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself from head to toe, are you worth for me to keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I keep people who don't think they are perfect, who admits to their mistakes, who dare take risks, but they are happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;They are living life and yes, I do have a big number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are very different, own their own mistakes and secrets, including lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;br /&gt;If they lie to keep the relationship alive, I find no harm in that.&lt;br /&gt;I will be hurt, but if they are sincere, I accept that.&lt;br /&gt;But if they lie and toy around with my feelings, I will provide the biggest rejection to them.&lt;br /&gt;Say, like breaking my trust?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mix around.&lt;br /&gt;I learn all the time on the different people and outcomes out there.&lt;br /&gt;Expanding my group of friends and mainly, my mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me names for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, I always say that.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my friends' words affected you.&lt;br /&gt;It really did affect you. Just look at how much you actually brutally described me as.&lt;br /&gt;Because they are very protective of me.&lt;br /&gt;They know how much of a bitch I can be.&lt;br /&gt;To them, I am never perfect. Still, they protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother much about what you said about me.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I didn't know my bestfriend did that.&lt;br /&gt;Until he called me to tell me about what he did.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, if you think I'm just a very good liar.&lt;br /&gt;Then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;Coz, pfft!&lt;br /&gt;What do I care about what you think about me, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4072812076663251739?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4072812076663251739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-were-surprised-i-didnt-contact-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4072812076663251739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4072812076663251739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-were-surprised-i-didnt-contact-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3450830317822968832</id><published>2011-10-29T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:00:43.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's here, stays here.&lt;br /&gt;What's in twitter, stays in twitter.&lt;br /&gt;What's in facebook, stays in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;What's in the house, stays in the house!&lt;br /&gt;Problems I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells&lt;br /&gt;Winnie is home.&lt;br /&gt;But gotta send her back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up by plans that I didnt foresee anything would happen&lt;br /&gt;Moron much?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should choose who we trust and me being too nice&lt;br /&gt;I sucked it all in and tada! Backstabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the cycle you see&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am still persistent to it.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so&lt;br /&gt;Momma got into depression yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Never was she in depression&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ONCE&lt;br /&gt;That was when she was pregnant with my younger sister 14 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extend she rant it in facebook and all the daughters just got, confused.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking too, you see&lt;br /&gt;With the situation at work&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I went out for a search again, for the missing kid.&lt;br /&gt;*haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her up and asked.&lt;br /&gt;She, at first refused to say anything until I just persuaded her to&lt;br /&gt;A million times of persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;Mother mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly going for a friend's birthday party but I let that one off coz of my momma.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how she's doing coz what she did, ranting in facebook, is so off the course.&lt;br /&gt;Told bestfriend Im not going because Im very worried of momma and he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home to see her very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Not good.&lt;br /&gt;She's NEVER quiet.&lt;br /&gt;See my face, sure got something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out again, bought her favourite ice cream and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;Voila! I see a smile over there.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Then, she started crying buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the real catch over here is&lt;br /&gt;My siblings are working adults.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the last one, still in secondary one.&lt;br /&gt;We are rarely at home and sometimes, things happen and we're just not in time to be there to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;So then when she starts to rant LIKE THAT, something is REALLY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, something was REALLY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my elder sisters and I just shoved everything aside and listened to her rantings.&lt;br /&gt;She cried and cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;I contained my anger for the problem and keep composure to listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt talk to bestfriend in the night like the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the understanding Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg still aches because I literally ran home.&lt;br /&gt;Ran from work to bus stop, from bus stop to home.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt took the train so the distance is quite, a distance?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, my momma.&lt;br /&gt;The one person who beat me up, though Im 21 currently.&lt;br /&gt;The one person who spill hot boiling water on me when Im sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;The one person who I always get annoyed by.&lt;br /&gt;The one person who possesses the heart, I always wanna impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird?&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;I know most kids out there just rebel when their parents do this to them.&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who does.&lt;br /&gt;But to me,&lt;br /&gt;She's still human with emotions, temper and all that stuffs we other humans have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3450830317822968832?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5861784966652189925</id><published>2011-10-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:28:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fti9jsCkXTg" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with writing songs&lt;br /&gt;Just to forget&lt;br /&gt;What they really were about&lt;br /&gt;And these words are bringing me so deeply insane&lt;br /&gt;That I don't think I can take my way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe through it&lt;br /&gt;Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing this song to you&lt;br /&gt;For the last time&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is torn in two&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of days spent without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting all the things I could have done&lt;br /&gt;To make you see&lt;br /&gt;That I wanted us to be what I go to sleep and dream of&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd die for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5861784966652189925?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5861784966652189925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-stuck-with-writing-songs-just-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3603057451151999887</id><published>2011-10-26T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:18:00.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has never been easy just to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I did alot of mistakes on the run.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I admit to the people themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans&lt;br /&gt;Never satisfied with whatever they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say much here but the main intention I have on posting this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done something that will affect me greatly&lt;br /&gt;Affect my progress all these while, I mean&lt;br /&gt;I managed to be myself again&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to show anyone on my characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people out there who loves to judge&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a young couple together, married.&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype has it that the female is pregnant with the guy's baby.&lt;br /&gt;But answer this, what if, they are a married couple with no children.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are young but answer to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stereotyping just gotta stop already.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it brings stupidity to you to even think badly of a stranger who did nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I saw a woman in hijab, smoking.&lt;br /&gt;I said nuts when she looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;I just, smiled. Apparently, she smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;She did no harm to me though I am sensitive to Muslims who wore hijab but didnt really take care of their image.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, thats just her.&lt;br /&gt;She was smoking, not talking loudly like a barbarian or squabbling physically with someone in public.&lt;br /&gt;I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;She is old enough to be very well aware of what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is&lt;br /&gt;Stop assuming so much.&lt;br /&gt;Stop counting the good things you've done and expect the other party to do the same or better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you do these&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in this cyber world&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comments we made and unfortunately, we have someone who just dislike us.&lt;br /&gt;They will start assuming that we are actually posting things indirectly directing to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;You know you did nothing of that kinda intention&lt;br /&gt;Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them judge you, criticize you, talk about you&lt;br /&gt;You don't stoop as low and do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I have done something somewhat similar to that.&lt;br /&gt;I did apologise and admitted  it but when I think about it now&lt;br /&gt;That person just wouldn't wanna accept it, there is nothing else I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Though for my case, I was actually letting out my disagreements on someone's actions in a very harsh manner to another person&lt;br /&gt;Just because I was filled with alot of angst&lt;br /&gt;I trusted that person so much, that I didn't think my messages would be passed around for the others to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great disdain, if you gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Take your step and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna keep assuming, people.&lt;br /&gt;Then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3603057451151999887?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3603057451151999887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-has-never-been-easy-just-to-pick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3603057451151999887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3603057451151999887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-has-never-been-easy-just-to-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3362488961645721606</id><published>2011-10-23T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:30:25.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;If I'm a bad person, you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I guess I'll make my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A mean cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't excite you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's your gavel? Your jury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;What's my offense this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Well sentence me to another life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3362488961645721606?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3362488961645721606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-im-bad-person-you-dont-like-me-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3362488961645721606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3362488961645721606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-im-bad-person-you-dont-like-me-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2173979112647524295</id><published>2011-10-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:25:23.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's not that I'm hooked onto these zodiacs readings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's that when I read this fully earlier today, I found that 97% of these are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't know about you, but this is the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Especially for the ones that I've bold in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Read the whole thing, do not stop until you're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nothing comes clear if you execute something halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That is exactly why, I hate half-ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;&lt;a name="_Toc6672026"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;&lt;a name="_Toc6672026"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;&lt;a name="_Toc6672026"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;&lt;a name="_Toc6672026"&gt;The SCORPIO Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt; "Consider anything only don't cry&lt;/i&gt; . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud  and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a  man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  I can almost feel the heat from here when Pluto women hear about that  revelation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's not a Scorpio female alive who doesn't think she's  all woman, and you may wonder what I'm talking about yourself, if you're  in love with one.&lt;/span&gt; This girl certainly has enough glamour, and she's  enormously seductive. But I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I  intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's  just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Less  restriction-more oppor­tunity.&lt;/span&gt; It's the one secret she even hides from  herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  Once the Scorpio girl has figured out the difference be­tween blue  booties and pink booties, she'll resign herself to wearing the pink  ones, because she's fabulous at mak­ing the best out of a situation. But  pink is not her natural color. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The true shade of her nature is dark  maroon, or deep wine-red, not a female color at all.&lt;/span&gt; However, to give  her proper tribute, she's able to make you think it is. I know one who's  great at pretending to be a fragile, fluffy kitten. She purrs so  contentedly most men guess she's an ultra-feminine Piscean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They topple  into her trap and wake up later, sadder but wiser. She is no kitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  Scorpio women have a scornful contempt for members of their sex who  flop in the roles of sweetheart, wife and mother, once they're stuck  with the parts. A Pluto girl will control her desire to dominate, while  she gives a glorious performance of womanhood, and she'll do it with  more finest than the masculine Aries, Leo or Sagittarius girl. At least  she'll do it during courtship. There may be a few cases when the  unsuspecting male gets a rude sur­prise after he shakes the rice out of  his shoes and the illusions out of his eyes. Unlike the Mars female, for  example, a Scorpio will subdue her drive and magnetize a man with the  heavy perfume of her exotic glance as she allows him to use his lighter  to ignite her cigarette. That's far sexier than aggressively striking a  match herself and blowing the smoke in his face, and she knows it. She  knows lots more. Another girl might rush headlong into your arms and  shout her love from the rooftops. The Scorpio girl walks toward you  slowly, seductively, and silently delivers her private message. It's  puzzling, but these women can look seductive in jeans, jodhpurs or  basketball shoes. Maybe it's her husky voice that creates the image. I  know one who wore a baseball cap (honest) the entire time her future  husband was courting her, and she spent a lot of time talking about  batting averages. But she was as seductive as Mata Hari just the same,  and she got her man. (He was hypnotized, as usual.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can give her a tumble, but she won't fall all over herself reacting  to your overtures. Don't expect her to bat long, sweeping eyelashes at  you, and adore you with blind devotion.&lt;/span&gt; Lots of female Scorpios are  tomboys with stubby eyelashes. Besides, with those beautiful, mysterious  eyes that can read your mind so clearly, she doesn't need any extra  trimming.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Whisper something romantic that would melt another girl out of  her senses, and the Scorpio girl will simply give you an intense,  penetrating look that will see right straight through to your real  intentions. She's a human X-ray machine, so don't flirt.&lt;/span&gt; Unless you mean  business, you're wasting her time and insulting her. I wouldn't advise  you to insult a Scorpio. It's just not healthy. If you don't know what I  mean, ask someone who has. He may have some stories to tell that will  curl your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  I'm well aware that this dangerous femme fatale can hide her power of  retaliation with a tremulous smile, gentle mannerisms, and the most  breathless voice this side of an angel. But astrologers are expected to  be up on these things. It's more important for you to be well aware.  After all, you're the one who's seeking to tame her-or protect your­self  against her-whichever. Probably both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  You can be sure that heaven certainly has no fury like that of a  Scorpio woman who's lost her normal steady control over those inward,  seething, Pluto emotions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She can be overbearing and domineering,  sarcastic and frigid- then turn as hot as an oven at 500 degrees  Fahrenheit. She can hate with bitter venom and love with fierce abandon.&lt;/span&gt;  She can shriek like a furious banshee or whisper like an affectionate  turtle dove. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing you can be sure of- she's never wishy-washy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  The Scorpio woman has a disconcerting gift that can make icy shivers  run up your spine. It's a peculiar form of black magic, and she weaves  it so expertly it can seem like real witchcraft. You have very little  chance to escape, once her eyes meet yours. Because of her mystical  sixth sense, she can often recognize a future mate at first glance, and  somehow, she'll transfer this perception instantly. You'll have one of  two reactions. You'll be hopelessly caught in her spell, and down you'll  go, in a dizzy spin toward surrender, or you'll be scared right out of  your socks, and feel like running for help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your rush? Stay  around awhile. You might find out what life is all about. She knows. And  she'll teach you. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, you should be flattered that she considers  you worth that strange gaze. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Scorpio woman can't excuse weakness in a  man. She looks for ambition and courage. She wants a mate who can  dominate her and make her proud, without disturbing her secret  individuality. &lt;/span&gt;He's expected to be strong, masculine and better-looking  than average. A high degree of intelligence is required to match her own  excellent mind, plus more than a passing acquaintance with abstract,  philosophical wisdom. So put your socks back on and practice a superior  smirk. Everybody you know will think you're pretty super to have her  staring at you. The men and women both. It could open new vistas, when  you think about it. Your personal stock should zoom several points  higher than it was before she noticed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having once achieved closeness with a female Scorpio, you can be  positive you're a unique and unusual man. You can also be sure that her  love for you is unmatched by any you'll ever experience-and you can take  that in sev­eral ways. You'll be the most important interest in her  life. If she's a typical Pluto girl, she'll boost you loyally, and try  to please you with passionate intensity. If you're too hard to please,  she'll show her frustration with pas­sionate attempts to conquer your  disinterest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  The word "passionate" probably caught your eye. Most men have heard  exciting rumors about the passion of November females. It's true.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She's  brimming over inside with passion, though it's kept under rigid control  by a poised, frosty attitude toward strangers, and a surface smoothness  suggestive of black velvet. But the male sex is too inclined to relate  passion strictly to romantic action; and that's selling her short,&lt;/span&gt;  because Pluto's definition of the word is far more encompassing. It's  involved with her feelings about everything she touches.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She's never  just slightly interested.&lt;/span&gt; It's impossible for her to be detached or  casual. She seldom likes or dislikes a play, a book, re­ligion,  furniture or people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She either bitterly resents or she intensely  worships. If one of these two passions can't be aroused, then she  totally ignores,&lt;/span&gt; with ice around the edges. Yet, through it all, she'll  remain essentially un­touched by emotional storms, judging at least from  her placid exterior, which always drapes itself around her after each  minor or major nuclear explosion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It may be difficult to convince your  mother-in-law that her daughter really broke all those dishes and tore  all those draperies to shreds after the fury has subsided and her black  velvet poise has returned. People may look at you as if you're a  character assassinator. What do you mean? Shame on you, accusing that  cool, controlled, lovely girl of such a temper. You have my sympathy, if  that's any help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has such fabulous virtues, you might know her vices wouldn't be  skimpy, either.&lt;/span&gt; So think about her good points. All right, then, think  about her good points after that lump on your head has healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  Because she's drawn to investigation of the shadows, she may at first  seem to be tempting, forbidden fruit, and the deep, strange expression  in her eyes intensifies the impres­sion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's true that the Scorpio girl  sometimes wanders into dangerous waters in her efforts to penetrate  life, and since there's not the slightest trace of fear in her (unless  she has an affliction to her Moon, and is full of nameless terrors), her  search may indeed take her into some weird byways.&lt;/span&gt; But the typical  Scorpio will emerge from any discovery still strong and pure. If she  allows the journey to soil her inner spirit, Pluto will punish her with  anguished remorse and guilt; yet she can still call on her great  strength of character to rise again, like the phoenix, from the ashes of  her experiments. In Kahlil Gibran's writings, the Prophet replies, in  answer to a question about Evil, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Of the Good in you I can speak, but  not of the Evil. For what is Evil but Good-tortured by its own hunger  and thirst? When Good is hungry, it seeks food, even in dark caves, and  when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters." &lt;/span&gt;A perfect description  of Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  She may have been a fascinated spectator to a million human foibles,  and she may have tasted a variety of ex­periences to savor the  knowledge. But she can mysteriously emerge from all her explorations  above suspicion, and still superior to almost every other woman you  know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She could be the keeper of quite a few secrets. It's surprising  how many dark deeds are confessed to Scorpios, though their own inner  lives are marked: "Private-Keep Out." She likes to hear secrets, but  she'll seldom tell anything any­one has confided in her, not even to you&lt;/span&gt;  (unless there's an afflicted Mercury in her natal chart). You can also  expect her to have a stack of secrets that relate to her personally, and  don't try to pry them out of her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's a private part to this woman  you'll never touch, a part of her mind and soul that belongs strictly to  her, and there's absolutely no trespassing there. She's not untruthful,  in fact she's more often too brutally honest, yet there will always be  those special thoughts and feelings she won't confide to you or anyone  else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  A Scorpio woman will be incredibly loyal to those she finds strong and  deserving, but the weak ones will never be honored by her glance. Her  dignity in human relation­ships can make her seem aloof and snobbish. In  a way, she definitely is, because she practices a personal caste  system, and it's more clearly marked than that of her Leo and Capricorn  sisters. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Scorpios are highly selective in friendships. They'll keep  the worthy companions through an entire lifetime, and freeze the  shallow, the common or the unworthy.&lt;/span&gt; There's an immense store of  perseverance and determination buried in the nature of a Scorpio woman,  and any time she chooses, she can call on these to help her master the  excesses which may tempt her, from drink and drugs to self-destructive,  ruthless revenge and dangerous depression. Sooner or later, she'll  probably investigate some form of the occult, and ancient mysteries and  unseen worlds will eventually have her respect, though Scorpios can  range all the way from religious fervor to total atheism during a  lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  A Scorpio woman need not be a legal wife to give wifely love and  devotion. If circumstances beyond your control make marriage impossible,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  she'll love you from hell to breakfast, and not give a hang what the  neighbors think&lt;/span&gt;. In most such unusual situations, the relationship is  real and honest above and beyond the shallow, selfish love of many a  legitimate marriage. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hypocrisies of society will never keep this  courageous woman from seeking the sun. She answers to no law but her  own, and in her Pluto heart, she has more total understanding of the vow  "till death do us part" than half the brides who blissfully murmur the  phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite her own strong individualism, the typical Scorpio girl will  let her man be the boss. Instead of overshadowing him with her force and  drive, she'll apply her talents to help him attain his goals. Your  future will be important to her, and she's not likely to insist on  retaining her own career after marriage&lt;/span&gt; (unless you've disappointed her  deeply or a second job is needed in a temporary domestic crisis).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; She  may fight you wildly in private, but she'll defend you fiercely in  public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She won't stand for anyone maligning you or taking advantage of  you. Those who try will feel the lash of her righteous anger. Your  happiness will always come first. &lt;/span&gt;Unless there are adverse aspects to  her Sun sign or ascendant in her natal chart, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she'll pa­tiently help you  persevere until you get what you want, and while you're getting it, she  won't whine or complain or become restless, though she might turn a  little bitter if you lose your courage on the way. She'll expect you to  aim as high as your abilities will reach. Anything less may bring on  some pretty sarcastic taunts and reproaches, &lt;/span&gt;especially if she has an  afflicted Mercury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  Scorpio women love their homes, which usually shine with cleanliness,  taste and comfort. Meals are served on time, and things are generally  under control. If the opposite is true, something is making her mighty  unhappy, because her natural inclination is to beauty and system. To the  typical Scorpio woman spring cleaning is like vacation. They love to  dig into comers to see what they can find. Just be careful she doesn't  find any cryptic notes that smell of perfume in your old jacket pockets  when she's clearing out the closets. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scorpio is unreasonably suspicious,  even when there's no basis for suspicion, so you can imagine what  happens when she finds a real clue to possible in­fidelity. &lt;/span&gt;Picture the  shape of a mushroom cloud and you'll get a general idea of what may  happen, figuratively speak­ing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's no good being suspicious of her, no  matter how many opportunities arise; and there will be a goodly num­ber  of them, because she never exposes her deepest feel­ings. Naturally,  this can arouse a few questions on your part. Just swallow them, along  with the lump in your throat.&lt;/span&gt; Like that locked chest or drawer she's had  since childhood, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certain things about her are off limits.&lt;/span&gt; It will get  you nowhere to probe.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I realize fully that it isn't fair. So does she.  But that doesn't change things a bit.&lt;/span&gt; That's the way it is. Take her or  leave her. You'll probably take her. It's almost impossible to leave  her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If nothing else, she'll haunt you the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt; Adjusting  to the idiosyncrasies of her nature is easier than suffering the  nightmares that will surely result if you walk away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one walks away  from a Scorpio. Not really.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't you know that? Those who have tried  can educate you. Any­way, you have a very special woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  As much as she needs the security of home roots, shell move if it's  necessary to your career, and without any visible flinching at the  uprooting. She makes an excellent wife for an army or navy man and a  real jewel for a politician.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's no one she can't see through, no  de­ception that escapes her. A Scorpio woman can tell you exactly who  can be trusted and which ones you have to watch.&lt;/span&gt; The Pisces wife has the  same ability, but she may be too soft to criticize, too ready to make  excuses for the failings of others. Not so the Scorpio female.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; In fact,  she may frequently have to check her sharp tongue and tone down her  brutal analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  In the budget department, Scorpio women are complete­ly unpredictable.  She can scrimp and save and pinch a penny until it bends double, then  have a sudden spell of being magnificently extravagant. One thing is  sure. She'll enjoy money, whether she saves it in an old shoe or spends  it on luxury. But this woman always leans heavily toward prestige, and  she won't let cash compromise that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She'll be satisfied if you choose a  smaller income, as long as it insures that you are your own boss, with  the potential to rise to become somebody of influence, Scorpio females  like power, and they will sacrifice much for it. &lt;/span&gt;Your power will do,  because Pluto allows her to be adept at living vicarious­ly through  others when it suits her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember that al­though she'll sacrifice and  put up with very little for a planned goal, she's too proud to live amid  shabby sur­roundings forever, and she'll become mighty sour and  dis­contented if she's forced to do so for an unreasonable length of  time. She'll either try to force a change in the family fortunes after a  certain period, or she'll gradually retreat into the dismal world &lt;/span&gt;of  the gray lizard, outwardly accepting and almost seeming to enjoy  poverty, but in­wardly intensely bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  She'll be possessive but she won't want to be possessed. One of the  worst traits of both male and female Scorpios is a refusal to see any  viewpoint but their own when the emotions are involved. It takes weeks  of introspection to bring them around to a semblance of humility. Her  natural interest in the opposite sex, even if it remains platonic, may  give you as much reason to be jealous of her as she is of you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She'll  probably fascinate every male in sight on oc­casion, and you may have to  sit by while they're mesmer­ized. It seldom leads to anything serious,  but it can cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; uncomfortable moments. It can also lead to  some explosive disagreements.&lt;/span&gt; In the heat of battle, it pays to remember  that her compulsion to even the score usually makes her the winner in  any kind of skirmish. She gets the last word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you tell her a lie, she  may tell two. If you stubbornly refuse to kiss her good-bye in the  morning after a tiff, she may refuse to kiss you goodnight for a month.&lt;/span&gt;  Just let your mother (or anybody's mother) criti­cize her cooking, and  the Scorpio woman may forget to invite her to dinner for several Sundays  in a row. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An acci­dental injury, however, she'll forgive, if she knows  it's unintentional. The Scorpio sense of justice is as strong as the  sense of revenge.&lt;/span&gt; Most people forget this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She'll remember every  kindness and give you back double for that, too. It works both ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  With the children, her expression of love may lack a cer­tain  tenderness and open demonstration, but the youngsters will probably  sense her deep devotion and feel emotionally secure anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Scorpio  mother won't let the talents of her children go unnoticed or gather  dust. She'll spend many an hour encouraging them toward higher goals,  and be willing to provide any support they need.&lt;/span&gt; Her offspring will find  her strong and helpful when youthful problems arise, because her  knowledge of human nature makes her a wise counselor. She'll teach them  to meet difficulties with her own courage. But she can be bund to their  faults, an attitude which can naturally cause a lot of trouble if it  isn't recognized and checked in time. Anyone she imagines is a threat to  the happiness of her children, in any way, however small, will be  crushed, and I'm afraid that in­cludes her husband. She won't appreciate  it if he's stricter with them than she thinks he ought to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;  A Scorpio woman will sometimes nearly drown you in her passion for  living, yet in a real storm, her cool, calm reason and steely strength  will be a life raft. Though she works her magic in strange and secret  ways, her haunting eyes will always gaze at you with basic honesty, even  while she remains just beyond the reach of human under­standing. She's a  little dangerous, perhaps, but undeniably exciting. Let other husbands  cope with the flighty girls. You've known the compelling mystery of a  lovely witch who brews a pretty good cup of tea and never bums your  toast. (Well, almost never.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the cup is empty, let her read the tea  leaves for you. She can-if she wants to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt; You mean you didn't know? I told you there are things she keeps to herself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;Credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/scorpio.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6139937934460581747-2173979112647524295?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2173979112647524295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-that-im-hooked-onto-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2173979112647524295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2173979112647524295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-that-im-hooked-onto-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8958961594509352856</id><published>2011-10-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:38:06.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, everything works through mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the annoying part is&lt;br /&gt;Are there any apps out there, ALIVE, that can work on desktops now?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear god.&lt;br /&gt;This is greatly testing my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh newsflash,&lt;br /&gt;Don't say things you don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another newsflash,&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely awkward when nowadays, I'm looking for clothes instead of gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have been alien-ite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another newsflash,&lt;br /&gt;I'm having cramps and of course, I do not tolerate nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Go dig your own space and go on tolerate yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8958961594509352856?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8958961594509352856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-nowadays-everything-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8958961594509352856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8958961594509352856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-nowadays-everything-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7607364214742768919</id><published>2011-10-12T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:01:54.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I stood up to face anything that comes my way. Anything at all'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever get this moment when everything just came back to mind and you feel the same exact hurt all over again?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It figures that when these things happen, its actually out to test you once again.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not, you're still helplessly lying on the floor, or you have finally stood up and face all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way&lt;br /&gt;I am having this moment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I am very close to being there, my target.&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted again.&lt;br /&gt;Like how it happened before.&lt;br /&gt;But c'mon, the bigger picture here is,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will have its hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I love being like this.&lt;br /&gt;You are very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I've implement a lot of force to push myself forward&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding a million of thoughts and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I am happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im easy to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be satisfied with anything done halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Be it, speech, plans, actions, promises, explanations, arguments and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;End it once it's started.&lt;br /&gt;Properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;Its a never ending war.&lt;br /&gt;Never ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes out like word vomit&lt;br /&gt;And those&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'everything'&lt;/span&gt; came from my own tattered heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7607364214742768919?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7607364214742768919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-ever-get-this-moment-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7607364214742768919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7607364214742768919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-ever-get-this-moment-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7195979936473333813</id><published>2011-10-08T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:29:03.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Children's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5b44PH3SSU/TpAHSSM28SI/AAAAAAAADII/-1yhuotQ-to/s1600/PA060029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5b44PH3SSU/TpAHSSM28SI/AAAAAAAADII/-1yhuotQ-to/s400/PA060029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032742309523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one beside me (left in green) always give those kinda expression in photos. No kidding! Though he's the only one who always follow me around. BUT, the naughtiest too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaXhCn4Fico/TpAHGgFMAJI/AAAAAAAADIA/023HCzKYE7E/s1600/PA060026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaXhCn4Fico/TpAHGgFMAJI/AAAAAAAADIA/023HCzKYE7E/s400/PA060026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032539877015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mind the finger. My student took this photo. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb1o3swpJNQ/TpAHGnm1o8I/AAAAAAAADH4/pF8aUaChKho/s1600/PA060025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb1o3swpJNQ/TpAHGnm1o8I/AAAAAAAADH4/pF8aUaChKho/s400/PA060025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032541897204674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ct9WxDANXag/TpAHGv3UIWI/AAAAAAAADHw/bqbHg5hhjaw/s1600/PA060024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ct9WxDANXag/TpAHGv3UIWI/AAAAAAAADHw/bqbHg5hhjaw/s400/PA060024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032544113795426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbzEqShOLIg/TpAHGNKmTSI/AAAAAAAADHo/JcBeZ5pVjeY/s1600/PA060023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbzEqShOLIg/TpAHGNKmTSI/AAAAAAAADHo/JcBeZ5pVjeY/s400/PA060023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032534799437090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmGGw8yMdOk/TpAHFd3rPlI/AAAAAAAADHg/EQxllc44GQs/s1600/PA060022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmGGw8yMdOk/TpAHFd3rPlI/AAAAAAAADHg/EQxllc44GQs/s400/PA060022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661032522103602770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my ex students who came back and stayed for awhile. The ones that came back are all the smart ones. See the teacher la. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see&lt;br /&gt;No videos yet&lt;br /&gt;Friend borrowed my camcorder and I'll wait until I get it back and I will make the video.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's day&lt;br /&gt;As you can see too&lt;br /&gt;My class consists of most boys and very little number of girls.&lt;br /&gt;5? 6?&lt;br /&gt;Out of 20.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;They will not hesitate to disturb me during the photo taking&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;Life have been quite the topsy turvy mode&lt;br /&gt;But I can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes too you know.&lt;br /&gt;I am not always right too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7195979936473333813?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7195979936473333813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-childrens-day-one-beside-me-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7195979936473333813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7195979936473333813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-childrens-day-one-beside-me-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5b44PH3SSU/TpAHSSM28SI/AAAAAAAADII/-1yhuotQ-to/s72-c/PA060029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5678031180350562831</id><published>2011-10-04T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:58:49.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXkGmGGh_08/TotJQfnZQEI/AAAAAAAADHY/HrMXUcIevQw/s1600/DSC_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXkGmGGh_08/TotJQfnZQEI/AAAAAAAADHY/HrMXUcIevQw/s400/DSC_1256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659697904434626626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5678031180350562831?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5678031180350562831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5678031180350562831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5678031180350562831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXkGmGGh_08/TotJQfnZQEI/AAAAAAAADHY/HrMXUcIevQw/s72-c/DSC_1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5207648917190554644</id><published>2011-10-04T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:55:07.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my print screen photos when I bumped into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qL24ja8jbPM/TotH26p-AwI/AAAAAAAADHQ/ahimjtOEZFk/s1600/123.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qL24ja8jbPM/TotH26p-AwI/AAAAAAAADHQ/ahimjtOEZFk/s400/123.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659696365504955138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud when I read this convo.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So noob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;There's a few of our convo I kept.&lt;br /&gt;I realized my reasons was because, he was that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;Noob!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those days, everything changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5207648917190554644?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5207648917190554644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-browsing-through-my-print-screen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5207648917190554644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5207648917190554644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-browsing-through-my-print-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qL24ja8jbPM/TotH26p-AwI/AAAAAAAADHQ/ahimjtOEZFk/s72-c/123.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5201257115292804042</id><published>2011-10-02T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T08:17:47.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n4PJo8XogL4" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5201257115292804042?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5201257115292804042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5201257115292804042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5201257115292804042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n4PJo8XogL4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8417492268932628047</id><published>2011-10-02T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T07:24:09.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srrvsQzHlfY/TohqudaNFDI/AAAAAAAADHI/MBzRqmTvPrg/s1600/P9240013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srrvsQzHlfY/TohqudaNFDI/AAAAAAAADHI/MBzRqmTvPrg/s400/P9240013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658890278192092210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEErRgnxVx8/Tohp1bck3rI/AAAAAAAADHA/zlMWGS7N250/s1600/P9250056_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEErRgnxVx8/Tohp1bck3rI/AAAAAAAADHA/zlMWGS7N250/s400/P9250056_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658889298412625586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Halamak! Mak aku peh suara, aku blast lagu pon tetap boleh dengar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Bagaikan sihir suaranya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Menusuk kalbu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*englay mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, when was the last time I went out to hang out and I brought my laptop along?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the recent one is now.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy in the above picture is Awi..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that ugly-expression faced guy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tekka with him coz I need to look for Henna since my business is all about it.&lt;br /&gt;A friend worth keeping. I told him I wanna go there, though that place was crowded and weather was scorching hot, he endured coz I must find the Henna with the best quality.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! his remarks when I told him I wanna go Tekka went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Na! Kau buat aku trip sak tiba tiba. Ape cite kau nak pi tekka na?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life consists alot of turning points now.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Im still busy and my schedules are rocking baby!&lt;br /&gt;To the extend I have no time to edit my videos!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Im not a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;Im a businesswoman&lt;br /&gt;That is why Ive been busy.&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video that I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPOSED &lt;/span&gt;to upload but I forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;It kept aborting! Youtube on Firefox is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Using Chrome now. In hopes that it wont abort.&lt;br /&gt;*prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning points aye?&lt;br /&gt;I have a topic I wanna talk about and make a video of it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will make it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer a big quantity of friends or a small quantity of very close friends?&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintanceship, Friendships, Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertaining to yesterday's incident&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you're embarassed on what you have done, its not an acceptable reason to do that to me. Wait, its not fit to be a reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my facebook's almost equivalent to dead.&lt;br /&gt;Should I revamp it?&lt;br /&gt;Or deactivate?&lt;br /&gt;Ive been on twitter like an addict.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The ones who stay with you and become your companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8417492268932628047?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8417492268932628047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/halamak-mak-aku-peh-suara-aku-blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8417492268932628047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8417492268932628047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/10/halamak-mak-aku-peh-suara-aku-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srrvsQzHlfY/TohqudaNFDI/AAAAAAAADHI/MBzRqmTvPrg/s72-c/P9240013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8063315615805021916</id><published>2011-09-17T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T04:28:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is not over yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I feel like laughing at you now.&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't bother much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been in for a different purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the main purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest update.&lt;br /&gt;Just now&lt;br /&gt;I went to the shop to do some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'shopping'&lt;/span&gt; for my younger sister&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this aunty who walked pass me and she hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, by accident of course, but no apology.&lt;br /&gt;So I indirectly said to her towards my sister in a low voice tone,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Jalan pass orang tak payah nak langgar kan" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(There is no need to hit that person when you're walking pass them right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took that aunty a few minutes to digest that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (lambat load)&lt;/span&gt; , and she scolded me, from far.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salah orang.. ni part aku tak kasi muka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Im the one who hit her?&lt;br /&gt;If she hit me by accident and its only a bit, I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;My lips will be sealed.&lt;br /&gt;But noo... it was hard enough for me to turn 90degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt satisfied and she scolded me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Lu fikir wa tak faham apa lu cakap tadi?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (You think I dont understand what you said just now?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said back,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; "Kalau da faham tu bagos la!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Its good that you understand!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied back,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Wa tak langgar lu, lu cakap wa langgar lu,. Wa nampak wa jalan sebelah lu tadi wa tak langgar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; (I didnt hit you and you said I did. I saw I walked pass you and I didnt hit you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Member da mengamok pe?&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Lu nampak? Abeh siapa tadi langgar wa? Hantu?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; ( You saw? Then who hit me just now? Ghost?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she kept on blabbering and cutting in my speech.&lt;br /&gt;My natural instinct, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;wait for the other party to stop talking then I will say my piece. But noo.. This aunty blabbered non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;So her friend was saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Dont fight la.. enough la dont fight la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her friend,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; "You tell her to relax first. Who's the one who start it first. I wasnt talking to her in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that aunty came and cut in again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Lu cakap melayu lu fikir wa tak faham?! Lu mau orang tak langgar lu pergi orchard la. Lu fikir lu pakai lawa lawa wa takot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (You thought you spoke in malay I dont understand? You dont want people to hit you, you go orchard. You think you dress up Im afraid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part tu aku kekek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKDE LINK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I replied back,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Lu jangan banyak bising la. Wa pakai lawa lawa itu wa punya pasal. Wa pergi orchard memang takda orang mau langgar wa. Lu mau langgar orang, lu pergi tu Orchard. Ada ramai orang! hahahha!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(You dont talk much. I dress up is my problem. I go to Orchard, nobody will hit me. You wanna hit people, you go orchard. Theres alot of people! hahaha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend budged in and say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Aiya.. dont fight la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunty kept on blabbering things&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I DONT UNDERSTAND AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding&lt;br /&gt;Until I said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Lu relax boleh tak? Okay fine la lu tak langgar wa! Hantu yang langgar wa. Happy? Sudahlah, lu balik sualah!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Can you just relax? Okay fine you didnt hit me! Ghosts did! Happy? Enough, you better go home!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rude tone was very audible. Until her friend brought her to somewhere else, she still came around to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEKEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more does she want?!&lt;br /&gt;Then I said back,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Lu salah orang la aunty. Lu brani lu datang sini marah wa. Jangan jerit jerit dari sana!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Wrong person la aunty. If you're brave you come here to me and scold me. Not shout to me from far!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was telling me to calm down already.&lt;br /&gt;She was afraid already but at that time, I was still keeping my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunty punyer pasal&lt;/span&gt;, I just gave her my sharp-tongue treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la&lt;br /&gt;You dont wanna admit, to you you're not wrong, then get a move on already.&lt;br /&gt;Why still come around and find fault with me?&lt;br /&gt;Like im the one who hit her?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made the payment for my sister's stuff and we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;People was looking at me when I raised my voice.&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a damn, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8063315615805021916?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8063315615805021916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-is-not-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8063315615805021916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8063315615805021916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-is-not-over-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-6238532553505499979</id><published>2011-09-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:49:56.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excursion till 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sort&lt;br /&gt;I can just go straight to bed once I step foot into my house.&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;My shift today at work is 7am to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;12 hours in total and Ive been awake since 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy..&lt;br /&gt;I even slept at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;So, equivalent to me being a zombie right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have videos to edit&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I could not find the time to do it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is gonna be jam pack for me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I will be rushing from a place to another for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear god.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to meet me, she wants to meet me, they want to meet me, I have to send orders of meals, I have company event too. &lt;em&gt;*faints*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters,&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Achieving all the things that Ive been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;This time, Im free.&lt;br /&gt;Im free to do whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dreams I have, I am going to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to back down either. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not typical but sure am not the only kind living on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot figure out what type of a person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one I know of myself&lt;br /&gt;I am the one person you will meet&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to live and survive on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if no one is going to help me, I will still find my way.&lt;br /&gt;And, I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5964588361304214185</id><published>2011-09-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:18:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AhE5Gs0pgnc" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once again you're home alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tears running from your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everything same old thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So used to feeling pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She knows better but she can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How do you heal a heart that can't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Its broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;His love is all she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;His love is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, I don't think I am capable anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AhE5Gs0pgnc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-806639415149086123</id><published>2011-09-09T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:48:05.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em2yNF0lBf4/TmoK9Gxt2BI/AAAAAAAADG4/7RgJ_hBIA6g/s1600/03102010232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em2yNF0lBf4/TmoK9Gxt2BI/AAAAAAAADG4/7RgJ_hBIA6g/s400/03102010232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650340727397144594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HKcgAEU-6nI" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;In the paramore video, you can clearly hear my bestfriend's scream.&lt;br /&gt;Its very audible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-806639415149086123?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/806639415149086123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tradition that I wont run away from.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit, the joy is still there. Though not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clan is planning to go out together&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;Its been years since we went out together to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that we're breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;Its because we are bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the family just got bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is&lt;br /&gt;Im not working tomorrow because its Teacher's Day!&lt;br /&gt;It was the celebration today and Ive got alot of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Very touched with their words and their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'attempt'&lt;/span&gt; to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Very sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I wanna bring out is,&lt;br /&gt;I have this issue that I always get myself into trouble&lt;br /&gt;Not the crime type trouble&lt;br /&gt;The trouble whereby I will always get into this one very confused state.&lt;br /&gt;I know Im not that nice, you see.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow why people love to get to me, to help?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these are hallucinations but I cant help to think that, they are asking something bigger in return.&lt;br /&gt;But what?&lt;br /&gt;Mind games yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Something good may happen, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wont budge to let my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;Be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to upload a video on youtube for three days straight already.&lt;br /&gt;At least twice per day.&lt;br /&gt;But still, the process kept aborting itself and I think my patience is running out on this.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna upload it!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-2971021899755960763?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2971021899755960763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-hari-raya-without-further-ado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2971021899755960763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2971021899755960763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-hari-raya-without-further-ado.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3914213320917469532</id><published>2011-08-23T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:46:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZvi2C_PRg/TlPZNulMS2I/AAAAAAAADGo/ee-H58QWM7U/s1600/DSC_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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till now&lt;br /&gt;Almost the end of the month already.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited and uploading now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-792793202999637158?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/792793202999637158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-delayed-wishing-of-happy-fasting-till.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/792793202999637158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/792793202999637158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-delayed-wishing-of-happy-fasting-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1953285938862191135</id><published>2011-08-19T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:15:48.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know..&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been abandoned for quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;Got videos all inside my desktop but none are already edited.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it when I say I am busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I manage to take this time off to at least update this blog in words rather than videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So much for wanting to make it into a vlog aye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But still progressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading posts on this Singaporean youtuber, Dee Kosh&lt;br /&gt;In two different blogs, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that he is rather, didnt filter his words BUT, i still find him funny.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I wasnt victimised like XX.&lt;br /&gt;Which I think.... ( no comments )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be back on track with life is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the positive side, I am happy to have people around me&lt;br /&gt;More of 'em&lt;br /&gt;But looking on the negative side, I still hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though right now&lt;br /&gt;I am still putting myself into trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; on purpose&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I actually am &lt;em&gt;*fill in the blanks*&lt;/em&gt; kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;So... hooray(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward for the festive season, Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Bores me&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like it much since I was 17&lt;br /&gt;Coz that is when I realize, its really nothing&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the surface of the many conflicts&lt;br /&gt;I backed off until I reached 17&lt;br /&gt;Plastics&lt;br /&gt;Though its the&lt;em&gt; 'right'&lt;/em&gt; thing &lt;strong&gt;(claimed to them)&lt;/strong&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hari Raya?&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to it coz its a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the visiting&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;br /&gt;I don't get that glee-ful feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tried to make it worthwhile last year&lt;br /&gt;It didnt work&lt;br /&gt;His friends were fun&lt;br /&gt;Not him&lt;br /&gt;I do not wanna go on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this year&lt;br /&gt;I shall give it a shot again with the boys to actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that&lt;br /&gt;This fasting month is kinda challenging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very thankful that I received orders for my pastries from many&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Equals to more time at home baking.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, coz I love to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy fasting month, then comes Hari Raya, then comes the dullness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4698169387483671989</id><published>2011-07-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:06:53.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time checked : 5.04am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Don't trust the timing published at the bottom of my every posts. It lies all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the catch&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asleep yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*runs around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go pray and then, snore&lt;br /&gt;And wake up at 8am because I got errands to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You can't always protect your heart. Sometimes, the only way to be safe is to open it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-@weeatquotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4698169387483671989?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4698169387483671989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-checked-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4698169387483671989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-851473962329019233?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/851473962329019233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/851473962329019233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/851473962329019233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/taXz3mUxYOY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-144207243725002052</id><published>2011-07-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:28:37.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lR1d1fRDR1A" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made: November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lR1d1fRDR1A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2610572852657115491</id><published>2011-07-22T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:48:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman has many insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;From the tip of their toe to the end of their hair strands.&lt;br /&gt;From the split ends of her hair to the busted nail on her toe.&lt;br /&gt;Every single one matters.&lt;br /&gt;One defect, the whole thing changes.&lt;br /&gt;Quite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;A woman's crown is her tresses.&lt;br /&gt;Changing the style changes their image, changes their personality and style.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is full of weird stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Random notes that just, comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue now is&lt;br /&gt;I type better than I explain.&lt;br /&gt;I am much more long winded.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it explains that I chopped off a part of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It was, sure, long.&lt;br /&gt;I had it shortened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it got better.&lt;br /&gt;No more hair falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video is in the process of uploading on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything will be recorded through my camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I will just rant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is fun taking videos of myself talking about anything, in public. The looks of the passengers in the train are the best. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-2610572852657115491?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2610572852657115491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-has-many-insecurities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2610572852657115491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2610572852657115491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-has-many-insecurities.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4228160053178939565</id><published>2011-07-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:39:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been long gone from this Kpop world&lt;br /&gt;I even lost alot of my knowledge on the language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Im back&lt;br /&gt;I saw all the new girl groups.&lt;br /&gt;One word&lt;br /&gt;Pecah! Habis berderai.&lt;br /&gt;In english, it simply means&lt;br /&gt;In direct translation : Broken, shattered to pieces&lt;br /&gt;In translation by meaning : Totally cannot make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted similar dance/performance techniques and choreography&lt;br /&gt;The songs are just not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I still can listen to SNSD's Into the New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing videos now&lt;br /&gt;And its really not easy&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not the editing being difficult&lt;br /&gt;Its my concentration on it&lt;br /&gt;I kept doing something else and I havent even edit it yet&lt;br /&gt;Only 2% done.&lt;br /&gt;Nyaha!&lt;br /&gt;Its as good as 0%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4228160053178939565?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4228160053178939565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-been-long-gone-from-this-kpop-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4228160053178939565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4228160053178939565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-been-long-gone-from-this-kpop-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5436299681559708584</id><published>2011-07-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:09:05.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dated a JERK for the whole of a year and a half.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog has been, abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;Quite.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is very unlikely of me to not update it for more than 2 days, most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to upload a video for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST &lt;/span&gt;Vlog ever.&lt;br /&gt;hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy all the way till my leg hurts coz I kept walking in and out of the class and school.&lt;br /&gt;But, Im lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;My kids has been behaving coz, my partner is no more around and that I am alone now.&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to, discipline discipline discipline&lt;br /&gt;Coz everything will go to how it was&lt;br /&gt;How I set it to be before.&lt;br /&gt;So, knowing the kids are afraid of me being furious&lt;br /&gt;They take care of my temper, well.&lt;br /&gt;My kids can do it.&lt;br /&gt;The ex has no patience for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same.&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't change abit.&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be that others' problem has been made mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nah..&lt;br /&gt;Im not the type to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'jaga tepi kain orang' &lt;/span&gt;and be such busybody asking about every single mishaps my friends have.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some aunties I know. Get a life please. Your life is too boring, I see.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me their problems and knowing how free I am, they want me to help.&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;My own problems have eased down alot.&lt;br /&gt;Greatly, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I have been using my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'ignore the angst'&lt;/span&gt; method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been wonderfully wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting alot of my friends already.&lt;br /&gt;For the past one month plus.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he has another girl now.&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;Fast right he?&lt;br /&gt;It figures that during his time with me, he wasn't this nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, compared to before, he wasn't close to being that nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;Everything keeping things low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOTH &lt;/span&gt;the good and bad stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I was his prop anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And I lasted to tolerate with him for a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Woah to that.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stalk him, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I've got life to do.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes never lie.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't rake up the past.&lt;br /&gt;Waste of time actually.&lt;br /&gt;Its as simple as, he wasn't faithful and that he had his hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;And that my life now is brighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I missed this life, the one I had before I was with him.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out the best of my every potential.&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever seen me played the guitar, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I work everything out.&lt;br /&gt;Coz everytime I got pulled back, I remembered my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another relationship, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;, to heal myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am not desperate to feel loved that way, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take anyone as a rebound.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his is not a rebound because, he cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find love in another form.&lt;br /&gt;The one that my bestfriends and the rest of my friends showered me with.&lt;br /&gt;The one that my clan has for me.&lt;br /&gt;That undying support is what counts.&lt;br /&gt;That undying support is something I will bring, to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why&lt;br /&gt;I can survive without facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I can just update here and there, when Im outside.&lt;br /&gt;But it is very obvious I didn't switch on my desktop for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;As long as this blog is not updated, my desktop is not switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, another update&lt;br /&gt;I've got my camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5436299681559708584?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5436299681559708584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-blog-has-been-abandoned-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5436299681559708584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5436299681559708584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-blog-has-been-abandoned-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1954235974371307120</id><published>2011-06-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:37:33.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZAzWT8mRoR0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my partner, I got hooked to B2ST&lt;br /&gt;When in the first place, I don't favour them so much.&lt;br /&gt;Then she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPOSELY &lt;/span&gt;go play that song in class just now.&lt;br /&gt;Then she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGE &lt;/span&gt;when Im enjoying the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case is&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be alone&lt;br /&gt;:( x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers is showing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me and my girl, Kiasu max when it comes to Transformers&lt;br /&gt;We are watching it tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Kiasuism. I know. But I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going out everyday&lt;br /&gt;The distractions and support got stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no much time left&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Im not gonna think about it&lt;br /&gt;Just go with the flow and live the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There's a voice deep down, reminding me of the actual fact of what I am facing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This time, ignorance is bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-1954235974371307120?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1954235974371307120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZAzWT8mRoR0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7495868540182533588</id><published>2011-06-27T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:30:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best thing about the people in my life is&lt;br /&gt;There are always at least one person who will be there when I needed help.&lt;br /&gt;And they did it fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only just now&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 responding to me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you all&lt;br /&gt;Love love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Im always there for others&lt;br /&gt;I got it vice versa without waiting, hoping for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;It will happen, people&lt;br /&gt;Patience is virtue&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only skill you need is&lt;br /&gt;Recognise the blessing behind everything and you'll be on your way&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to get demoralised&lt;br /&gt;Find the light and don't ponder on it&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I admit I myself can be like that at times&lt;br /&gt;Demoralised and all&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, packed weeks&lt;br /&gt;Ive watched 4 movies in a month!&lt;br /&gt;Thats why my money just deplete like mad&lt;br /&gt;But, Im enjoying life&lt;br /&gt;How my heart may be in a mess right now&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that mother understands me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fulfill my student's dream for me to play a song, by the guitar, for her on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Siti working on it kay, dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to unleash my full potential&lt;br /&gt;Like I said years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2106392956747168133</id><published>2011-06-26T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:20:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQr-HmfXZ-Q" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like whatever I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just can't get through to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm never gonna tell you nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, now she love me, shorty, I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Used to jump up in the Maybach and roll out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Used to care, she used to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The love that she used to give me can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I lost my way, she said she'd stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And lately I've been sleeping with a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My stock is down and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I used to be worth my weight in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That was before the great depression kicked in and rocked us&lt;br /&gt;And that was before the hurricane came in and stopped us&lt;br /&gt;I told you to leave but you lied to me when you said that&lt;br /&gt;Baby, no worries, I promise to get us back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know sorries, just wouldn't do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying to travel through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But it's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I keep climbing and hoping things would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then the sky turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the water from the rain washes progress away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She, she don't touch me, I don't touch her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We ain't really ever say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I really wanna give her everything she deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But the bad took away the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She thinks that I'm full of it, arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Always pissed, man I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Every kiss that I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Girl you know I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You never believe when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I never believe it when you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love you, and I shouldn't complain about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I should take it like a man and walk up out it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cause we will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been standing in gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And you have been the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I know sorry, just wouldn't do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Gotta move this mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I keep climbing and hoping things would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then the sky turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the water from the rain washes progress away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well baby why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This must be a slow death that I'm traveling on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It feels so wrong, I'm barely holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;See no matter what it takes, I've gotta get it together baby yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And these hills that I'm traveling up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She ain't showing me love, I'm down on my luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ooh, I'm done, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know sorries just wouldn't do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying, I'm trying my boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But it's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I keep climbing and hoping things would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then the sky turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the water from the rain washes progress away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's like moving a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm trying to move this mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well baby why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why you just leave me, just leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3BBsF7VIQyo" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed you to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed you for pointin' out my wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never needed pain,i never needed strenght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My love for you was strong enough you should've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed you for judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed you to question what i spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never ask for help, I take care of myself, I don't know why you think you got a hold on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed your corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On everything from how i act to what i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never needed words, i never needed hurt, i never needed you to be there everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry for the way i let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of everything i wanted when you came along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i am never beaten, broken, not defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know next to you is not where i belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JXmUYdOVJtc" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I’d love enough to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MrM69sbuFXk" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1uNjmxJQUo" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Seems like everybody is breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And throwing their love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I know I got a good thing right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That's why I say, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nobody gonna love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'mma stickwitu forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'mma stickwitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'mma stickwitu, my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'mma stickwitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;See the way we ride in our private lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ain't nobody getting in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I want you to know that you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ain't nothing else I could need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know you and you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And that's all that counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-2106392956747168133?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2106392956747168133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-like-whatever-i-do-just-cant-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2106392956747168133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2106392956747168133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-like-whatever-i-do-just-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQr-HmfXZ-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2186163952858741101</id><published>2011-06-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:25:36.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son is back with me&lt;br /&gt;The Papa ignored him anyway&lt;br /&gt;And Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smell like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's and something just came back in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that certain something from him&lt;br /&gt;Something that now, I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;But heads up&lt;br /&gt;In near future&lt;br /&gt;There must be someone who have it&lt;br /&gt;And better&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T-sxSd1uwoU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4139299898900437907</id><published>2011-06-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T06:56:30.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OlLckjP337U" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't know what I was missing or why I ain't listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cause of my curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What else could it be he just had to cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You might have had me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I must be going because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I got life to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But this time its different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't even feel the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's a shame in a way cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No I can't be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't keep going through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the person I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love's good when its right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OlLckjP337U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8354657323787210129</id><published>2011-06-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T05:23:02.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Sentosa with family&lt;br /&gt;Tiring max&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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You, being a man should make her new relationship the best of her life.&lt;br /&gt;-@TheNotebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3980599323873740824?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3980599323873740824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/her-past-relationships-were-worst-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3980599323873740824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/3980599323873740824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/her-past-relationships-were-worst-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4130565561571440297</id><published>2011-06-17T10:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:24:09.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't get mad when a girl cares too much. Worry when she starts to not care at all.&lt;br /&gt;-@WeEatQuotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4130565561571440297?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4130565561571440297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-get-mad-when-girl-cares-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4130565561571440297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4130565561571440297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-8732284154265263714</id><published>2011-06-17T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:20:08.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear EX, you're my past, not my present, definitely not my future because you chose a life without me.&lt;br /&gt;-#DamnItsTrue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8732284154265263714?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8732284154265263714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5656753999360043480</id><published>2011-06-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:25:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't you know Im not your ghost anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You lost the love I loved the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Christina Perri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5656753999360043480?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5869576352755555299</id><published>2011-06-14T08:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:24:53.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Told you that no one can lie to me..&lt;br /&gt;I told you so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need reporters to tell me&lt;br /&gt;I always know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5869576352755555299?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5869576352755555299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5697790797229306938</id><published>2011-06-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:31:45.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can cover your ears from something you don't want to hear, but you can't just keep your heart from something you don't want to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-@WeEatQuotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5697790797229306938?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-2702928142128059968</id><published>2011-06-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:30:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A relationship is like a job. You have to work hard to get in it, and you have to work even harder to stay in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;- @WeEatQuotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Someone asked me did I miss him. I didn't reply.. I just closed my eyes and turned away, then I whispered, "so much.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-2702928142128059968?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2702928142128059968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationship-is-like-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2702928142128059968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/2702928142128059968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationship-is-like-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1016712091265123868</id><published>2011-06-10T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:39:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s2EQm6WPMHs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagos..&lt;br /&gt;Korean version dont have MV, Japanese one have&lt;br /&gt;And they just started embarking over there, so it explains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, *ehem* I can do this dance&lt;br /&gt;Can pull it off pretty easily&lt;br /&gt;And brother still is trying to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, still.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-1016712091265123868?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1016712091265123868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/bagos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1016712091265123868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/1016712091265123868'/><link 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that Hara is too vogue for this kinda songs.&lt;br /&gt;Though Nicole suits anything.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-8132668970854824141?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8132668970854824141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-always-thought-that-hana-is-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8132668970854824141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/8132668970854824141'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know the dance already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to dancing and singing and entertaining&lt;br /&gt;Its a whole different world and its my escape&lt;br /&gt;Its something that I loved so much and this time, Im not letting it go until its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Then, going for the dance competition after the prac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4142833092610901889?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4142833092610901889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-yeah-i-know-dance-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7663044979247511626</id><published>2011-06-10T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:17:35.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nNsZVO6Yy0k" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you could envision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The meaning of a Tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You might be surprised to hear it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When it comes down to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You never made the most of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I cried, cried, cried, and now I say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7663044979247511626?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7663044979247511626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-could-envision-meaning-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7663044979247511626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Hoooow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I did the stupidest thing just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something&lt;br /&gt;And I guess, it will be a long time since I will see you again girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday come faster.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it may seem fast&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, my life has been moving fast in the first place&lt;br /&gt;So, yay to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I wonder what is going on inside there, you see&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, fill me in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3006797522812385599?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3006797522812385599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4486940092898566895</id><published>2011-06-07T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:49:14.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WwMsWjrlu54" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wanted you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I'm so through with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Cuz honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You turned out to be the best thing I never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; And I'm gon' always be the best thing you never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I bet it sucks to be you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; So sad, you're hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Boo hoo, oh, did you expect me to care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You don't deserve my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I guess that's why they ain't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4486940092898566895?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4486940092898566895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanted-you-bad-im-so-through-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4486940092898566895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4486940092898566895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanted-you-bad-im-so-through-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WwMsWjrlu54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-4353663176368883634</id><published>2011-06-07T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:45:42.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scorpios are karma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-4353663176368883634?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4353663176368883634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/scorpios-are-karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4353663176368883634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/4353663176368883634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/scorpios-are-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7766224394263487054</id><published>2011-06-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:52:56.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dm41zP_RZfo" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If I am anywhere to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I have grown too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To ever fall back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7766224394263487054?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7766224394263487054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_3153.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7766224394263487054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7766224394263487054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2MgZvJO6fkQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-82879550468153944</id><published>2011-06-07T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:39:51.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IgLcQmlN2Xg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t4H_Zoh7G5A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-9029823918291862134</id><published>2011-06-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:31:33.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z4nKOzk8qbw" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was under your spell for such a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Couldn't break the chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You played with my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tore me apart with all your lies and games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I crawled up on my feet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now you're trying to lure me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But no, those days are gone, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I loved you so much that I thought someday that you could change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But all you brought me was a heart full of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was worried about you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But you never cared about me none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You took my money  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I know that you, you could kill someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I gave you everything  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But nothing was ever enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You were always jealous over such crazy stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You can't touch me now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There's no feeling left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you think I'm coming back,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't hold your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What you did to me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Boy I can't forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you think I'm coming back,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't hold your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't hold your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-9029823918291862134?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9029823918291862134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-under-your-spell-for-such-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/9029823918291862134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/9029823918291862134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-under-your-spell-for-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z4nKOzk8qbw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-6090960939038490189</id><published>2011-06-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:47:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JetXpmDxwRE" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Main blog was their jamz man&lt;br /&gt;Back then&lt;br /&gt;Everyday will ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Eh, got update anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dont mind my ugly faces. Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zaman boy girl lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldnt remember who called me Siti Sakura&lt;br /&gt;It should be Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;I know Hussein called me pigiak and bark bark&lt;br /&gt;The other guys, especially Lui Teng(psyduck), called me SPYWARE!&lt;br /&gt;Chin Yang still call me Trojan when I wished him happy birthday few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;She passed away days after my break up&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else more to think at that moment&lt;br /&gt;I was literally lost for words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-6090960939038490189?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JetXpmDxwRE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-3021336236829304327</id><published>2011-06-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:18:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wwCykGDEp7M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to sing to this song with my brother&lt;br /&gt;I still have the recording.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-3021336236829304327?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wwCykGDEp7M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5759056234664433017</id><published>2011-06-03T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:00:25.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8KkqCKSg2vE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2006&lt;br /&gt;This was the video that gave me ideas.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be, "WOW" for me back then&lt;br /&gt;But now, its something normal for me&lt;br /&gt;I can dance exactly like them&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still look up to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days&lt;br /&gt;Where a 6-minute dance song and formations were the trend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very last performance was in 2006&lt;br /&gt;A 6-minute plus song.&lt;br /&gt;Which I forgot most of the choreography already..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5759056234664433017?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5759056234664433017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-in-2006-this-was-video-that-gave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5759056234664433017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5759056234664433017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-in-2006-this-was-video-that-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8KkqCKSg2vE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-1833234259220508757</id><published>2011-06-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:41:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jQybgJCswF0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You were never like the girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You were never like the guy I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love this song though&lt;br /&gt;The dance is still captivating&lt;br /&gt;Pop-lock babeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-1833234259220508757?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1833234259220508757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-116136448096960776</id><published>2011-06-02T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T05:13:39.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1UyBJ-r9J8/Ted9PKVZvGI/AAAAAAAADFk/yAfCPUPjFrc/s1600/123.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1UyBJ-r9J8/Ted9PKVZvGI/AAAAAAAADFk/yAfCPUPjFrc/s400/123.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613593159966243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*at work; 6.30pm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Ainee and she waited for me&lt;br /&gt;Seriously not used to this&lt;br /&gt;Boss emailed me about the excursion&lt;br /&gt;Asking about their learning objectives&lt;br /&gt;Super lost&lt;br /&gt;This is a last minute thing&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Bapak!&lt;br /&gt;We go fish farm then we learn about fish what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisey bedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You were always jealous over such crazy stuffs. What you did to me, boy I cant forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Nicole Scherzinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-116136448096960776?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116136448096960776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/116136448096960776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/116136448096960776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1UyBJ-r9J8/Ted9PKVZvGI/AAAAAAAADFk/yAfCPUPjFrc/s72-c/123.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-7443360677990046181</id><published>2011-06-01T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:02:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to remember that I havent recover fully yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-7443360677990046181?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7443360677990046181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-to-remember-that-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7443360677990046181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/7443360677990046181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-to-remember-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139937934460581747.post-5330833002634135511</id><published>2011-05-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T08:23:32.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rejected'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8yvGCAvOAfM" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What if I wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Laugh it all off in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What if I fell to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Come break me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Bury me, bury me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I am finished with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What if I wanted to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Beg for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You say you wanted more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I'm not running from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Come break me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Bury me, bury me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I am finished with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Look in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You're killing me, killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; All I wanted was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I tried to be someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; But nothing seemed to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I know now, this is who I really am inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Finally found myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Fighting for a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I know now, this is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much it relates to what Im feeling all these while..&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139937934460581747-5330833002634135511?l=weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5330833002634135511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-if-i-wanted-to-break-laugh-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5330833002634135511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139937934460581747/posts/default/5330833002634135511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnoticeshangingabovemybrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-if-i-wanted-to-break-laugh-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995103757883031634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h220/nara_kitara/UchihaItachi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8yvGCAvOAfM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
