<?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-2461877441985568658</id><updated>2011-11-07T10:21:51.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><subtitle type='html'>:: Miscellanea Of Thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3616179439438638545</id><published>2010-12-31T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:20:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Place In Lion City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A hundred years later, and I hereby present you part 2 of my Johore-Singapore getaway vlog with Tasya and Afiq. Haha. I already posted this video on YouTube, Facebook and Twitter about a week ago, just took me a few lazy moments before I could blog about it. Yeah lazy moments involving me sitting around at home like I ain't got no direction in life. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This video features a slight bit of the process we had to go through before entering Singapore, how we got there and bits and pieces of stuff we did in Universal Studios Singapore. There were a few places in Universal Studios which I didn't record coz I think by the time we reached the 4th world (is that what they call it? or is it studio? haha) which was Ancient Egypt I think, I'd lost my recording mojo. Had the camera in my hands the whole time from the hotel, in the shuttle bus and inside USS. The weather started getting pretty heated up my hands got all sweaty and juicy. Oooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWwVExlv34Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWwVExlv34Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Places that didn't make it into this video were Ancient Egypt, Jurassic Park and Madagascar. We barely even took photos at those locations. Haha I guess we were too into exploring that documenting was far off our minds. Also I never got to show the entrance for the Monster Rock musical which you can see a teensy bit of at minute 3:28 of the video. I was really kid-meets-Santa-excited about it coz I don't think I've ever watched a live musical before. Despite numerous musicals I've seen on both the big and small screen I was fairly jakun-fied by it all. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as if I haven't mentioned it multiple times in the video, I LOVED The Daddy-Os (YES! I finally found out their group name after ages of Googling!) who performed at the Kowabunga Kove. They were so cute!! Unfortunately we didn't get to take pictures with them due to timing. Aiyaaa. I shall be back to blog more after I go mandi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-3616179439438638545?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3616179439438638545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3616179439438638545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3616179439438638545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3616179439438638545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-one-place-in-lion-city.html' title='This One Place In Lion City'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4788813361567140165</id><published>2010-12-14T11:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:41:25.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Town Before Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still didn't get my footage from Tasya due to the never ending death and rebirth of the internet connection followed by responsibilities of life humans have to attend to, HAHA. So I decided to not include those footages since they're not even THAT necessary. It was basically just me talking about the trip and the passport renewal process I had to go through at my house while I was waiting for Tasya to fetch me the night before we headed to Johore. It's OKAY to not put that in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This first part of the getaway revolves around the very first day starting from when we first suited up at Tasya's house, our journey to Johor and what we did the whole day when we finally got there. Do know that I didn't have my camera up in my face the whole time haha, I just recorded whatever I could whenever I felt like it. Took em all and compiled em in this one video. So there's no Singapore here yet. Just the journey to and at Johor. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHMw_tbAGSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHMw_tbAGSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-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/2461877441985568658-4788813361567140165?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4788813361567140165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4788813361567140165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4788813361567140165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4788813361567140165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/12/town-before-singapore.html' title='The Town Before Singapore'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7881922010297032099</id><published>2010-11-22T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:55:43.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter &amp; ChocHeartz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 was released in Malaysia last Thursday. I wasn't expecting to be able to see it on the day of the release, but somehow when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; asked me to give booking the tickets a try there were still a lot of seats available for that particular day. I was expecting to see every show time they had, fully booked. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; a little bit of a shocker there. I guess the Potter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fandom&lt;/span&gt; isn't as crazy over here? We managed to get the night show, watched it and loved every second of it! Better than the previous two actually for some reason. I wouldn't know to compare the movies with the books &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I've never actually read the books completely. Only bits of them from some of the books that I've borrowed from friends in the past. Still a big fan of the movies nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel was just so great I cried the last part but a bunch of lame guys in the cinema just had to ruin the moments I thought were touching. They kept laughing even at parts that had no reason for humor. Anyway a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtubers&lt;/span&gt; from the states that I regularly watch are long time HP fans. I just love seeing how much they're into the books and hearing their thoughts about the movies in relation to the book. Here's a review from one of my favourite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtubers&lt;/span&gt;, Kristina from the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AwesomeGirls&lt;/span&gt;. Thought this was a really awesome review for the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF5xw4e8kHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF5xw4e8kHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/UMVC"&gt;The United Malaysian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vlog&lt;/span&gt; Channel's &lt;/a&gt;theme for last week was '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kerana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saya&lt;/span&gt;' which was basically a survey with the objective of getting to know all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UMVC&lt;/span&gt; members a little better. The theme was brought up in a survey video containing questions that we had to answer in a video response. Even viewers are welcomed to post their response if they want to just for the fun of it. We've got a few submissions already and it's going pretty well. Getting to know quite a lot of people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's mine. Recorded it two days ago. If you notice the outdoor scenes I was actually going to film the video outside but by the time I started it was already getting darker by the second! So I just ran around with my camera and used that footage for the intro, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HhUmmhzCQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HhUmmhzCQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So for those of you who MIGHT have been wondering, now you know a thing or two about yours truly. Made it pretty simple. And I KNOW. I know I look like some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; panda. The lighting in my room &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shucckss&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Was a little lazy to put in much editing and stuff. Hope you like it though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-7881922010297032099?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7881922010297032099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7881922010297032099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7881922010297032099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7881922010297032099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/11/potter-chocheartz.html' title='Potter &amp; ChocHeartz'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-9036192186873392980</id><published>2010-11-14T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:23:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Told About In Fables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little late this week I only watched the latest Glee episode Never Been Kissed yesterday night. Just felt the need to do a post on it because it is by far the best (my favourite) episode of season two for now. Well minus the whole Puck out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juvie&lt;/span&gt; plot. That was definitely on the spot ideas they just threw in so that Puck's character would have something to 'stay alive' in the show. I really liked that the focus of the episode revolved around promoting awareness about judgementalism towards image and sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Bieste being the image they choose to use for their 'cool-off' was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL,&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous but funny too. I like the conversation she had with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shuester&lt;/span&gt;, thought it was endearing. I guess one of the reasons it being the best is the fact that the sequel to last season's favourite assignment, the guys versus girls mash up took place in this episode. And this time they had to choose songs by the opposite sex. The girls sang Start Me Up (Rolling Stones)-Living On A Prayer (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;) and the guys, Stop In The Name Of Love (The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Supremes&lt;/span&gt;)-Free Your Mind (En Vogue). Woot! The Bieste group hug was adorable haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puck and Artie's rendition of the Bob Marley songs were pretty good too. One thing though, I was a little confused to why the audience actually responded and danced around to their performance when they were dead silent during the Empire State Of Mind performance in the first episode. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, a little lack of revision there! But I gotta say, the Dalton Academy guys singing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream was the best part. HOT. Weakness for male &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a capellas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pSLJZRjI/AAAAAAAABro/vBko_Nt88Qk/s1600/189521741.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539402565128111666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pSLJZRjI/AAAAAAAABro/vBko_Nt88Qk/s400/189521741.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy that Kurt's lover was finally revealed, Blaine (played by Darren &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Criss&lt;/span&gt;)! I seriously thought Sam was gonna be the one he'd pair up with and that only time would tell till he came out of the closet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; TWO new characters! Both absolutely mouth watering :D Funny thing a few days before I watched the episode, my favourite 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AwesomeGays&lt;/span&gt; member Michael tweeted the photo above saying that they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; chose this one other guy in the background for Kurt. I hadn't watched the episode yet so when I finally did I couldn't stop looking at that cute guy at the back instead of the actual star of the performance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aside from all of that, I just couldn't help noticing Kurt's epic looking wardrobe throughout the episode! How rad was he! I literally print screened every one of my favourite outfits while watching it and searched for details on it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! I managed to find a few from several different sites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_rPiEBuXI/AAAAAAAABso/RnB666WHElc/s1600/knbk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539404718763260274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_rPiEBuXI/AAAAAAAABso/RnB666WHElc/s400/knbk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_rY-r8icI/AAAAAAAABsw/w1FILpuSK34/s1600/knbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539404881065707970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_rY-r8icI/AAAAAAAABsw/w1FILpuSK34/s320/knbk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trouvé&lt;/span&gt; Drop Stitch Cardigan and a key/chandelier print top. For some reason I just love the red plaid pants together with those black knee high combat boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pvI8svrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/6UBifRud9Zc/s1600/knbk14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539403062754197170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pvI8svrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/6UBifRud9Zc/s400/knbk14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_qIeixSHI/AAAAAAAABsg/VQp2RxdFC8Y/s1600/knbk15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539403498047752306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_qIeixSHI/AAAAAAAABsg/VQp2RxdFC8Y/s320/knbk15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this one was really cute. G-Star Raw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Highbury&lt;/span&gt; Knit Cardigan in Yellow with also, yellow boots. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_s5Xwz4KI/AAAAAAAABs4/i2PRgdvczAg/s1600/Slide3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539406537064439970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_s5Xwz4KI/AAAAAAAABs4/i2PRgdvczAg/s400/Slide3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This heavily star/geometric patterned coat, shirt and tie was very Chuck Bass-like but a million times better. Kurt looks ridiculously fabulous in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pULu3MXI/AAAAAAAABsI/T9opBINZoNY/s1600/Slide2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539402599645000050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pULu3MXI/AAAAAAAABsI/T9opBINZoNY/s400/Slide2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the black trench! And again those boots, Dr. Martens 9663 Lace-Up! There was that scene where Blaine was pulling him to the room where the guys were going to perform was a good shot of the boots, I just loved seeing it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm never really into talking about clothes, but I guess I just got excited for Kurt's in this episode &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pTjPBXII/AAAAAAAABsA/hk9NjyIXLnc/s1600/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539402588774030466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pTjPBXII/AAAAAAAABsA/hk9NjyIXLnc/s400/Slide1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoever came up with that acrylic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bow tie&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clock faces&lt;/span&gt; design. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pTGbx-_I/AAAAAAAABrw/vdT8p66OwW8/s1600/gqmfers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539402581042920434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pTGbx-_I/AAAAAAAABrw/vdT8p66OwW8/s400/gqmfers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doc Martens jacket. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt;! "And the hottest accessory to have this season (Blaine)" as mentioned by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gleestyle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So what were your favourite songs/outfits/part this episode?&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-9036192186873392980?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/9036192186873392980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=9036192186873392980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/9036192186873392980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/9036192186873392980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/11/told-about-in-fables.html' title='Told About In Fables'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN_pSLJZRjI/AAAAAAAABro/vBko_Nt88Qk/s72-c/189521741.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5592275173805927745</id><published>2010-11-12T21:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:25:19.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL! I was just about to start on this post when I heard a motorcycle outside my gate. It was the McDonald's delivery guy sending the 'good stuff' my sister had called for earlier. She was praying at the time, so I had to run out and get it. The weird thing was when I got to the gate the guy seemed like some normal dude on a bike. I was expecting to see that warm box they would usually have at the back of their bike where they keep the food so it wouldn't get cold. There was absolutely no sign of it on this guy's. So me being my paranoid self just stood in front of the gate staring back and forth at him and his motorcycle trying to figure out where's the heck the food was. Haha he just stared back. Awkward, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed he might have came for some other reason or whatever. So I was like, "Yes?" and then he answered, "Twenty two ringgit and sixty cents" and pulled out the food from the basket attached to the motorcycle positioned in front of him which I honestly DID NOT SEE at all. "Ohh!". Hahaha. I felt so absurd!! Paid him got the food and ran back in the house laughing like some crazy woman. The end. Just wanted to document that absurd of a moment. It was just so weird that he didn't have that box thing on his bike. He could've been some burglar or something, I didn't want to just take for granted that he really was the delivery guy. Haha. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN1P2tUVPcI/AAAAAAAABrg/JGTzf9mfWo8/s1600/Skyline%2B%2528A4%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" "border:none;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670918031982018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN1P2tUVPcI/AAAAAAAABrg/JGTzf9mfWo8/s400/Skyline%2B%2528A4%2529.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANYWAY, recently on Wednesday I brought Tiqah along with me to the premiere screening of the movie Skyline. They had a dress code which was sky blue clothes and or face painted red which of course we just weren't in the mood to follow. We just dug out whatever blue-ish shirts we had and went with it. The face painting was optional so as long as we dressed sky blue or at least put a little effort into the clothing, we would get Skyline note pads. So we did and the note pads look pretty rad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie on the other hand I thought was plain okay. They had this pretty I guess creative? concept of telling the story backwards. It was based on events that happened within a 4 day period and they started off with Day-4 till Day-1 to where how everything began. And when they were finally done with Day-1 they summed up the ending with what was happening in the present. The effort of un-cliche-ing the plot was there but unfortunately it just got me sleepy. They had already shown what happened in Day-4, who was already dead or who was going to survive. Obviously we would be able to figure that out when they start Day-3 right? So yeah, it was filled with predictable moments throughout the whole thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670904616610898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN1P17V27FI/AAAAAAAABrY/U23FOy5Zjio/s400/8A83_TP02_00036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670902889011666" border="none" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN1P10592dI/AAAAAAAABrQ/duzGohdHOfs/s400/8A83_TP01_CC_00003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The aliens have got some sort of control over whoever stares into it's blue light. Your face starts getting all red and veiny and your body just loses it and gets pulled towards them and into their ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the effects and how the aliens looked pretty cool invading the Earth and chasing after the every single living thing in sight and all. But I guess the way the story was told just wasn't as intriguing. And geez, the ending. The ending was pretty dumb. Haha. You'd be like, "Wth? That's it?!". Go see it if you want to and you'll see what I mean. The effects are worth the watch but with good effects come great responsibility. LOL. The responsibility of NOT letting the pattern of the storyline bore you ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty delighted that somehow this month I've been pretty lucky to be able to get quite a number of free screenings. Before Skyline I also got tickets to see Altitude and You Again and had the pleasure of bringing all three of my sisters one to each :) Fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-5592275173805927745?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5592275173805927745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5592275173805927745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5592275173805927745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5592275173805927745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-look-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Up'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TN1P2tUVPcI/AAAAAAAABrg/JGTzf9mfWo8/s72-c/Skyline%2B%2528A4%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7211148160775759703</id><published>2010-11-02T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:17:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Hustle-Lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here it is the music review I've been talking about. I stayed up till 4am last night editing this. I had started planning out the arrangement before but the exhausting part came when it was time to trim each individual video. Deciding on which parts to be used which was irrelevant. Cutting out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ums&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aahs&lt;/span&gt; and long pauses. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4rBYWHNd5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4rBYWHNd5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even after all that, I realized that I was speaking really slow throughout the video. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I recorded my part late at night while my sister was studying opposite me at the long table in the studying area of my house. Because that's the only place that has decent lighting unlike my bedroom that's so dungeon-like! I guess I got too carried away with keeping it down so I wouldn't interrupt her. On top of that, me trying to keep my cool as I get pretty nervous recording with people around. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video turned out pretty well for me. I think. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure if whatever I said even made sense, but I gave it a shot and I hope Kraft will appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right now, I really have to get back to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; piece (I'll talk about that one soon)! I've been so into the whole music review project that I've started slacking really bad. Need to start focusing again! Get my head in the game!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-7211148160775759703?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7211148160775759703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7211148160775759703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7211148160775759703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7211148160775759703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/11/meet-hustle-lah.html' title='Meet The Hustle-Lah'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4820752127827307551</id><published>2010-10-29T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:10:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I mentioned about wanting "change" and that without "going for it" we'd just remain unmoved from that very same spot BUT, I just couldn't stand the white background I set up for my posts!! I like seeing my posts tall, dark and handsome. So here I am, back to the old dark background and loving it! Hence the saying, "Once you go black, you never go back" proven before your eyes. Holler! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the midst of working on this music review video on an independent Malaysian artist whom you'll find out when I post it on YouTube soon. I'm doing this solely upon request by the artist himself (yes it's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brothah&lt;/span&gt;) after a casual conversation we had that at one point involved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vloggers&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia and stuff. He wants to know what people think of his work and asked if we(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vloggers&lt;/span&gt;) wanted to do a music review for him. This is pretty new to me as I've never done a music review before and am not sure if I even know how to!! But then again, there's a first for everything so I'm just gonna give it a shot. Hopefully without embarrassing myself in front of the dude. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vloggers&lt;/span&gt; to collaborate with me, and they're just as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;-a-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fied&lt;/span&gt; as I am. So at least we're on the same boat. Sail together sink together, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. When I asked this one friend of mine if he's any good at doing a music review he answered, "I'm not a musician so I guess my opinion wouldn't count for much". Partly true, you'd actually have to know your way around music to be able to voice out your opinions about how someone else makes their music. It's true if you want to hear the architectural view on it. However, the opinion of the listeners matter too as the most part of making music is to reach out to people be it emotion wise or purely entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;How would you review music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I had such a tiring dream last night! I was underwater during the whole dream and had to swim like crazy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; shark was on the loose. I remember being in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laboratory (still underwater for some reason) and this chinese family somehow followed me there and we hid together in between these huge shelves that had some kinda pot plants arranged on them while the shark swam back forth above and beside us. Haha, I also recall watching that family's maid getting her face chewed off right in front of me. It was horrifying! Mostly tiring though. I've never swam that much and fast underwater in my life! Thanks to the Discovery channel for Shark Week. Enjoyed the shows NOT the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4820752127827307551?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4820752127827307551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4820752127827307551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4820752127827307551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4820752127827307551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/10/speaking-music.html' title='Speaking Music'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1434604962323201326</id><published>2010-10-20T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:03:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTubers Making Memories</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayie&lt;/span&gt; who's in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt; came down to KL for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to have a small get together with a few of our good YouTube friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt; was at my house that day so I decided to bring her along.&lt;br /&gt;I got so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;footage&lt;/span&gt; out of it which was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Here're&lt;/span&gt; the videos I've put together from the gathering :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt; Making Memories&lt;br /&gt;Song : Memory by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eriel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ronquillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3FW_oxN074?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3FW_oxN074?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequel to one above. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt; Embrace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Furniture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Song : Count On Me by Victor Kim &amp;amp; Kathy Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4-vSIOsndw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4-vSIOsndw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love both the songs I used :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-1434604962323201326?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1434604962323201326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1434604962323201326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1434604962323201326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1434604962323201326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/10/youtubers-making-memories.html' title='YouTubers Making Memories'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4760820885838371986</id><published>2010-10-07T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:57:38.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to the cinemas in the recent 1-2 months, you might have come across the trailer for this new movie called &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; featuring Kristen Bell (When In Rome), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sigourney&lt;/span&gt; Weaver (Alien), Jamie Lee Curtis (Freaky Friday), Odette &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yustman&lt;/span&gt; (The Unborn) and the legendary Betty White (The Proposal). All well known terrific women for the roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people no matter how well they've done in their lives, their career or anything at all, high school memories are always just one step behind. Haunting them to the routes especially when their time in high school wasn't as pleasant as people expect it to be now. Kristen Bell's character who's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; PR pro finds out that her brother's marrying the girl who was her worst nightmare in high school played by Odette &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yustman&lt;/span&gt; whom I find really beautiful (ever since I first saw her in the series October Road). Moreover, they find out that Kristen's mom played by Jamie Lee Curtis and Odette's aunt played by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sigourney&lt;/span&gt; Weaver used to be arch enemies in high school too, where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sigourney&lt;/span&gt; used to pick on Jamie A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="poster" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/youagain_poster.jpg" width="450" height="611" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole movie's a crazy comedy portraying the scene of the 'reunion' of these bunch of people. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I can't imagine how that would be for me. ESPECIALLY when that person is marrying into the family. Seriously, life would suck big time! Reminiscing my time during high school, I can't really recall one specific person who would constantly make my life a living hell at the time. Though there were some incidents caused by certain individuals that I've had to see close ones deal with or experience myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it is I guess it's pretty common that the person who's the 'predator' in this type of situation is some sort of a queen bee in his/her click of friends be it cheerleaders or simply a group of people. He/she is liked by everyone but at the same time is feared of disappointing. Of course, because he/she has the power to do so. An appropriately large group of followers and no strong enough enemy to bring him/her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this person, I'll call her Queen A. Yes, she's a girl and she started out as one of my close friend's(lets call her Miss B) good friend. As expected Queen A is REALLY popular she's got thousands of friends on each and every one of her social network profiles and even then she gets like hundreds of friend requests a day, which she never fails to announce in public. She's nice to everyone of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she's the most 'humble' human being ever. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But what matters is who is seen WITH her. Lets not beat around the bushes and get straight to the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen A and Miss B have been friends for almost a year. Later on A starts meeting new clicks, and is never available for for B's invites or text messages. B has a life that doesn't consist of waiting around for people who just don't care, so as the natural human reflex B goes on with her life and starts hanging out with a group of really out-going and non-judgemental people. We all know that when a Queen stops getting invites to the ball, she starts feeling unimportant. And in queen bee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; that means 'Operation Mean Girl'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltYRpGzKRjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltYRpGzKRjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In times like these when technology is the constant hype, BLOGS and STATUSES are the perfect battlefield. Queen A starts exercising those little fingers typing away, creating the illusion of confusion about what she's done to deserve such tragedy and that this particular person she once called a 'friend' is so ungrateful for the times they've shared together. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, looks Queen A will have an awesome career in Public Relations and Advertising. She does well at playing the victim card. She may have made it seem mysterious, but many knew it was Miss B she was talking about. Which automatically alters people's perspective towards their friendship with B. That's only ONE thing that bugged me as B's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen A's latter posts consists of mockery against what Miss B does (hangouts, school activities, etc.) with her friends. And also mocks the fact that Miss B chooses to write her blogs in English adding in comments about her choice of friends being the reason. Some of the comments I thought sounded pretty racial &amp;amp; inappropriate. When B showed me the post I thought, "WOW. And people actually want to be this girl's friend? You've got to be kidding me". These posts went on for quite a while until she got bored I guess. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;might have&lt;/span&gt; not been the 'prey' in this situation, but I sure felt the emotions my friend had to deal with facing this girl. It's beyond ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These mean acts may have not been physical, but even mental attacks can bug you for the longest time. Similar thing I went through. Had to deal with this one person who is just too good at making him/herself look victimized to the public by this particular 'incident' he/she claimed have had to go through making me look like the bad guy. When in fact that 'incident' is EXACTLY what he/she did to me and my friends. That ONE person is definitely the most memorable because it was someone I actually trusted. A broken trust takes quite a while to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the saying, "People strive through thick and thin to achieve success" before. I guess in their(the meanies) case 'attention' is success. And being mean is their ingredient. Sigh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Memories are memories, I'm glad I'm over it now. Jenny Humphrey might name Blair Waldorf her high school meanie, wait till her high school preys answer THAT question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2461877441985568658-4760820885838371986?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4760820885838371986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4760820885838371986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4760820885838371986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4760820885838371986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-again.html' title='You Again?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-292261469471255050</id><published>2010-10-07T00:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:00:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Celebrity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find it absurd that I spent almost the whole day working on giving my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pensamientos&lt;/span&gt; a new look. Especially when THIS is the outcome. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I kinda like it though. I wanted a simpler and slightly different look as opposed to my previous dungeon-like one. Made it easier for whoever to follow me on Twitter, subscribe or check out my videos on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and even catch me on my live shows on B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;logTV&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday before I headed out to dinner with my mom and Farah I received a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laju&lt;/span&gt; package. It was a book written and sent by my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Firdaus&lt;/span&gt;. He had promised to send me a copy once the book is published. The book's called '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Menjadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Selebriti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melalui&lt;/span&gt; YouTube' which translates to 'Becoming a Celebrity Through YouTube' and yeah its written in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bahasa&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia. The reason I got a copy is because he did a two page interview with me in it under the sub chapter '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muslimah&lt;/span&gt;' which means female &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzHWtE4foI/AAAAAAAABo8/xeKV-nXkrE8/s1600/1DSC03879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525010035747880578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzHWtE4foI/AAAAAAAABo8/xeKV-nXkrE8/s400/1DSC03879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I tweeted about it months ago mentioning an interview for a book about becoming a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; celebrity. Kinda flattered that he would even consider me to be a part of it. I barely get that many response and subscribers. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, but it was fun and I'm happy I did it. My interview was featured alongside two other female &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt;. My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayie&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aie&lt;/span&gt;89) whom I've mentioned a few times in my previous posts and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cynicalmd&lt;/span&gt; whose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vlogs&lt;/span&gt; are pretty popular among &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; viewers both local and international. Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt; for helping me out with the interview questions. I freaked out when I had to answer it in formal Malay, so I answered in English and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt; literally translated it for me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The book is basically a guide for people who are interested in uploading videos on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and gaining friends and supporters out of it. It's got everything you need to know about dealing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; ranging from video ideas to song copyright and even how to get more views and subscribers. Aside from that, several well-known local and international &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTubers&lt;/span&gt; are introduced, one of them being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt; who made it big through uploading on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; too. Really, it's a good buy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing I noticed and has kinda been bugging me though, is that of all pictures he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; put of me he put a print screen of my face from one of my videos which was a little dark and I wasn't even smiling. Like seriously? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I know sound like a total brat but who wouldn't want to look nice in their first appearance in a book, right? The other girls had nice posing photos. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't told to submit an individual photo or I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; missed the message? Okay I don't wanna be too fussy about things, but I think there's some kinda editing error too. And I noticed it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the error was on MY INTERVIEW PAGE. It seems that they missed out one of the questions I answered and an answer to another got mistakenly covered up half way. So it looks like a cliff hanger there. The only reason I noticed this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I referred to the other two interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL. A&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; well, I guess there's nothing I can do about it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I bet they've already printed like hundreds of copies of the book. And I'm pretty sure it was an honest mistake. It's okay :) You should still get the book though, it's really interesting. I didn't tell my mom about it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; it arrived to the house yesterday. She was so excited she wanted to read it before we went out. 15 minutes later, she was done. "How is it?" I asked, "It's really good (smiles) I only read your part". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha such a fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzI-JYfqlI/AAAAAAAABpM/OaYXnS-YxFA/s1600/1DSC03892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525011812872858194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzI-JYfqlI/AAAAAAAABpM/OaYXnS-YxFA/s320/1DSC03892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzI9kpTd5I/AAAAAAAABpE/gHOKu01JNOw/s1600/1DSC03893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525011803011250066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzI9kpTd5I/AAAAAAAABpE/gHOKu01JNOw/s320/1DSC03893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of my mom, she has somewhat developed interest in this type of netted wool-like scarf which I got from the launching of this new shop in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; Din Fashion &amp;amp; Lifestyle. The scarf is really pretty but I'm into wearing that style of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hijjab&lt;/span&gt; so I gave mine to her and later she wanted more of em. After enquiring, they gave us a good deal on it so we went there before dinner yesterday and got a whole bunch of them. At least now I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mumzy&lt;/span&gt; is happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-292261469471255050?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/292261469471255050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=292261469471255050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/292261469471255050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/292261469471255050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-find-it-absurd-that-i-spent-almost.html' title='YouTube Celebrity?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKzHWtE4foI/AAAAAAAABo8/xeKV-nXkrE8/s72-c/1DSC03879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8641315532140026095</id><published>2010-09-28T02:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:42:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it would be like if it was DiGi iPhone 4 Life? For my life.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, from my perspective :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Vlogging both outdoors and indoors would be fast and easy and high quality. Thanks to the 720p HD video-recording ability and the iMovie video editing software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKUDGaUucYI/AAAAAAAABoU/XRpy4StZscA/s1600/vlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522823926720131458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKUDGaUucYI/AAAAAAAABoU/XRpy4StZscA/s400/vlog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my vlogs on YouTube :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Twitter, Facebook and Blogger updates would be a way more interesting experience. On the spot captured photos would do the narration, immediate access to update would maintain the moment. Keep them from losing. A more detailed and maybe slightly adventurous documentation of life. Minus financial worries and limitation of usage. Thanks to DiGi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKUDF2Tjr1I/AAAAAAAABoM/wdORHCZmkxs/s1600/twit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522823917051555666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKUDF2Tjr1I/AAAAAAAABoM/wdORHCZmkxs/s400/twit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha tweet tweet! Now you know how late I worked on this ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. More apps to discover, learn from and make use of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Continuous access to music, new and old at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Mom, Papeeto and zee siblings will be with me 24-7 despite our locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKW6xyCpRHI/AAAAAAAABok/2crKxxhbWi4/s1600/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523025882449003634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKW6xyCpRHI/AAAAAAAABok/2crKxxhbWi4/s400/iphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least that's how I see it. WHoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on. And above all that, beeing seen with the iPhone 4 from DiGi&lt;br /&gt;would make my day EVERYDAY. Hahahahh ;D No I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-8641315532140026095?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8641315532140026095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8641315532140026095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8641315532140026095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8641315532140026095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-life.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Life'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKUDGaUucYI/AAAAAAAABoU/XRpy4StZscA/s72-c/vlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6726266824571929920</id><published>2010-09-28T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:39:53.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told that one of the ways of telling if a certain phone is worth buying is through the options of plans that are offered for it. And in "plans" I mean the charges for usage and the flexibility and side benefits you get out of it. Now that's what's great about using the iPhone from DiGi. They have got 3 different plans laid out for iPhone users which you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.digi.com.my/iphone/getone_want_iphone.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522758450667793058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKTHjNBXKqI/AAAAAAAABoE/ewheWa0MBaE/s400/draw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;LOL don't judge, I ain't no comic artist!&lt;br /&gt;With reference to the photo above, that is DiGi iPhone 4 Real man.&lt;br /&gt;I love how my logos turned out pretty well, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about the DiGi iPhone 4 plans is the price range that enables anyone of any financial status to hop on the bandwagon and enjoy the features. I guess you could say it is some sorta way of making people feel like they're not excluded. In a way it's a freedom of choice. You're not obligated to only one plan that you may or may not be able to keep up with. Trust me, I know the feeling of being able to pay for something especially when its worth paying for ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I love that the DiGi iPhone 4 plans has monthly FREE usage for calls, SMSes, MMSes and the Internet. Lets admit it, we all love benefiting from something ;) Purchase or no puchase. The word "free" itself has the power to spark even the slightest of curiosity. In addition to that, after you've exceeded the monthly quota for the Internet there won't be any extra charges. WOW. At least you won't have to go through a heart attack when your bank statement comes in just because you used a tad bit above the usage quota that was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiGi iPhone 4 plans. That's what's up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-6726266824571929920?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6726266824571929920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6726266824571929920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6726266824571929920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6726266824571929920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-real.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Real'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKTHjNBXKqI/AAAAAAAABoE/ewheWa0MBaE/s72-c/draw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6423950772589776339</id><published>2010-09-28T01:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:35:54.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've never really tried any of the iPhone applications. Of course, due to fact that I don't own one or perhaps approached someone who does, which I find a teensy bit sad in terms of cure for curiosity or simply general exploration. The applications for an iPhone in my opinion is it's strongest feature. It is what's being buzzed about aside from it being fully touch-controlled. Whenever you hear someone talk about the iPhone it would be about the numerous fun, wacky and interesting applications it has in the iTunes App Store screaming to be downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSHtLVzSI/AAAAAAAABnU/SRAkYGV1Co4/s1600/iMovie_iPhone_WWDC2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522418229170261282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSHtLVzSI/AAAAAAAABnU/SRAkYGV1Co4/s400/iMovie_iPhone_WWDC2010.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The iMovie app for editing videos and creating photo slides will definitely&lt;br /&gt;make vlogging a whole lot fun for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the newly added iMovie app which I've constantly mentioned in my previous post and is a pretty amazing addition that I'm psyched about, I have always favoured the Midomi Ultra and Shazam iPhone app. They are both music applications that are able to recognize tunes from songs. The first time I ever came to know of the existence of these apps was during this one episode in One Tree Hill 2 years ago (I think?) when Peyto was showing Lucas how this cool new thing on her phone worked. She tapped the app on her phone next to the radio and the app took only a few seconds to name the song and artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is right? When you're in your car or at a mall, or just ANYWHERE and you hear this really awesome song playing. And you think, "I'm so downloading this song once I get home". You wait attentively till the end of the song to hear the dj call out the artist and song title, and then..crash and burn. Someone's honking at the back of your car, or someone's kid starts running around you screaming in the mall OR the dj was JUST NOT CLEAR ENOUGH! Okay, exaggerated much. But seriously, doesn't it bug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOYpVzF13I/AAAAAAAABn0/HblpZqEdkzg/s1600/midomi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522425404079855474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOYpVzF13I/AAAAAAAABn0/HblpZqEdkzg/s400/midomi.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1. When you hear a song you like and have no idea what's the title, you basically just tap on the Midomi Ultra app screen as shown in the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSH1CghaI/AAAAAAAABnc/nRhEjvZPOJo/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522418231280698786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSH1CghaI/AAAAAAAABnc/nRhEjvZPOJo/s400/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2. And then you hold your phone to the speaker, or if you remember how it sounds you can hum or sing the song to your phone and tap the screen again when you're done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSIf1M7DI/AAAAAAAABns/qcWKcH_bpY8/s1600/imagesCAMDV823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522418242767612978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSIf1M7DI/AAAAAAAABns/qcWKcH_bpY8/s400/imagesCAMDV823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;#3. The app will then start identifying the sound and finally present the song title and artist. Moreover you'll be able to purchase it from iTunes if you want. How cool izzdat?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was born with an easily urged (can I say competetive?) mind when it comes to things like this. Whenever I hear a song I like and can't seem to figure out who it's by or what it's called I'll start thinking about it non-stop. Trying to put a name to the voice, tune to previous songs, and it goes on and on for god knows how long. All right, now I just sound mental. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise it's not as crazy as it seems. I find these two apps really useful especially for music nerds *wink*. I've been trying so hard but just can't recall which One Tree Hill episode exactly it was on, but I remember thinking it was so cool that something like that is actually possible . Of course at the time, I had no idea what app it was, now I do and I think it's fascinating. I'm sure a lot of sound engineering is put to work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midomi Ultra or Shazam, favourite apps I've seen from the iTunes App Store.&lt;br /&gt;DiGi iPhone 4 play for sho ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-6423950772589776339?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6423950772589776339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6423950772589776339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6423950772589776339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6423950772589776339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-play.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Play'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOSHtLVzSI/AAAAAAAABnU/SRAkYGV1Co4/s72-c/iMovie_iPhone_WWDC2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7187386088785515450</id><published>2010-09-24T17:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:52:44.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Me</title><content type='html'>I must sound extremely out-dated if I asked if you've heard about the new much talked about iPhone 4. SERIOUSLY?! It's practically the talk of the universe.(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Antarticans&lt;/span&gt; included? not sure, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). But yeah! People have been tweeting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebooking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtubing&lt;/span&gt;, blogging about it. Pretty much a worldwide trending topic for the past week. Wicked stuff. Recently, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt; launched the iPhone 4 and is now available nationwide. This is great news :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOlvGSUNEI/AAAAAAAABn8/cOftMx3RyTI/s1600/iphone4_2up_front_side1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522439796646229058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOlvGSUNEI/AAAAAAAABn8/cOftMx3RyTI/s320/iphone4_2up_front_side1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;iPhone 4 :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post might seem a little out of the blue. Why am I even tech-blogging? I barely express any interest in new born tech creations, or even technology itself! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. SO the question is, why do I want an iPhone 4 from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt;? Well first of all, obviously its because I don't own an iPhone and never have before. I don't think the past phones I've had have gone beyond the general features of calls and text messages. Okay maybe it's got mp3 music and is capable of browsing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. But seriously, 3 to 4 pages browsed and my credit's all gone!! Madness. Especially me being an active tweeter, that would be a little too much if I'm on the road or travelling wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now emotional issues aside, one of the main reasons that intrigued me to wanting an iPhone 4 from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt; is the 720p &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; video-recording abilities including the all new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iMovie&lt;/span&gt; video editing software for the iPhone. That is just down right rad. For those of you who know me, I love making videos therefore I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vlog&lt;/span&gt; and film A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01SkG3QiGrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01SkG3QiGrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vlogs&lt;/span&gt; I made last year in which the outdoor scenes I recorded using one of my old phones before I got myself a digital camera. You see what I mean? The quality could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published or not, I use several recording equipments and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;software&lt;/span&gt; quite actively. I like filming when I go out and do stuff. A lot of moving around. With the iPhone 4, man I can do loads due it's portability and the fact that it doesn't make me look like I carry a camera around all the time, 24-7. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iMovie&lt;/span&gt; is definitely a bonus, because I'm able to edit videos on the spot wherever I am and at anytime of the day. More work is done and saves a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;gid=10212" target="_blank" title="go to DiGi iPhone4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang Badges_2.jpg" width="420" height="417" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of the primary reasons. Who wouldn't want an iPhone 4, though? Especially when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt; is the one giving it away :) I want to be able to tweet about something exciting without having to run to my laptop and switch it on to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tweetdeck&lt;/span&gt; or having to connect my phone/camera to the laptop and wait for the photo transfers. Tweet or update my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and blog without having to worry about the ridiculous credit charges, damn it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Apple's an awesome and no doubt trustworthy brand. Sadly the only Apple products I own are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt; (not even touch!). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;! I guess I'm just not at that point where I can afford it yet. That's why an iPhone 4 from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt; would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amazeballs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-7187386088785515450?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7187386088785515450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7187386088785515450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7187386088785515450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7187386088785515450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-me.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Me'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TKOlvGSUNEI/AAAAAAAABn8/cOftMx3RyTI/s72-c/iphone4_2up_front_side1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4098076134541096654</id><published>2010-09-01T16:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:50:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rarely Choose To Speak Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have seriously never been a fan of politics. Nothing; nothing about it interests me at all. But then Obama became president. I began paying attention. Well, a little. And he's not even the Malaysian president for shizzle's sake. Whatever, my point is he makes the world happy no matter where he rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early this morning on CNN he announced the end of the combat mission in Iraq. I'm sure it's going to take quite a while for it to actually really end but it's a good start for sure. He said the troops will be heading home, but somehow a few thousands of them are staying there till the end of next year. That part I don't get. I'm guessing to see through that the Iraqis have a smooth start in taking over their country? LOL. Okay, not funny. Just guessing. I'm not sure. Right now Iraq doesn't have a government. And now that the US has ended the mission and finally letting the people take over they are going to have a lot to work on to make it happen. So I'm hoping all the best for them with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH5tvI4jDuI/AAAAAAAABnE/wbQ2DYnueXw/s1600/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511963650554007266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH5tvI4jDuI/AAAAAAAABnE/wbQ2DYnueXw/s400/DSC01855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Bobo told me to upload this. She says "Hi" by the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just got back from delivering the raya cookies to a few houses with motherr. Tried my hardest to beat the unfortunate mindset that had been sculptured. Tricking it into thinking I've had the right amount of sleep so I wouldn't fall back asleep during the day. Slept around 8am today and woke up at 11.30am. LOL. I was practically stoning the whole time in the car. Partially still am right now. I got my mindset back to sanity. My body's dying on me though. Got to cook for buka later. So toughen up! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, I got back to my laptop and went straight to YouTube. Saw this Malaysian Anti Racism rap video my friends had favourited. Checked it out. This dude insists and claims that the reason for his video is to encourage anti racism. Yeah no doubt about that. I totally support. YET, he raps about how the concept of 1 Malaysia is a lie. And goes on pointing out the country's flaws. Okay yes our country has flaws and yes I feel the same way about the concept not working out the way it's suppose to. But does this bash-your-country approach really work?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 283px" width="479" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAHDtzeC_AU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAHDtzeC_AU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Random video : Who the heck is this Cody Simpson? Haha. He reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in Remember The Titans. Such a teenagerish song. I kinda like it though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maybe 'bash' is too strong of a word for that. I just think that, that approach creates some sort of negativity. I mean a lot of people may agree with his words. In a lot of ways I do too. But some people may not agree and think it's an unmannerly act? There's that tension there. I really have nothing against this dude, I'd totally be his friend and we can go yamcha some time. Haha. I support freedom of speech. It just bothers me when the flaws are being addressed by its own countryman on a world wide web where non Malaysians can see it. And what they'll think of it. No one likes their country to be a laugh. Is it ridiculous for me to think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[Cont. 5 hours later] I wouldn't blame him for wanting to speak up about it though. I just read this blog post about an incident during Merdeka Eve. A group of Malay youngsters randomly beat up these two Chinese guys for no reason. Pretty messed up it's sick to even think about it. The fact that racism is even an issue today is preposterous. Okay, I don't have a closing for this. Slight emo moment. Deep breath. And. Done.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lets go watch Huge now.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4098076134541096654?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4098076134541096654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4098076134541096654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4098076134541096654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4098076134541096654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/09/rarely-choose-to-speak-of.html' title='Rarely Choose To Speak Of'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH5tvI4jDuI/AAAAAAAABnE/wbQ2DYnueXw/s72-c/DSC01855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-416039870786498576</id><published>2010-09-01T08:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:16:24.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New vs. Cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that 3pm has become a routine wake up time for me no matter how early or how loud I set my alarm for the morning. I totally miss out on half the day when humans are actually awake and on the move. Instead I'm up all night alone in the living room with the laptop burning my lap watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother, which I've already seen too many times! Multiple reruns can bore the heck outta me but Barney never ceases to entertain. Hahh. Dee, wait for it! Lightful! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been pretty obsessed with Criminal Minds and it's all Afi's fault! Months ago she'd been constantly talking about it and insisting I watch it and check out this particular character, Spencer Reid. Which of course NOW I understand what the whole fuss with Reid was about, thank you very much. Sarah had also mentioned the show to me before and somehow ALSO emphasized on the same character. Back then, I was just not into the whole idea of the show especially when all I knew about it was that the main guy is played by "that dude from Dharma &amp;amp; Greg". Hahaa. It took me quite a while to consider watching it. Then Astro added FOX to their line of channels &amp;amp; they would have Criminal Minds marathons on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVepnVQI/AAAAAAAABm0/2GcUdakSVj8/s1600/spencerreid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVMRXJiI/AAAAAAAABms/5rcSpoPtn_Y/s1600/matthew-gray-gubler1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511713615647286818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVMRXJiI/AAAAAAAABms/5rcSpoPtn_Y/s400/matthew-gray-gubler1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVepnVQI/AAAAAAAABm0/2GcUdakSVj8/s1600/spencerreid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511713620580848898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVepnVQI/AAAAAAAABm0/2GcUdakSVj8/s400/spencerreid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Gray Gubler as the smexay genius, Spencer Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to watch it when Afi gets a hold of the remote when she comes home. Turns out, the show is not that bad and is actually pretty interesting. A rather refreshing scene compared to the usual forensics we see on the numerous CSI shows, which I also like but not as much. The agents on Criminal Minds are profilers. They can tell a person's background or how that person's mind works through studying their activities or simply observing their movements. It's impressive. Really. It's fun to watch especially if you're not much of a chemistry fan. The characters seem realistic and unscripted, effortless which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike that other show, NCIS. I don't get why it's even a top favourite show in the US. I've watched a few episodes before. Even the commercials are annoying enough. I don't know, the characters are just too cliche for me. The hot witty player - in love with the girl but won't admit it, the hot serious girl - in love with the hotty but acts like she's too cool for him, the chief - never ending family issues, the awkward goth - secretly geeky and all cutesy. Haahh! Cliche is okay when it's not too obvious. Yeah so NCIS - not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more show I'm sooo in love with at the moment. I actually started watching it months ago after hearing about it from a friend. Drop Dead Diva! It's already in its second season, I just watched the season finale on Monday and unfortunately will have to wait I'm not sure how long for the next season. The wait is gonna be tough due to its level of awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trailer will basically tell you everything you need to know about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AUCSeyhkSs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AUCSeyhkSs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this show is pretty easy to like. I like that most of the characters are played by new actors &amp;amp; actresses. The roles they play in the show are practically the biggest ones yet for most of them whose past roles have been mostly either supporting or extra. For the main girl Jane Bingham, this is actually her first TV role if I'm not mistaken. Her best friend (in the show) Stacey played Candy the bimbo in one of episodes of Two And Half Men. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I first started watching it, I had no one to talk to about it, so I made Zetty watch it too. Hahaha. Now my sisters watch it too, so it's been like a party every episode. Instead of the trailer, I wanted to show the opening title they play at the beginning of every episode, which is a short intro of what the show is about. My sisters and I practically memorize the whole thing, haha. Couldn't find it on YouTube though, so the trailer it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2N5-JQjnI/AAAAAAAABm8/FsfCK6bxba8/s1600/drop-dead-diva50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511717546045247090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2N5-JQjnI/AAAAAAAABm8/FsfCK6bxba8/s400/drop-dead-diva50.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drop Dead Diva cast. the gnarly bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;From left : Stacey, Terri, Parker, Jane, Greyson, Kim and Fred. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't wanna give out any spoilers. So if you feel like watching it go ahead, and do get back to me and tell me what you think :) I actually wrote this post yesterday but I've been continuing on it on and off ever since. It's 7.43am right now. Haven't slept yet. I'm beginning to feel the hangover headache coming. Talk more soon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/2461877441985568658-416039870786498576?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/416039870786498576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=416039870786498576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/416039870786498576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/416039870786498576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-vs-cliche.html' title='New vs. Cliche'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TH2KVMRXJiI/AAAAAAAABms/5rcSpoPtn_Y/s72-c/matthew-gray-gubler1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4542806847029507783</id><published>2010-08-30T02:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T05:37:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper Practice Of Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's about 2.42am at the moment. Just one of those nights in my recent series of insomniac nights in which I would only pass out later than 7am. I wouldn't say I've been having a hard time sleeping, I think it's the fasting month (yes, blame it on the month!). Typical of most people to sleep like, 70% of the day when they're fasting, or is it just me? I'm pretty sure at least half the people I know do that. Haha. No food, so the next best thing, SLEEP! Excessive sleeping during the day, hence the sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/THrBeMhMTAI/AAAAAAAABmk/emAN3OnRnkM/s1600/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510929818541902850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/THrBeMhMTAI/AAAAAAAABmk/emAN3OnRnkM/s400/DSC02462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made this myself :) You think you know what it is. Think again! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got people asking me, "What in the world are you doing right now?". I guess judging from my tweets I seem pretty free, verging on LIFELESS! Wow that does sound like me! Haha. Yeah yeah I know the last thing I mentioned about my current whereabout was about getting the job &amp;amp; the possibility of becoming a Sarawak resident. Most people think I'm already working. So to be fair, lets just make it clear here (like a celebrity clearing out tabloid news whooosh). Yup, I did get the job which will require me living in Sarawak. I went for a couple of weeks training about a month ago, but I haven't officially started working yet. Certain things to be settled first for instance, my working permit. It seems that employees from the peninsular have to get a permit in order to be able to work there. That's something new to me. Recent news is, I'll be leaving after raya but I doubt it'll be exactly RIGHT after. No exact date yet, so all I can do now is just prepare little by little :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Right now I am just chillin' with the homies. I feel like I'm on a long school break, where after a few weeks you start to get really bored you just don't know what the hell to do anymore. At times I do feel like that. But to think of it, I'm actually able to concentrate on one of the things I dearly LOVE most during this free period. TELEVISION. Haha. I seriously don't give a rats ass about those who say TV is some sorta mind corruption and all that crap. No one's ever said that directly to me (a pinch of sweet lovin' drama!) but I know they exist. So thanks but, I couldn't care less ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop singing this song! This is definitely Dave's best song yet. And I really like Kimmi.&lt;br /&gt;She's just the sweetest gal evah. Plus, I love her shoes in the vid ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a WHOLE LOT of tv shows, discovering new ones and even developing interest in existing ones. Watching them from pilot to the latest to the finale (for some). Its just so much fun. If Malaysia ever (in a gazillion years) had a job where you're required to watch TV shows, and discuss it in any way I would have no problem doing this for the rest of my life. Period! This post seems pretty long to continue, so I guess I'll talk about some of my favourites in the next one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of thought has been put into topics I wanna talk about in both my blog and vlog. I find it a little dumb that I get torned between satisfying readers/viewers and myself (not in THAT way, perv!). Sometimes I feel like just going all out on my thoughts about what I did today, what new show or new episode I just watched. My thoughts on certain issues. Well, basically EVERYTHING that's everything to me. LOL, that sounds smart O_o And then I start thinking, "Not everything that's everything to me interests everyone". No pictures? People are gonna be dead ass bored! This usually leads to me, not updating either one of those spaces. Which is pure SHIZERness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm gonna try NOT caring bout that. Like, what the heck right? This space right here's MY WORLD. And I didn't just rip that off of Justin Bieber's album title. WHOOSHness!!! Look out for my favourites in the next post soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4542806847029507783?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4542806847029507783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4542806847029507783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4542806847029507783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4542806847029507783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/08/deeper-practice-of-interest.html' title='Deeper Practice Of Interest'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/THrBeMhMTAI/AAAAAAAABmk/emAN3OnRnkM/s72-c/DSC02462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6308455704723683313</id><published>2010-08-21T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:05:55.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Marry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene : Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars on flippin repeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Farah fish tail plating my hair. Weee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So has anyone received this message or anything similar to this recently? Or am I really that of a 'BOMBSHELL' to be one of the 'LUCKY' ones to receive this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TG__zxs82fI/AAAAAAAABl0/-gy_yuSznhk/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507902134277691890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TG__zxs82fI/AAAAAAAABl0/-gy_yuSznhk/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if these type of messages are for real. Are the people real? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Damn, I'm just too busy with work, I feel like it's about time I settle down &amp;amp; start a family. Oh wow, this website called Facebook, this is where I should start! Now, let's see. I'm from London so I should get someone from, South-East Asia! YES! Now, how do I choose who to randomly start befriending? Hell yeah, this one's wearing a tudung! JACKPOT! Sheer simplicity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nahh, seems like bull to me. Must be a joke! Although, it is a little hard to deny the fact that people like that do exist. Ones who use the method of randomly approaching strangers in search for marriage. I guess people have their ways &amp;amp; beliefs some, ridiculous to others seems sane to them. This reminds me of those movies I've seen back in the days where the prince travels all the way to some other country to find his bride. Like, Coming To America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/THAMaMk6pPI/AAAAAAAABl8/Hf8GBC82vYM/s1600/coming-to-america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507915988466312434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/THAMaMk6pPI/AAAAAAAABl8/Hf8GBC82vYM/s400/coming-to-america.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Eddy Murphy &amp;amp; Arsenio Hall! Classic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moving on, I had a trip to Bukit Cerakah with the girls a couple of weeks ago. And since I haven't contributed any vlogs to the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/UMVC"&gt;United Malaysian Vloggers Channel &lt;/a&gt;in months, I decided to give em a little taste of how the place was like. I fail at cloning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAIhi03dITk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAIhi03dITk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you don't get the other stuff I was mentioning, it's okay. LOL. Just sharing a suggestion with the other UMVC members for the channel. Anyway, if you were wondering United Malaysian Vloggers Channel (UMVC) is actually a YouTube channel that was recently created by my friend, a youtuber called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/aie89"&gt;aie89&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's basically a channel where Malaysian vloggers can gather and share their vlogs there and at the same time, get to know other vloggers and viewers who are into watching vlogs. It is pretty much a way of encouraging Malaysians who are or may be interested in vlogging to give it a shot, coz you get instant supporters there from people who have been doing it for quite some time. It's sorta new, so we're in the works of getting more people to get involved, so do spread the word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if you have a YouTube account and you're interested in making videos, do check out the channel. All contact information's there, where they'll guide you through the steps of posting your video there. Do subscribe :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UMVC : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/UMVC"&gt;United Malaysian Vloggers Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/ChocHeartz"&gt;ChocHeartz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-6308455704723683313?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6308455704723683313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6308455704723683313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6308455704723683313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6308455704723683313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/08/wanna-marry.html' title='Wanna Marry?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TG__zxs82fI/AAAAAAAABl0/-gy_yuSznhk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-9072104423256765073</id><published>2010-08-15T22:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:47:59.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Elaboration Is A Must</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been leaving this blank new post on tab for days now, clicking in on it giving my 10-15 minutes of deep thought stares, only to shift attention to some other '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;' productive activity. Zetty told me that the lack of actual physical, motion involved or out-of-the-house activities might have been the cause of this shortage of ideas situation? Well she didn't say exactly that, excuse my predilection for exaggeration :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't say shortage of ideas though, because I do know what I want to talk about most of the time. So it's more like in terms of mood, which unfortunately doesn't last too long. Once you get it, your laptop, phone, a piece of paper &amp;amp; a pen or whatever form of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;note-able&lt;/span&gt; object has to be within an imminent distance from you. Your hands, they have got to be FAST! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; when you're in that zone, words, explanations, train of thoughts, are all in SMOOTH flow. Like sliding down a freshly waxed pool slide ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Twitter as a space for thoughts be it random, crappy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;epiphanized&lt;/span&gt;, etc. which is initially (and still is) the purpose of this blog, as it's title &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pensamientos&lt;/span&gt; (Spanish for 'thoughts') I guess kinda decreased the activity on here. Hence, having it come down to having to actually perform or experience some sort of activity to be able to come up with something to post on here. Slightly disappointing, but I guess if it works, then it works. It took me a shit nerve wrecking activity to get myself typing away for this post. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bloody embarrassing, but true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my license for 5 years now, but still haven't built enough courage to take control. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt; right? Of all things! I somehow have this absurd fear of being honked at. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Today I went on a limb, and attempted driving my sister to a nearby shop. We went a little late at night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there weren't many cars (baby steps!). Before we went I asked her, "Are you sure I should drive there? Do you think I'll do okay?" and she said, "It's okay, I have faith in you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; if I die I know it's because of you". Words of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;effinness&lt;/span&gt;, that's my sister. It seems that I have a problem with going smooth on the breaks, the car kept jerking a little (okay, a lot). Ahh, it went well. I'm just happy that we both came home safe and alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, about 2 weeks ago on the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August 2010 as anticipated, I finally graduated :) That very day itself I woke up feeling genuinely blithe it almost felt like I was going to have my own super sweet 16 party. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Didn't really expect to feel that way till it actually got there. Days before the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; I thought, "Okay, get up on stage get that scroll, then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PHOTO SHOOT&lt;/span&gt; outside!". Nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That morning I woke up really early (5 hours early) so I could work on my makeup and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; to avoid my usual 'highness lateness' from getting in the way. Bumped into my parents who were already up at the time and they were all smiles followed by enquiries about preparations for the afternoon convocation they were to attend. Then it hit me, all the fuss I had made about looking good on that day, I failed to realize what that day meant to THEM. My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Izzat&lt;/span&gt; wrote this on his graduation album :"Look back on this day and never forget where you came from or the people that helped you get here, it's their day too". Realizing it then, I got even more psyched about graduating. Not just for me, but FOR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we (the graduands) were lining up in the hall, waiting for our turn to get on stage, I was freaking nervous about messing up. After every 3 departments they would have a break and play some karaoke song on the big screen. For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reals&lt;/span&gt;! They had lyrics and everything, it was pretty hilarious! It was my department's turn to standby to receive and I was determined to find my parents in the crowd so I could see their faces when I got up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, there were too many in the audience and I only had 5 seconds on stage. Most awesome 5 seconds of my life, yet! Ha! It was so much fun that I kept quietly reenacting the whole bow-step-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;-and-receive thing after. The ceremony ended, I went out to look for them. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qila&lt;/span&gt;..", I heard my dad's voice call me from the crowd of parents outside. Found them and hugged them both. Their faces that day, I'll never forget. I get slightly emotional recalling the moment (even now). Contenting, it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ALL my siblings were there &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, I couldn't be more grateful. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; who were all the way in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Negeri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sembilan&lt;/span&gt;, travelled back here for me! Even my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BESTEES&lt;/span&gt; made it! Despite their busy and tiring semester/work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zetty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fadi,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shahira&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Azmi! I know it was suppose to be a surprise which didn't quite work out, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; but either way thank you so much for coming. I'm just as ecstatic about it as I would be if it was a surprise. I couldn't thank you guys enough! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gosh this post has become one long lovey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; thank you speech! It's okay, I have to be sure it gets the elaboration it deserves! Its not always that I do this, I mean look at it. Whoever actually read this to this point, totally appreciate the loyalty! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-9072104423256765073?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/9072104423256765073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=9072104423256765073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/9072104423256765073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/9072104423256765073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-elaboration-is-must.html' title='When Elaboration Is A Must'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8035537020263462302</id><published>2010-07-31T17:05:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:21:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho, Lighting &amp; Gigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;First of all, if it's not too late, I'm ecstatic for Spain's World Cup victory. Sad that the World Cup ended, but found new love in Gerard Pique. Haha. Inception is undoubtedly BRILLIANT as people wow it to be. Watched it for the 2nd time yesterday. The second in-theatre viewing it deserves. As &lt;a href="http://aimeesrockillusion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; mentioned on twitter, "totally deserves at least 2 viewings!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TFP3-E3JEbI/AAAAAAAABls/xN0CCZ0qmg4/s1600/Gerard-Piqu-gerard-pique-2296642-600-721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500012215778480562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TFP3-E3JEbI/AAAAAAAABls/xN0CCZ0qmg4/s400/Gerard-Piqu-gerard-pique-2296642-600-721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TFP39z0V30I/AAAAAAAABlk/lVmCvi1t_Zc/s1600/pique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500012211203333954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TFP39z0V30I/AAAAAAAABlk/lVmCvi1t_Zc/s400/pique2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gerard Pique &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Hotness! *flames* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, as I'll be graduating next week. Got my robe, invitations, 3 sizes of frames (LOL) and everything. Glad I made it through those four years and finally getting that piece of paper that verifies it giving me the green light to start the next life. Phewh! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much to update or talk about, if I do I'd usually just tweet em. Easier, simpler &amp;amp; faster :) However, I did vlog a little and totally forgot to post it here like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mizzetti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zetty&lt;/a&gt; for mentioning it yesterday, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch watch watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpNFb-BntEs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpNFb-BntEs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations to my awesome coursemates &amp;amp; everyone else graduating :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-8035537020263462302?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8035537020263462302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8035537020263462302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8035537020263462302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8035537020263462302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/07/psycho-lighting-gigs.html' title='Psycho, Lighting &amp; Gigs'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TFP3-E3JEbI/AAAAAAAABls/xN0CCZ0qmg4/s72-c/Gerard-Piqu-gerard-pique-2296642-600-721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4186080818353953552</id><published>2010-07-01T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:50:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaniards &amp; Goot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry's California Gurls is ALMOST old news, but I'm somehow really enlivened by the perkiness of the song. Blue hair, cup cakes &amp;amp; glittered boobs? Haha. Funny thing is, I heard a cover of it first before hearing the actual song by Perry. The first cover that really got me hooked, was by this dude called Alex Goot. He's kinda got this Jonas-like voice, but he does it way better ;) So I guess it's Goot's cover that got me all likey-likey with the song. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! You'll get why :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/StRcO0_CqRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/StRcO0_CqRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomuss right? Whoots! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was all busy preparing for the Job Camp I mentioned in &lt;a href="http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/06/youth-footiness.html"&gt;Youth &amp;amp; Footiness&lt;/a&gt; which is suppose to start this week on the 28th of June. Went out and got my passport sized photo which ended up looking fugly as hell, haha. Photostatted relevant documents and stuff. That same day, Friday evening I was informed that I got myself one JUICY job-a-licious job! Yayness :) So I had to withdraw my application for the Job Camp. Yeah sadly, I was actually pretty excited about it. But I guess you've gotta grab an opportunity when you see one. I made sure I asked a ton of stuff about it enabling myself to consider the pros and cons of deciding whether I should accept it or not. It seems like a really really good start for my career. And I'm happy with the decision :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't spill much about the job. All I can say is, that in about 1-2 months time after I complete my training with them, I might just be a Sarawakian resident ;) Can't exactly confirm that yet, but we'll see! I'm not sure how my TV time's gonna be like when I start, but I might have to pass my Couch Potatoes Inc. work to the reliables and support them from the bench. Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Speaking of TV &amp;amp; benches, hooray for SPAIN &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It was quite a tough fight with Portugal coz they had quite a number of close shots in which Casillas did a heck of a job saving! Spain really improved they're ways in this match compared to the slow pace they were going at in the previous. There WERE a few unexpected weak links though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1eitG64I/AAAAAAAABk0/2xIpYut2eCM/s1600/Slide5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488891213430320002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1eitG64I/AAAAAAAABk0/2xIpYut2eCM/s400/Slide5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Spanish should be thankful that they're lucky enough they've got Villa playing for them! He's been making almost all the goals for them in this tournament. But then again, he's gonna have to watch out in future matches, those dirty boots &amp;amp; claws are gonna be coming at him from every angle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torres surprisingly didn't perform well that night, or maybe he just hasn't fully recovered from the injury? Iniesta needed major death slaps too! Haha, I don't know what his problem was, but he kept losing the freakin' ball and missing out on a number of goal opportunities! Ergh. I don't know why I'm even doing a football review here, there are amples of better reviews on sports websites. I'm just happy Spain got through &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1fPojtTI/AAAAAAAABk8/f7RZmEzmDNI/s1600/Slide3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488891225490830642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1fPojtTI/AAAAAAAABk8/f7RZmEzmDNI/s400/Slide3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess when your skills suck THAT bad, all you can afford is to talk or play dirty :/ So glad the referee finally opened his eyes and gave that Portuguese dude, Costa a red card. Betch! Haha, I noticed him thumping, and pulling and kicking on Villa throughout the whole game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justice has been served. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1fZ8TRwI/AAAAAAAABlE/2RYjPTnVac4/s1600/Slide4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488891228257994498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1fZ8TRwI/AAAAAAAABlE/2RYjPTnVac4/s400/Slide4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexiest Spanish pyramid ever &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Spain beats Paraguay to the semi-finals, it'd be either Argentina or Germany. Both teams I support and kinda think COULD beat them. I'm sure a lot of people think so too. WELL, I'm ready for a miracle! Haha. It's gonna be intense! I got myself a red external hard disk in support of Spain. NOT. Haha, but it IS red. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4186080818353953552?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4186080818353953552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4186080818353953552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4186080818353953552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4186080818353953552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/07/spaniards-goot.html' title='Spaniards &amp; Goot'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCx1eitG64I/AAAAAAAABk0/2xIpYut2eCM/s72-c/Slide5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6154076050044331372</id><published>2010-06-22T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:04:18.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother RiRi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Apparently I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; style-alike brother. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share this here, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was browsing through photos of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; and found this one particular photo which reminded me of a photo I took of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; months ago. Seriously, look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCDYUXwQk4I/AAAAAAAABks/pAtMBdtyDSk/s1600/RedaRihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 478px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 403px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485622190622675842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCDYUXwQk4I/AAAAAAAABks/pAtMBdtyDSk/s400/RedaRihanna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I know they don't look COMPLETELY alike, but you can't deny the similarities. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;It was never really a plan or even the slightest of his intentions to "get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/span&gt; look". It's just that he has always liked the sort of long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; do. You know, like that Tokio Hotel dude. One day he decided to bleach it up one side. We still didn't notice anything then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair's naturally wavy-curly, so when he woke up one day it was like REALLY curly I swear he looked exactly like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; in her Rude Boy video. Such an ROFL moment! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, we couldn't stop laughing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aahh&lt;/span&gt; speaking of my brother, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuggin&lt;/span&gt; miss him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-6154076050044331372?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6154076050044331372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6154076050044331372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6154076050044331372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6154076050044331372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-brother-riri.html' title='My Brother RiRi?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCDYUXwQk4I/AAAAAAAABks/pAtMBdtyDSk/s72-c/RedaRihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3170915920378958255</id><published>2010-06-22T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:28:32.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth &amp; Footiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I completed editing this video about 4 days ago. Those of you who follow me on Twitter might have already seen it, but I'm posting it here anyway :) It's a compilation of clips I recorded during my trip to the Youth Festival '10 with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zetty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fareeza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Shah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I actually forgot to bring my camera that day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was in such a rush that morning. The girls were already waiting for me across the road from my house. Woke up late that day, and me being me it was chaos! I usually take 2 hours to get ready, so anytime the preparation period is interrupted, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/span&gt; it is. In my own world that is :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBPjnA_-40U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBPjnA_-40U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been about 2 weeks, but it's the World Cup season! World Cup FEVER! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I think this year I've been religiously keeping up with the matches more than I ever have in the previous seasons. Of course it's because of my recent promotion as the CEO of Couch Potatoes Co. after my final semester ;) Stayed up for the Spain vs. Honduras match last night with my sisters &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and THANK GOD they didn't mess up this time! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; hell, they're first match just couldn't be more embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCB2k7Os40I/AAAAAAAABkc/evD4BpH7u9c/s1600/championship_spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485514722883986242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCB2k7Os40I/AAAAAAAABkc/evD4BpH7u9c/s400/championship_spain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the full time score was 2-0, happy they won but they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; done so much better. I was really hoping they'd score at least above 3 like how the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt; nailed the Koreans in the match before. That was sick! Really exciting game to watch :) Oh, and I am glad Switzerland lost to Chile. That's for beating Spain! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. The referee for that match &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; observed they're dirty ways real well. Good on ya mate! Okay, I feel like I could go on &amp;amp; on about this. Maybe in the next post? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I received my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CompTIA&lt;/span&gt; Network+ certificate in the mail today. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!! That was the 2 week course I took after my finals. Basically learnt a whole bunch of stuff about computer &amp;amp; networks. Pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; course (duh!) and an additional certificate for my resume *wink* While we're still on the topic academic stuff, I just got a confirmation to participate in this 1 month job camp which seems pretty awesome. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There'll&lt;/span&gt; be a job interview at the end of the camp, and hopefully if I do well I might just FINALLY get my butt a job! Fingers crossed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ferr&lt;/span&gt; that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCB2lvHZBvI/AAAAAAAABkk/G5u7sFqNVKs/s1600/DSC015580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485514736811968242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCB2lvHZBvI/AAAAAAAABkk/G5u7sFqNVKs/s400/DSC015580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brazza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually in the midst of writing for my next 'entertainment' video for YouTube. Like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Break Up&lt;/span&gt; Musical, maybe a skit, music video? more of dancing in public ? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Any suggestions? I'm experiencing a drought in the idea field. Help! I guess that's it for now. I recently got myself a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;formspring&lt;/span&gt; account &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. So if you've got anything at all, you wanna ask anonymously, ask away at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;formspring&lt;/span&gt; section in my sidebar or go directly&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Aqillz"&gt; HERE &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-3170915920378958255?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3170915920378958255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3170915920378958255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3170915920378958255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3170915920378958255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/06/youth-footiness.html' title='Youth &amp; Footiness'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TCB2k7Os40I/AAAAAAAABkc/evD4BpH7u9c/s72-c/championship_spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5426438452382402062</id><published>2010-06-14T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:56:25.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1yghpEJzDk"&gt;To The High Lands&lt;/a&gt; video I got a job interview, and yeah it took place last Friday. First of all, like every other fresh graduate I sent out dozens of resumes for job applications. You know how it is when you've put out so much and you get nothing, nada! Of course! You tend to make choices slightly beyond the line of your scope of interest &amp;amp; strength with the thought, "What if I just tried this category of specialization, might that just change my luck a little?". Nope! Worst decision EVER. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TBYH6Dxmc6I/AAAAAAAABjs/zarFq5o-1Pc/s1600/BlogPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482578290397311906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TBYH6Dxmc6I/AAAAAAAABjs/zarFq5o-1Pc/s400/BlogPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UNLESS! You are that brand of extremely adjustable human beings. Or in other words, you are just way too open to try new things that you wouldn't mind classifying the things you REALLY like in the 'In My Free Time' section and doing that other 'new thing' for the most part of your life. I know I'm all about exploring life &amp;amp; new experiences, but NO WAY am I going to spend the rest of my life doing something I don't necessarily like, but "it's just for the experience".That would be a BULL of a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, that interview I attended made me realize just THAT. I was happy I finally got a response, but of ALL the jobs I applied for that one call I got was for a position I've never had the slightest interest in during my time in uni. I was so busy preparing myself for the typical interview questions that I didn't focus much on the technical part. And HELL, that was ALL the interview was about. I basically wasted my time practicing those other questions, haha. I arrived there early, it was a small company, small office. Apparently I was the only one to be interviewed that day. I got there, and was brought into a small meeting room, and the receptionist gave me a test paper and she said "You have 30mins to answer it". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TBYI1EVhXwI/AAAAAAAABj0/i0Iy2HE3uMg/s1600/scream_of_fear_strasberg_scream1243474176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482579304160255746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TBYI1EVhXwI/AAAAAAAABj0/i0Iy2HE3uMg/s400/scream_of_fear_strasberg_scream1243474176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Scream out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2 page test filled with technical questions. I read through the questions and I was like, "Crap". Seriously felt like running off to save myself from embarrassment. LOL! Must've been pretty simple questions for those who're really into that particular specialization. Definitely not fer me. Nah-uh! I ended up answering only half of the first page, and even that was full of shizz. Hahaha. After the interviewer read that paper, I was sure the rest of the interview went on just to fit the bill of it being an 'Interview'. Disaster much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson DEFINITELY LEARNT! I got back home that day, and withdrew all applications related to that specialization haha. I genuinely feel that I'd be miserable if I ever DID get that position or anything close to it. I know people say that you can't be too materialistic when you're a fresh graduate looking for a job, but seriously! Not to the point where it ruins your reasons for living!! I hope that dreadful experience of mine helped anyone reading in even the slightest way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-5426438452382402062?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5426438452382402062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5426438452382402062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5426438452382402062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5426438452382402062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/06/disastrous.html' title='Disastrous'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TBYH6Dxmc6I/AAAAAAAABjs/zarFq5o-1Pc/s72-c/BlogPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4690046669946569274</id><published>2010-06-11T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:46:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The High Lands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally managed to vlog after quite a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Included footages from my weekend getaway with Tasya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy watching her scream! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1yghpEJzDk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1yghpEJzDk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4690046669946569274?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4690046669946569274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4690046669946569274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4690046669946569274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4690046669946569274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-high-lands.html' title='To The High Lands!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5362397661437833510</id><published>2010-05-29T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:37:26.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Pet Peeve &amp; New Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 4 days since I sent my laptop to be repaired and I still haven't heard from the dude repairing it. I have no idea of it's condition, if it's serious or fine or? I genuinely appreciate when people want to help, I really do. I just don't get why it's so hard to once in a while, update me about it? At least let me know, "I've checked it, it's fine it just needs bla bla it should be done by bla bla". Is it really THAT difficult to do? Sigh. I try to make it easier by initiating a text message and still, no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqzjDrrZIdE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqzjDrrZIdE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share this new Katherine Heigl movie. Pretty cliche, but it's Heigl! So it should be good! I'm liking it so far! Josh looks hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. It is issues like this that makes my skin crawl during group assignments. Tasks have been distributed to respective group members. A week's gone by, and NOTHING. It's like one of those awkward silent-only-cricket-sound moments. I would be going around asking, "So, what have you got so far? What about the others?". Instead of getting a, "Yeah I've done this, she's done that", I get "I've done this but I haven't heard from the others". The friggin cycle goes on for every person I contact. Seriously, a ton of F-bombs on them would have felt great, coz it's sick. Not the fact that they haven't done anything, it's the group COMMUNICATION. I don't know if maybe some people just don't give a hoot about their work, but I do! Okay, emo session done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my laptop! I really need it so I can edit my videos on it. I know I can edit on this computer, but the time limit for it's usage is just too short. It's the house computer so I've basically gotta take a number to be able to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcXq3zlzI/AAAAAAAABjc/rHdCVoJHfg0/s1600/9781416974512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcXq3zlzI/AAAAAAAABjc/rHdCVoJHfg0/s400/9781416974512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476619446085982002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the one I'm reading now. It's the first book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've got my temporary freedom I've started reading The Night World. I actually bought it about a year ago right after I finished Breaking Dawn, and stopped quarter way because I was too into Twilight and at the time 'nothing can beat Twilight'. Hahahaha. So I've been reading it these past couple of days, and it's at the part where the girl had just turned into a vampire, and she starts feeling the blood lust and is always hungry. I know I tend to easily get into the whole motion of imaginations when I read or watch something, but I didn't expect to get to into it. Within the 2 days that I read about her being blood thirsty, I couldn't help feeling so freakin' hungry. Was it just a coincidence? LOL, no idea but I've never felt so hungry even after I've eaten. Even hungrier than when I'm fasting. Hahaha. Must be one of my psycho delusional moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcXP68oEI/AAAAAAAABjU/mXqExrtMNiM/s1600/tv_cougar_town01_54455576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcXP68oEI/AAAAAAAABjU/mXqExrtMNiM/s400/tv_cougar_town01_54455576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476619438851399746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cougar Town.Courtney Cox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just saw the new commercial on Astro's Star World. They're gonna be showing Cougar Town! Yay? Haha, I heard it's a pretty good show to follow, so that should be something to look forward to. I wonder who came up with the idea but, Astro's starting to make promos for new coming soon tv shows. They've got these Asian actors doing skits and stuff. LOL. I'm not saying it's wrong, it's just confusing. Like the one they did for NCSI. I seriously thought it was some kinda new Asian reality show or something. The only reason I knew it was Cougar Town is because I've heard of it, and kinda figured from the whole NCSI 'promo' ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcYLUKPBI/AAAAAAAABjk/mhfzVkCYH6Q/s1600/Parenthood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcYLUKPBI/AAAAAAAABjk/mhfzVkCYH6Q/s400/Parenthood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476619454794841106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parenthood looks a tad interesting, we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway who's going for the Youth '10 festival tomorrow? Well it actually started on Friday. Tomorrow's the last. Just thought I'd go check it out. I've honestly never heard of it till now. Seems that it's an annual thing, with celebrities, and music, sports , fashion! Hope I get something good out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5362397661437833510?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5362397661437833510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5362397661437833510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5362397661437833510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5362397661437833510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/05/major-pet-peeve-new-shows.html' title='Major Pet Peeve &amp; New Shows'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/TADcXq3zlzI/AAAAAAAABjc/rHdCVoJHfg0/s72-c/9781416974512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7058377694079960276</id><published>2010-05-28T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:42:01.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Idol Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I wasn't too excited to watch the American Idol result show coz the final performance night was a tad ho-hum. In other words, dull. As heck. I was really excited for Lee, was routing for him the whole time. Watched the performance with my mom who's a huge Crystal fan. Before the show, I kept telling her, "I'm so sure Lee's gonna win no matter what?". Determined I was, to witness Lee kill it that night like he did last week. And every time Crystal sang she'd rub in my face, " See! She's so much better, she's gonna win, she's gonna win". LOL, shut up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan mentioned that each of them were gonna perform 3 songs.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Their favourite song throughout the season.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Song picked by Producer, Simon Fuller and&lt;br /&gt;(3) The winning song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJaSCw_2Fw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJaSCw_2Fw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;One of Lee's best performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Lee's  history throughout the show for his commendable taste in song choices, I just knew he was taking it home for sure! And, I was wrong. LOL. He went first, and of ALL songs he picked the LEAST entertaining. The Boxer? He would've nailed it if he picked Hey Jude or Still The One. In fact, even last week's  Simple Man was better. I don't know, I guess like Simon said maybe he was nervous (which is usually an annoying excuse but Lee's just too adorably exceptional, haha). That night, I genuinely thought Crystal was gonna win. I think a lot of people thought it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9am the next day, managed to watch the last bit of it. This year's result show definitely did NOT live up to the past finales. Or maybe it just felt that way coz last year's was just too amazing with Adam Lambert's theatrical super powers. I did like a few of the performances though. I LOVE that Beegees performed, they give me goosebumps every time I see or hear them. Sad that there's only 2 of them left now. Also, Crystal's duet with Alanis Morissette was off the hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__hNY70S0I/AAAAAAAABjM/f5-c6n7M6r0/s1600/american-idol_1645975c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__hNY70S0I/AAAAAAAABjM/f5-c6n7M6r0/s400/american-idol_1645975c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476343292053703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon's definitely going to be missed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta say, Simon's tribute videos &amp;amp; performances were the best part of the night. I think I cried during the performance of the past winners, and when the contestants from various seasons came in. Damn, I was in my kaftan with my bed hair crying in the living room alone (thank God). Coz no one was home &amp;amp; my brother was still asleep. It was overwhelming to see every single Idol winner there for Simon's farewell. Everyone except David Cook was there. Sad :( Miss seeing Taylor Hicks! He was so good during his season, and when he got out his album was blah. Pretty much a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__hNJG_n9I/AAAAAAAABjE/8rQvsMRl70I/s1600/americanidol480-blogSpan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__hNJG_n9I/AAAAAAAABjE/8rQvsMRl70I/s400/americanidol480-blogSpan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476343287805616082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final two. Crystal's awesome nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, pants on the ground &amp;amp; William Hung, wth? Hahaha. I know it's funny and all, but they make such a joke of these poor people, haha. I was totally digging the dancers &amp;amp; their boxers though. Kinda added a little excitement there. It was funny that this year's finale theme was what, students? All in their cute little uniforms, haha. So Harry Potter-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__fUvBj5bI/AAAAAAAABi8/W_TIDL_WPG8/s1600/d3z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__fUvBj5bI/AAAAAAAABi8/W_TIDL_WPG8/s400/d3z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476341219219203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to Lee DeWyze! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, Lee won! Happy for him. Farah and I were laughing when Ryan announced the winner, coz Lee couldn't stop moving around. We were reminiscing the moment when Kris Allen won, he was just like :O and he was stable again. Lee was like making rounds on the stage. So funny! Ryan made the moment so awkward when he kept asking, "How does it feel to be an American Idol?", "How were you feeling when I mentioned your name?". LOL, the guy's shocked, what else is there to say. "I don't know!" Thank you everyone thank you everyone and thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh one more thing! Is it just me or does Lee's winning song sound pretty similar to U2's Beautiful Day? Or is there some kinda news I didn't know about, that maybe there's some sort of connection between the songs? Hahhh, I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-7058377694079960276?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7058377694079960276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7058377694079960276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7058377694079960276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7058377694079960276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-on-idol-finale.html' title='Thoughts on Idol Finale'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S__hNY70S0I/AAAAAAAABjM/f5-c6n7M6r0/s72-c/american-idol_1645975c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7417144422694037429</id><published>2010-05-25T12:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:34:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking The Stage ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, continuing the Taking The Stage love. Haha. Well, the show is Executive produced by Nick Lachey. It seems that he and his brother Drew used to be  students there at the School for Creative and Performing Arts (SCPA) in Cincinnati, Ohio. The alumni includes much loved fashion icon Sarah Jessica Parker and others I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfnniXQYI/AAAAAAAABi0/R745bzmZYbg/s1600/group-takingthestage-784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfnniXQYI/AAAAAAAABi0/R745bzmZYbg/s400/group-takingthestage-784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475074906231619970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically students have to actually audition to be in the school. Thus of course, the students there are undoubtedly talented. The main girl  from season 1, Mia Carruthers had graduated and now has her own album. Her song 'Breathe You In' is awesome. She's good with words. I like seeing the stuff they do in the classes &amp;amp; programs they take there. They have a lot of performances from time to time. It's basically performances every week. Always something to look forward to. Duh, they're in a school of PERFORMING arts. News flash much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nLcJ5HqgEE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nLcJ5HqgEE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the whole creativity scene, I guess I'm a sucker for high school teen drama. LOL. I gotta say, the second season is definitely way better than the first. It involves a lot of boy likes girl, vice versa, jealousy, relationship drama, etc. And in addition to that, they use a lot of their music and dance in response to the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tWclXFPyI/AAAAAAAABiM/9d4WNgOwSC8/s1600/takingthestage-563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tWclXFPyI/AAAAAAAABiM/9d4WNgOwSC8/s400/takingthestage-563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475064821064220450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Season 2 Cast ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one guy, Adam (effin hott!!) who got so fired up because he was too late in making a move, missing out on the girl he's been wanting all along. He was too late that the girl started going out with this player (yes, she was a little too naive to even notice it despite the abnormally large sign on his forehead). During the school's Broadway production Adam performed this one song, can't remember the title but the lyrics were basically screaming "Why are you even dating that guy?". Haha, and the couple was sitting in the front row of the audience. His voice is beautiful by the way. Epic moment of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tYUgfcKDI/AAAAAAAABiU/DsJs-Rj3prs/s1600/Taking-the-Stage-cast-Season-2-taking-the-stage-10343070-600-395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tYUgfcKDI/AAAAAAAABiU/DsJs-Rj3prs/s400/Taking-the-Stage-cast-Season-2-taking-the-stage-10343070-600-395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475066881341401138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Adam!! Emily &amp;amp; Ian the player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a posed photo. But I like :) I know I'm not suppose give out spoilers but what the heck, haha. After the whole in-your-face performance. Ian had a Halloween party and purposely invited Adam (who freakin dressed up as Edward freakin Cullen, muahaha) just so he could perform a revenge rap. Yup, Ian's a rapper. Adam got served real bad at the party. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfnLd4TOI/AAAAAAAABis/z9oi9vlv7PQ/s1600/Adam-Calvert-taking-the-stage-10343162-466-570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfnLd4TOI/AAAAAAAABis/z9oi9vlv7PQ/s400/Adam-Calvert-taking-the-stage-10343162-466-570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475074898696621282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_taZySw_QI/AAAAAAAABic/jZ7FxjpIEbQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_taZySw_QI/AAAAAAAABic/jZ7FxjpIEbQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475069171042680066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfmyZ2nkI/AAAAAAAABik/JGIP6Z1XSWE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfmyZ2nkI/AAAAAAAABik/JGIP6Z1XSWE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475074891968847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't ordered for quite a while now. So I'd like to have a cup of Adam please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the part when Adam didn't know that Emily was so into him before the whole Ian drama. She actually wrote a song about him for the Singer Songwriters show. The reactions to the songs are fun to watch. Coz Adam had just recently started dating this hoe. Haha. And he was like, "Owh crap" when he heard the song. Entertaining stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school did a Broadway production of Fame. That was nice. It's being able to see the whole process of auditioning, and practicing for things, for their future that's captivating about the show. This one guy went all the way to get himself a part in Stomp The Yard 2. Should definitely watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-7417144422694037429?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7417144422694037429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7417144422694037429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7417144422694037429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7417144422694037429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-stage.html' title='Taking The Stage &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_tfnniXQYI/AAAAAAAABi0/R745bzmZYbg/s72-c/group-takingthestage-784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8043630887241021286</id><published>2010-05-25T09:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:24:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done Mom! Dad! Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've completed what seemed to have been one of the major reasons to thrive for, for the past 4 years of my life. The period nearing the end of it was typically filled with dreading and wanting to be the best of friends with that bed of mine at home. Not that I had the most miserable 4 years of my life, coz although you feel like you hated it, you can't help but appreciate the little things. I guess it's a lot similar to leaving school. You miss it, yes. But if someone gives you the opportunity of going back (to study) there, na-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, the expectations of the completion won't necessarily turn out the way you want it to. You think, "I'm DONE with studying! Time to sleep! Movies! The couch &amp;amp; TV!! This, that!".  Uhh-okay. So you CAN do those things. But seriously, unless you've got beyond laid back parents or better, a beyond laid back MIND SET, the 'relaxing' won't last that long. Because by then, *drum rolls* the pressure of getting a job comes along. HOLLAR atcho pressurehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_s7-N-oJQI/AAAAAAAABiE/G_XhlKciwvg/s1600/bruce%26Rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_s7-N-oJQI/AAAAAAAABiE/G_XhlKciwvg/s400/bruce%26Rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475035712089236738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if it's just me, but every time I think about the whole job thing, it reminds me of this one Keeping Up With The Kardashians episode. The one where Bruce starts getting annoyed by Rob being a university graduate but still lazing around the house and partying out a lot. Bruce made it a point to get in Rob's face everyday so that he'd get annoyed and realize he has to get a job and move out of the house. I think about that and I'm like "Daayumn" times a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been about a month since I finished my last finals, and I've gotta tell ya job searching can be pretty tough. Especially because your CGPA is one of the first things they judge you from to shortlist you. All that shit about your grades not being a problem and that YOUR PERSONALITY is what will get you to places. Okay it's partly true. But in order for you to get that chance of actually marketing your personality, your grades DO MATTER. The employers can't see or hear you in your resume, all they can judge you by's your grades. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the worries, so far so good. Still searching, but a lot of plans for the time being. Trying to get things in order, which to be done first  and stuff. Recently me being me, been watching a whole lot of reality shows. Haha. The Hills, The City and JUST recently season 2 of Taking The Stage! OMG, I love the show. Been following it from the first season. If you haven't heard of it, it's about a group of students in this school of performing arts. Each season they focus on a particular group of students some majoring in dance, vocals, theater, etc. If you've seen how the school is like in the movie Step Up, it's exactly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, that got me excited. LOL. In order to avoid a double extra long post, I'll talk about it in the next one. So, more space, more focus and more to blabb about! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8043630887241021286?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8043630887241021286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8043630887241021286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8043630887241021286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8043630887241021286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-done-mom-dad-now-what.html' title='I&apos;m Done Mom! Dad! Now what?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S_s7-N-oJQI/AAAAAAAABiE/G_XhlKciwvg/s72-c/bruce%26Rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4453080275989718096</id><published>2010-05-03T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:31:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break Up Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been all about my thesis. And now, I'm currently stuyding for the last couple of papers I'll ever be taking for my degree (I hope!). So, yeah. Exams equal crazy thoughts. It just so happens that my sister Tiqah came back for the weekend while I was in my 'indolent zone'. She had been wanting to make a video with me for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just got back from shopping yesterday, and were still in our clothes from the outing. Tiqah insisted we come up with something before I take my tudung off. Coz I  get pretty lazy once I've taken it off. Having to put it on and all JUST for the video. Don't think so! So I came up with a musical. Yup. Knowing that I had the voice of awesome (LOL), we proceeded with the plans for the musical anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fun of it, ya know. It's not like we're hoping to get signed or anything. LMAO. The musical's pretty simple. Didn't put THAT much thought into it. Just a lucid concept consisting of short dialogues, short songs and a teeny storyline. So there you go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cY5cwZ-3M0M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cY5cwZ-3M0M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda nervous about what people would say about our voices. Coz I know I sound like crap, LOL. But then I thought, why give a shit. This video ain't intended to impress anyone. Just for laughs. Entertainment. That's all. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4453080275989718096?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4453080275989718096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4453080275989718096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4453080275989718096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4453080275989718096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-up-musical.html' title='The Break Up Musical'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4960467370598464703</id><published>2010-03-06T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:09:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tweeting the heck outta the cravings for Murni food, I finally had lunch with Tasya at Murni Discovery today. Recorded a little here &amp;amp; there. I ended up vlogging about it. So there. Hehhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ec4Eon4X3d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ec4Eon4X3d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zetty was suppose to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she couldn't, but it's okay, there's always next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-4960467370598464703?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4960467370598464703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4960467370598464703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4960467370598464703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4960467370598464703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/03/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied :)'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5907681428922534426</id><published>2010-02-26T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:13:33.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely Not A Robot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was invited to join this Malaysian you tuber's channel called United Malaysian Vloggers. So, I know I've been hella busy, look at my last post, a MONTH ago!! This semester is just crazy!! However I promised Ayie (the founder of the channel) that I'd participate. So of course I had to make time to record the video and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first task is to talk about 'Vlogging', so here's my input on it.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't talk much, more visuals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KfO4d00f6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KfO4d00f6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I used is 'You Are Not A Robot' by Marina &amp;amp; The Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE her. The song rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a whole day to record &amp;amp; edit this. Especially coz I'm using a new camera &amp;amp; editting software. Ugh. Just rendering it took more than an hour. But Heeeheee. It's finally done. Hope it looks okay, haha. I have like, two tests next week. Gotta go study!!! So eager to talk about American Idol &amp;amp; more!! But I don't have much time. I'll try to update soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5907681428922534426?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5907681428922534426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5907681428922534426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5907681428922534426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5907681428922534426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/02/definitely-not-robot.html' title='Definitely Not A Robot!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6423931698765666794</id><published>2010-01-17T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:32:34.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graven Image ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wanting to talk about the first week of Idol since the first episode aired on Wednesday evening! Unfortunately had a lot of work, too much was going on in my head. Still on the go! You know how it is when you have to postpone the excitement of wanting to tell. Trying to remember the contestants I saw &amp;amp; wanted to talk about. Grrr, memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Fenlon's one I couldn't forget. Despite walking in with a cocky air &amp;amp; pulling out the douche of an attitude, I thought he had one of the best voices of the first two episodes. Definitely heard a little John Mayer in those vocals, which makes it extra extra hott ;) As vexatious as he was, I somehow  find him bizarrely attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-rSzD95xhQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-rSzD95xhQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally get where Kara was coming from, coz it's understandable that the judges have been there the whole day facing the variety of human beings, up to the last person. And that person comes in &amp;amp; drops a MASSIVE attitude bomb. But am I the only one who found that spanking comment she made, erotically hilarious? Haha, Kara said "You need a spanking, very naughty", something like that. WTF? Hahahaha. I mean, I know what she meant, but the way she said it. Freakin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked Fenlon's exit, when he said "See you later Ladies", and walked out with his psycho smile. HAHA. I really hope he gives it another shot in another city. And maybe suck it up &amp;amp; actually wait patiently this time. His voice is worth voting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S1KDf5yMVUI/AAAAAAAABh8/Cu1jQLMYrdc/s1600-h/aug14-idol-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S1KDf5yMVUI/AAAAAAAABh8/Cu1jQLMYrdc/s400/aug14-idol-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427545085045396802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought Victoria Beckham was SUPER hott on the show. LOVE both her looks on the 2 days she judged. I don't get the harsh comments she's been getting on her participation. I don't think she was bad at all. It's not like she let sucky singers through to Hollywood. She was a rather spicy addition along the Idol journey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, who else was good. Justin Williams was okay. The guy who survived cancer. A lot of people seem to really like him. The country girl, Vanessa Woolf, she's something different. Reminds me of Jael on ANTM, haha. Curious to see how she does in Hollywood. I can't seem to remember anyone that stood out vocal-wise. I don't know, they might be better in Hollywood, but none really caught my ear yet. In terms of personality, I did like that nice guy who told Simon to shut up, can't remember his name but adorable much! The Miss Congeniality. Oh, and the church singer seems to possess potential, very soulful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Simon says, "I have a weird feeling that song's gonna be a hit", it does! Haha, pants on the ground! My sisters &amp;amp; I seriously couldn't stop repeating it after the audition. I like how Mary J Blige couldn't hold back from laughing at certain contestants. Reminds me of how I hold back during no-laughing matter situations. It's obdurate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Idol, have you seen Adam Lambert's new video for his song&lt;br /&gt;'Whatya Want From Me'? Sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:videolist:vh1.com:1545665" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1545665%26vid%3D471100%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideolist%3Avh1.com%3A1545665" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." width="512" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this video thanks to Erra. "He makes the best videos!", she says. AGREED!&lt;br /&gt;Love the song, love the video.Watched it repeatedly. Unquestionably noteworthy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Lambert love, you look like a fool with your pants on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-6423931698765666794?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6423931698765666794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6423931698765666794&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6423931698765666794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6423931698765666794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/01/graven-image.html' title='Graven Image &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S1KDf5yMVUI/AAAAAAAABh8/Cu1jQLMYrdc/s72-c/aug14-idol-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3955204334437904758</id><published>2010-01-12T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:49:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once in a while, I like to browse around MPH Online to check out book offers &amp;amp; stuff. Especially when I know I have extra cash in my account ;) Bought most of my books online anyway, coz somehow whenever I choose to chill at any one of the MPH stores, is when I'm broke. Ringgits on the other hand, just love to pop up in my bank account during my lazy-but-still-need-love phases. Hence, the online purchases &amp;amp; Qila is blithe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of weeks of 2010 has been pretty tense. So much to think about, it's all so overwhelming. At times like these, a shopaholic might go out &amp;amp; get herself a pair of  shoes, I'll get myself a book or two. NOT! Haha well usually food, but just thought of getting something else. Like a good light read, so I can get my mind off of all the work sporadically. Did just that on Sunday. Browsed through the website, clicky here &amp;amp; there. And honkeroos, the mail man brought me my book today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0wRCoLJhuI/AAAAAAAABh0/PT9QRV70yLc/s1600-h/DSC01636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0wRCoLJhuI/AAAAAAAABh0/PT9QRV70yLc/s400/DSC01636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425730387916195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is The Last Chapter by Alicia Loh. She's only 13 years old &amp;amp; one heck of a writer. Read her blog &lt;a href="http://alicialoh.com"&gt;Alicia Loh&lt;/a&gt; and she's got some pretty rad poems. Like young teens in general, she's a HUGE David Archuletta fan, Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana, Jesse McCartney, Disney &amp;amp; Nickelodeon, etc. Looks like we've got a lot in common minus David Archie, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's Malaysian &amp;amp; the book only costs RM15. It's pretty thin, about 70 pages a short novel. I haven't read it yet, but will fill in on it once I have. All purchases of The Last Chapter goes to her medical fund :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0wRCSpgvvI/AAAAAAAABhs/uF9bMV-N6_Y/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0wRCSpgvvI/AAAAAAAABhs/uF9bMV-N6_Y/s400/DSC01637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425730382137966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paid extra RM7 for the delivery, instead of a 15 minute drive to Midvalley to get it myself. That's how much of a pemalas I am. FML. Haha, nahh. CML. Cheer My Life. LOL. See what happens when you try to crap. Cheap crap comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months have got me thinking a LOT. Been feeling like I've come to a point where I need to start working on something. And that something is still left a cliff hanger. Something to do with birds &amp;amp; nests. Haha. Still need to be thought about, DEEPER thoughts. Coz maybe I've just been thinking too much &amp;amp; over exaggerating everything. Typical meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an exciting note, a show I've been longing to follow this year, starts this Wednesday! American Idol Season 10! Whoots! So eager to see Ellen Degeneres share a table with Simon Cowell. I love Ellen. Can't express how gratified I am that Paula won't be there to tell people how shiny they are anymore. Even the guest judges look interesting. To top that off, Glee will be on Astro weekly, right after AI. Exciting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life seems to be falling apart...&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-3955204334437904758?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3955204334437904758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3955204334437904758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3955204334437904758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3955204334437904758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-mail.html' title='Got Mail'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0wRCoLJhuI/AAAAAAAABh0/PT9QRV70yLc/s72-c/DSC01636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5411646652740256418</id><published>2010-01-07T14:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:15:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Out On A Limb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past few weeks have been filled with fusses about what's to come in the New Year, resolutions, changes for a 'new beginning', etc. &amp;amp; the first post I produce to officiate 2010 is 'I'm A Tooth Fairy', haha. My bad. It was for a contest, I just had to send it in as soon as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8MdXHNxI/AAAAAAAABhc/S3zyu4iY-U4/s1600-h/mask1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8MdXHNxI/AAAAAAAABhc/S3zyu4iY-U4/s400/mask1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424018617207830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, how was New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a blast, coz I had both my Rocker bebehhs with me the whole day till after the countdown &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Spent NYE together for the first time at a Masquerade potluck party organized by Fareeza &amp;amp; Aliya, which turned out to be a pretty awesome event. Kudos! The food was good too, made my usual apple crumble pie ;) Good job, guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8MJoaEbI/AAAAAAAABhU/zX0fcsZHSmE/s1600-h/3loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8MJoaEbI/AAAAAAAABhU/zX0fcsZHSmE/s400/3loves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424018611911659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed most new years posts have been about reflecting on the year before &amp;amp; new goals for the next. I was never really the kind to make resolutions for new years. Maybe just the typical 'to lose weight' goal which has never been achieved so far, &amp;amp; that does not count! HAHA. I guess I made a lot of not so focused mental goals. I thought of stuff but never really took them seriously. About a week ago, I was waiting for my mom to pick me up at campus I decided to take out my organizer &amp;amp; jot down some goals I felt NEEDED to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8Lw_Yd-I/AAAAAAAABhM/gQpFYOz5y-M/s1600-h/groupee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8Lw_Yd-I/AAAAAAAABhM/gQpFYOz5y-M/s400/groupee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424018605297137634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in making resolutions during new years. I mean, why not if you want to. But why wait for a year to end to be determined to make a change? This year however, needs serious change. Especially because the final semester before I (insyaAllah) graduate from my degree has paid its visit. I know it's like, almost the end of the journey for this particular destination &amp;amp; only NOW I'm thinking of major changes. But who doesn't, right? Similar last minute stage fright, Broadway analogy. Hahh. Time's pretty limited. Came up with a fairly LONG list that afternoon. Will I be able to achieve them? We'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think listing them down here is necessary. But one of them was, "To take risks, take a leap of faith when needed". And God, have I taken the first step that might be the hugest risk I've ever taken in my life. It might do me good &amp;amp; I end up the proudest gal alive OR, I might have to battle the worst breakdown &amp;amp; consequences yet. Just the thought of it gives me chills down my spine. And of course, I play the major role in navigating it to turn out right, to make it the BEST decision ever. So, I'm all for it. Fingers crossed. Go me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X_eP8MrYI/AAAAAAAABhk/ZU71Ilxffmg/s1600-h/paranormal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X_eP8MrYI/AAAAAAAABhk/ZU71Ilxffmg/s400/paranormal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424022221377809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bamboos were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off my first premiere screening for the year a few days back. Paranormal Activity with Farah at Tropicana City Mall's GSC. Too lazy to do a review, coz I'm sure you've already heard a lot about it on TV &amp;amp; the net. It's been out in the States for a while now. I personally thought it was a good watch, though there were a few people who came out of the cinema saying it wasn't even scary, bla bla bla. Whatevs. It was my first time at Tropicana City, seems like a pretty fun hangout mall. Should go there more often, didn't get the chance to explore the place properly that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to go out on a limb sometimes because that's where the fruit is.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5411646652740256418?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5411646652740256418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5411646652740256418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5411646652740256418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5411646652740256418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-out-on-limb.html' title='Going Out On A Limb'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0X8MdXHNxI/AAAAAAAABhc/S3zyu4iY-U4/s72-c/mask1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5555491082344550609</id><published>2010-01-05T18:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:14:55.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, you read it crystal clear. The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;A tooth fairy I am, &amp;amp; this is how I roll :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0SpnwFlBZI/AAAAAAAABgs/38v0hr5wyDg/s1600-h/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0SpnwFlBZI/AAAAAAAABgs/38v0hr5wyDg/s400/wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423646351649211794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wings of fire. Black fire. Whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually around 10 p.m. I would stand by my Pillow-Got-Tooth device, that'll receive waves of information from the pillows of kids around the world that detect a tooth under them. By then, it would have  already been pass bedtime for children worldwide. That marks my time to rock the airs on my air-board (like in Back To The Future *winks*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0Spob3RW_I/AAAAAAAABg0/DJO2qd_TYwM/s1600-h/bedtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0Spob3RW_I/AAAAAAAABg0/DJO2qd_TYwM/s400/bedtime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423646363400362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tooth planted under pillow, my time to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I traverse the air I'm free to let my wings out for stability, coz the wings are a trend among the tooth fairies, you see.  Tooth fairies have got passion for fashion too. Uh-huh. It takes me up at most, 5 feet high, enough to fly off if seen by anyone. That's why I have the air board to go higher &amp;amp; faster, my gnarly form of transportation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0TIyF6I9rI/AAAAAAAABhE/i0JzpbllpZ0/s1600-h/tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0TIyF6I9rI/AAAAAAAABhE/i0JzpbllpZ0/s400/tooth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423680614165968562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tooth fairy in Converse baby! Whoots !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the first house, I reach for the Show Stopper Switch in my right pocket. *Click* And the time stops, the world freezes, stopping by means of a freeze-frame mechanism. The world is still &amp;amp; silent,  not a sound, only my swift movement in &amp;amp; out of each house sheltering a child's fallen tooth. Each tooth is replaced with some money &amp;amp; a piece of candy, coz I'm cool like that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done, the Show Stopper Switch is clicked again, and everything  goes back to normal.  Still the same time from when it was stopped. Nothing different from before, only a whole lot of kids who are delighted with their extra filled pillows. I return home, continue my awesome human life, looking forward to the nights to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.  My gadgets, the Pillow-Got-Tooth detector, Air-board &amp;amp; Show Stopper switch never ceases to do me justice. Life's good. What can I say. I'm a Tooth Fairy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-5555491082344550609?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5555491082344550609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5555491082344550609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5555491082344550609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5555491082344550609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-tooth-fairy.html' title='I&apos;m A Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/S0SpnwFlBZI/AAAAAAAABgs/38v0hr5wyDg/s72-c/wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2151773235919218826</id><published>2009-12-25T03:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:12:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement in White &amp; Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the videos posted on You Tube around this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Like last year, I've picked a couple of favourites to be shared on here, so enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF65pxLwcRo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF65pxLwcRo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally sung by Mariah Carey. As always, Sam nails every note.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know anything about music notes &amp;amp; hitting em the right way. Weehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyKZCQfKIDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyKZCQfKIDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I like how both the people I adore are in the same video. Haha. Michelle Obama looks stunning there. Obama himself looked pretty sleepy during the performance, tired I guess. He IS the President of the United States. Ha. Many were slightly surprised of the choice of having Justin Bieber, a 15 year old 'Teen Star' to perform for the President. Assumptions are, because of his daughters. I'm sure so. But then again , he is worthy of such honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how Justin constantly switches his hands holding the mic. In the description for this video, he wrote &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;: It was an incredible honor and I was really nervous. You can tell by my hands, I didnt know what to do with them. I was like Will Ferrell in Talladega Nights. haha.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. So cute :D  As mentioned in the video, the song was originally sung by Stevie Wonder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all celebrating :D&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-2151773235919218826?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2151773235919218826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2151773235919218826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2151773235919218826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2151773235919218826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/amusement-in-white-red.html' title='Amusement in White &amp; Red'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2127739900227562766</id><published>2009-12-25T01:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:44:52.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Simplicity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm disconcerted by the human nature methods of handling situations. In the Critical Thinking course I took about a year ago, the exact term for this particular one is 'team work'.  I'm sure it was taught with expectations of it being applied in general life situations, happenings, etc. People don't have to be informed that they're in a group &amp;amp; that they have to work together to know what is to be applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a group of friends/strangers wanting to hangout or wanting to do something together, a school/university/social project, simple transmit-receive communication between people. As long as there is more than one person involved. Right? Seems like 'team work' is like add maths to many,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It has nothing to do with what we do in our everyday life&lt;/span&gt;". So they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heck with critical thinking. Aren't individuals suppose to be aware &amp;amp; conscious of their surroundings? Willing to  do things for their own benefit? Now, forget about life &amp;amp; death type of situations, I'm talking about the simplest things in life, like a SIMPLE phone call. And WOW, even a tiny little text. I don't think you'll be assassinated anytime soon if u sent a text. Oh, unless you did something real bad to stimulate someone to think of assassination that is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, lets see how a SIMPLE a phone call, text, online chat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;can contribute to the simplicities of life, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzOzVp8QyjI/AAAAAAAABgU/k0EOAks5lPM/s1600-h/calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzOzVp8QyjI/AAAAAAAABgU/k0EOAks5lPM/s400/calls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418871961274075698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it seriously that difficult? That's where the confusion comes in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-2127739900227562766?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2127739900227562766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2127739900227562766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2127739900227562766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2127739900227562766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tough-simplicity.html' title='Tough Simplicity?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzOzVp8QyjI/AAAAAAAABgU/k0EOAks5lPM/s72-c/calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8959813599737371330</id><published>2009-12-23T05:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:23:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the final episode for HP Space Asia on Channel V last night. It came down to Raffy from the Philippines, Lora from China, &amp;amp; David from Singapore. In the final challenge, the three were required to come up with an idea &amp;amp; direct a music video for a particular band randomly assigned to them. So, like every other project-based reality show I've seen so far, The Apprentice, Stylista, etc. eliminated contestants were brought back to assist the final three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzFMS53SzVI/AAAAAAAABfo/jJLat3h7hyY/s1600-h/4052443139_d5ca6aa867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzFMS53SzVI/AAAAAAAABfo/jJLat3h7hyY/s400/4052443139_d5ca6aa867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418195714357513554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HP Space Contestants. Image by : Imedagoze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this show, instead of the finalist picking their team mates, the eliminated ones were given the chance to choose who they wanted to work for. Surprisingly how Asians work, a few purposely picked the finalist they weren't so keen about. They were basically sabotaging each other throughout the episode, it was pretty irksome to watch. And out of the 16 contestants, only one of them is Malaysian, whom apparently didn't make it far enough in the show. Coz I've only seen the first episode, missed about two, and by the time I continued watching, the Malaysian dude name Han wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious to see Han's work &amp;amp; how much of a contribution he can be in a team, so I can go "Malaysia Boleh!" &amp;amp; all. Unfortunately, all I heard coming from his mouth throughout the episode was money, money &amp;amp; MONEY. The first part when he chose to work with David, his reason was, "So he can give me some money!". I honestly thought he was joking about it, but as the episode went on, he actually attempted  requesting David for an incentive. And when David refused, he got all disappointed about it &amp;amp; went telling the camera, "Why would I want to  help someone win +++ thousand dollars for nothing?". Pfft, so much for Malaysia Boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Man, I've seen shows like The Apprentice, where the win is like millions, &amp;amp; the eliminated contestants assisting the finalists don't even question about being paid. They work their butts off &amp;amp; do it simply for the love of doing it. Anyway, I'm rooting for Raffy :) He got to direct Bunkface's music video 'Prom Queen' &amp;amp; it turned out really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzFPiZVwEzI/AAAAAAAABgI/kI6IKZHPqcQ/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzFPiZVwEzI/AAAAAAAABgI/kI6IKZHPqcQ/s400/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418199279039681330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biggest Loser Asia. Kevin is so cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian versions of reality shows are quite a hit these days. Aside from HP Space, I'm currently following Biggest Loser Asia &amp;amp; Super Model Me. Excited to see the outcome for Biggest Loser. I find it funny that within the first EVER season of Asia's Biggest Loser we've managed to make history among all other Biggest Loser shows of other countries. And that is, the first to ever QUIT on the FIRST episode after being picked out of thousands of applicants who'd die for the spot. Also, the first to vote for HIMSELF during elimination. LOL. I wonder what that says about Asians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-8959813599737371330?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8959813599737371330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8959813599737371330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8959813599737371330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8959813599737371330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/asian-reality.html' title='Asian Reality'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzFMS53SzVI/AAAAAAAABfo/jJLat3h7hyY/s72-c/4052443139_d5ca6aa867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3674036618030244248</id><published>2009-12-23T03:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:12:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holmes For The Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiere screening for Sherlock Holmes at TGV One Utama last night, accompanied by Tiqah. Thoughts? Gratifying &amp;amp; enthralling :) It's a combination of vintage CSI and Psych. Tiqah mentioned that Sherlock Holmes' character reminds her of House. He's a genius with a sharp sense of awareness, yet very sarcastic in a comical sense. Robert Downey Jr. couldn't be more suitable for the role. Very edgy. I remember being so into him in Only You &amp;amp; Chances Are. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwyRXZ4OI/AAAAAAAABfg/hRO2z6x1aqU/s1600-h/DSC016130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwyRXZ4OI/AAAAAAAABfg/hRO2z6x1aqU/s400/DSC016130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418165466916577506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwyKtegJI/AAAAAAAABfY/EeRPFJvr0D0/s1600-h/DSC016080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwyKtegJI/AAAAAAAABfY/EeRPFJvr0D0/s400/DSC016080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418165465130107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it was just last night's crowd, but people in the cinema were laughing at practically every comment or statement Holmes made. Maybe it WAS just last night's crowd. Some of the parts WERE funny, I did laugh a little here &amp;amp; there, where it was seriously laughable. But man, these people, they were guffawing their hearts out. Felt like the guy behind me was screaming out his laughs. And omg, speaking of people in the cinema, if you have something to say about every single scene in the movie, please shut the fudge up &amp;amp; keep it to yourself. OR at least get your parents to teach you how to whisper. If you have a dictionary, look it up. WHISPER. Practice it. And I promise, you'll be shocked at the amount of people who'll start loving you :) Oh wait, BLOG about it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, what captivated me most about the movie was Holmes' ability to plan out his moves in such a short span of time. Not only does he plan them out, he lays out his whole analysis of the outcome of each of his actions &amp;amp; how he'll react towards it, plus the end results. All this analyzing is done mentally, kinda like Robert Langdon in Da Vinci Code, but better! You'll know what I mean when you see it for yourself. He's always aware of the most unnoticeable things vital in his investigations, which leaves audiences in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwxvrj6YI/AAAAAAAABfQ/H7_0_ZzYNIQ/s1600-h/DSC016150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwxvrj6YI/AAAAAAAABfQ/H7_0_ZzYNIQ/s400/DSC016150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418165457874315650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law as Holmes' partner, Dr. John Watson &amp;amp; Rachel McAdams as his love interest Irene Adler, were fun to watch. Haven't seen Jude on the big screen for quite a while, since he's been pretty active in Broadway. Still hot as always ;) Loved how he OWNED the outfits in the movie. Rachel McAdams on the other hand, is hard to not like, she seems to be doing really well nowadays, with The Time Traveller's Wife &amp;amp; now Sherlock Holmes. The three make a great team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun facts :&lt;br /&gt;Colin Farrell was in talks to play Watson before Jude Law was cast. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Euw? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set for Sherlock Holmes' home in this film was previously used as Sirius Black's home in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this movie is without a question, watch-worthy :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-3674036618030244248?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3674036618030244248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3674036618030244248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3674036618030244248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3674036618030244248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/holmes-for-holiday.html' title='Holmes For The Holiday'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SzEwyRXZ4OI/AAAAAAAABfg/hRO2z6x1aqU/s72-c/DSC016130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3569339097918073659</id><published>2009-12-20T04:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:28:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A King Is Crowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After constantly coming to me &amp;amp; my sisters for opinions, thoughts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He finally got what he deserved at the night of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maiden Voyage&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy056f3XUlI/AAAAAAAABfI/5MGq-2lWuEY/s1600-h/11835_208551173859_739888859_3114157_4481984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy056f3XUlI/AAAAAAAABfI/5MGq-2lWuEY/s400/11835_208551173859_739888859_3114157_4481984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417049603945484882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redza for being crowned Prom King/Best Dressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0553RZ4DI/AAAAAAAABe4/sYLEtSlzyac/s1600-h/13037_376862015331_669565331_10034675_5896262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0553RZ4DI/AAAAAAAABe4/sYLEtSlzyac/s400/13037_376862015331_669565331_10034675_5896262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417049593048850482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy056FrD70I/AAAAAAAABfA/94Ib4-Waw5s/s1600-h/11835_208551303859_739888859_3114174_1833041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy056FrD70I/AAAAAAAABfA/94Ib4-Waw5s/s400/11835_208551303859_739888859_3114174_1833041_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417049596914560834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously overjoyed to hear the news, I couldn't wait for him to come home the next day to tell us all about it. Even when he called from the hotel, we were all whooting around the house for him. HAHA. It's no million dollars, but HECK, it's a nice cherry on the top for the end of his high school life :)&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy055ghveYI/AAAAAAAABew/1jrtR71wu60/s1600-h/11835_208536273859_739888859_3114101_2467586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy055ghveYI/AAAAAAAABew/1jrtR71wu60/s400/11835_208536273859_739888859_3114101_2467586_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417049586943359362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody (Ngahahh) Farah mentioned in her blog that the prizes were the only reason I'm overjoyed. Yes, the prizes are AWESOME &amp;amp; there was some personal gain to it, which I'm ecstatic about.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm genuinely blithe about the win.&lt;br /&gt;Epicness. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-3569339097918073659?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3569339097918073659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3569339097918073659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3569339097918073659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3569339097918073659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/king-is-crowned.html' title='A King Is Crowned'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy056f3XUlI/AAAAAAAABfI/5MGq-2lWuEY/s72-c/11835_208551173859_739888859_3114157_4481984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-24187359918598078</id><published>2009-12-20T00:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:20:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, another trip to the bogus Egypt of Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to look for some little girl's flats for her poor old feet :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5u4djAI/AAAAAAAABeY/LS7Y37pld9g/s1600-h/1712200918230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002311796755458" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5u4djAI/AAAAAAAABeY/LS7Y37pld9g/s400/1712200918230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiqah &amp;amp; myself, about an hour and a half before finding out that our pizza got burnt &amp;amp; nobody was man enough to come up to us to inform the news. Stomachs were growling like lions deployed for war. We haven't had anything to eat since breakfast, you see. Finally one of the waitresses came up to us with a bowl &amp;amp; informed us of the utterly unfortunate event of our HANGUS pizza, and told us to get ourselves some salad &amp;amp; wait for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup, all we got was a bowl of salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5b6Z6hI/AAAAAAAABeQ/FH-Jvz7Y5xI/s1600-h/DSC015680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002306704632338" style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5b6Z6hI/AAAAAAAABeQ/FH-Jvz7Y5xI/s400/DSC015680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attempting the 'Farah Pose'. Hands clutched to the hips. Back bent about 20 degrees to the back.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the 20 degrees. Farah pose attempt = FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5M4XPiI/AAAAAAAABeI/W1uTQIhFhds/s1600-h/DSC015810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002302669536802" style="width: 266px; height: 353px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5M4XPiI/AAAAAAAABeI/W1uTQIhFhds/s400/DSC015810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O41D2aOI/AAAAAAAABeA/18pN9c8yOf4/s1600-h/DSC015820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002296275265762" style="width: 265px; height: 353px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O41D2aOI/AAAAAAAABeA/18pN9c8yOf4/s400/DSC015820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EDWIN jeans was our witness. I think if you've been there, you'll know there are like several mini Christmas sets made up of a bench, a lamp post, a Christmas tree &amp;amp; a snowman along the walk of one of the floors at the new wing. These two posed their way around a single set like Rock Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O4frvpxI/AAAAAAAABd4/BKar2pNOxws/s1600-h/DSC015960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002290537015058" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O4frvpxI/AAAAAAAABd4/BKar2pNOxws/s400/DSC015960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiqah was Rock &amp;amp; Roll enough to drive us there.&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I was trying to shoot there. Hardcore not  ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0PZt-0XoI/AAAAAAAABeg/l1_qS7mnvec/s1600-h/DSC015950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002861310795394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0PZt-0XoI/AAAAAAAABeg/l1_qS7mnvec/s400/DSC015950.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Tiqah transported us back.The end. Coz that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and we're going to Pyramid again tomorrow, only God knows why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/2461877441985568658-24187359918598078?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/24187359918598078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=24187359918598078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/24187359918598078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/24187359918598078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/yet-again-another-trip-to-bogus-egypt.html' title='Pseudo-Egypt'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sy0O5u4djAI/AAAAAAAABeY/LS7Y37pld9g/s72-c/1712200918230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2366107223045874732</id><published>2009-12-14T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:12:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Predilection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this reality show on NBC called The Sing-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaHvu-TywxI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaHvu-TywxI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cappella seems to be a crowd favourite nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the emergence of Glee in the entertainment scene, which is one of the most transcendent mental superiority product of the human mind for a TV series, I must say *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a cappella LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-2366107223045874732?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2366107223045874732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2366107223045874732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2366107223045874732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2366107223045874732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/strong-predilection.html' title='Strong Predilection'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2996928118835990221</id><published>2009-12-13T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:30:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ardent Zeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recalled snapping a photo of the Christmas tree outside Sunway Pyramid's new wing. Snapped it from inside the car as we drove pass it.  See the Kumbaya singers surrounding it ? Very Kumbaya-ish right ? Haha :) The photo's not that clear though, coz all I had was my 2.0 megapixel phone camera. But still, can't you just feel the love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyUFw0FTTDI/AAAAAAAABcg/rjEeoXzQsJA/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyUFw0FTTDI/AAAAAAAABcg/rjEeoXzQsJA/s400/DSC01556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414740463155629106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally forgot to mention in the previous post! They're having a Dolphins &amp;amp; Sea Lions Show right in front of Sunway Pyramid :D They've got a whole tent set outside there. For the first time ever, in Malaysia. How exciting! Have you heard about it? Or am I the last to know about all this ? LOL. The last time I remember watching a live dolphin-sea lion show was like, about 17 years ago, in Aussie. Barely remember anything, but I've seen photos of from when I went for it. A decade ago. Whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much it'd cost per show. I reckon, pretty expensive? The whole dolphin thing reminds me of Afi's dream of becoming a dolphin trainer, HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyUFwv-RU9I/AAAAAAAABcY/myaLzyCHmBs/s1600-h/6831_16248190163721169_2445794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyUFwv-RU9I/AAAAAAAABcY/myaLzyCHmBs/s400/6831_16248190163721169_2445794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414740462052398034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photo for the day. Favourite Raya pic :) See, Fadi's making a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumzay had a hotel dinner event tonight. Helped style her up. Did her hair, chose her clothes &amp;amp; accessories according to the theme which was, "Striking Red or Cool Blue".  Had fun helping her out. Dang, she went out looking RAD !I think I was more excited about it than she was. It was like preparing a daughter for prom. Took photos &amp;amp; all. HAHA. An enthusiast, I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-2996928118835990221?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2996928118835990221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2996928118835990221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2996928118835990221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2996928118835990221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-ardent-zeal.html' title='Of Ardent Zeal'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyUFw0FTTDI/AAAAAAAABcg/rjEeoXzQsJA/s72-c/DSC01556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5513870317700660460</id><published>2009-12-12T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:19:37.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule Is What It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Christmas has got to be one of the favourite annual festive seasons here in Malaysia. Especially when malls in the city go all out in decorating &amp;amp; putting up shows with the hopes of luring customers in with sales, promotions &amp;amp; the addition of side Christmas activities. It has become almost like a tradition for people to traverse every known mall there is in their respective states, not only for the uber cheap stuff, but to endure the experience of being in a different world architectured in various themes based on Christmas tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I've gotta say, if I had the time, I'd love to check out all the malls this Christmas. So far, I've only been to Midvalley &amp;amp; Sunway Pyramid. Both had awesome decos. I only managed to snap some poses in Midvalley though, LOL. Went there a couple of days ago to shop for Redza's prom outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg5tak3SI/AAAAAAAABcQ/wmogGKaUq4k/s1600-h/091211_1954054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg5tak3SI/AAAAAAAABcQ/wmogGKaUq4k/s400/091211_1954054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066615356808482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg5dBBtQI/AAAAAAAABcI/DTp03_UBkiU/s1600-h/091211_2000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg5dBBtQI/AAAAAAAABcI/DTp03_UBkiU/s400/091211_2000030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066610954679554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         We cured our long time crave for sushi &amp;amp; bought a whole LOT of them that day. Hell yeah, I was content all right. We only decided to get some snapperoos the last few minutes before heading back home. And as we were vigorously working our poses around the Christmas trees, this lady with an SLR around her neck came up to us &amp;amp; asked if we'd like her to snap our pics for us with HER camera. Turns out, she was representing Canon &amp;amp; they were taking pictures of customers near the Midvalley decos &amp;amp; printing them out for free. In the heart of Christmas. Awww :) Haha. Unfortunately we were already leaving in a few minutes &amp;amp; failed to wait the half hour required before getting the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg41nApLI/AAAAAAAABcA/Zqx-1MsqtuQ/s1600-h/091211_2000420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg41nApLI/AAAAAAAABcA/Zqx-1MsqtuQ/s400/091211_2000420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066600376575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg4lYKLaI/AAAAAAAABb4/bD2Nu9hwg8A/s1600-h/091211_2001020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg4lYKLaI/AAAAAAAABb4/bD2Nu9hwg8A/s400/091211_2001020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066596019318178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Sunway Pyramid yesterday with the homies. Got myself a new pair of jeans, as Fadi had brought me to realization of how humongous the rip on my prior one was when we were in Malacca. LOL. There shall be rips NO more, yay! They also had a sushi promotion there. Dadsterz bought a WHOLE BUNCH of them, why am I not suprised? Japanese week for us, whoots! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to deco-talk. Sunway must have spent a great deal on the decorations inside &amp;amp; out. On BOTH wings! I have never been to the outside part of the new wing at the steps near the Sunway Lagoon entrance. At night, that area looks amazing, with the huge Christmas tree made up of lights. Saw a lot of people hanging around there. It's like they were singing Kumbaya together or something, haha. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Maroon 5 on CSI.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5513870317700660460?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5513870317700660460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5513870317700660460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5513870317700660460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5513870317700660460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/yule-is-what-it-is.html' title='Yule Is What It Is'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyKg5tak3SI/AAAAAAAABcQ/wmogGKaUq4k/s72-c/091211_1954054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6263903329878610569</id><published>2009-12-11T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:43:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How The Historical Town  Fortified Bonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally got the pics! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our Malacca trip was last Friday, the 4th of December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;That Friday morning Tasya, Zetty &amp;amp; myself headed to Fadi's place with our luggage &amp;amp; sleeping bags, waited for Fadi to freshen up, met her mom &amp;amp; cute little nephew Nabil ! As all was set, we got the show on the road, Fadi drove us there. In the car was when I started "Hachooming" by the way. The beginning of a slight misfortune for me during &amp;amp; AFTER the trip. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked about not sleeping in the car assuming the journey was gonna be really brief, ironically I was the only one who fell asleep, granting Zetty the EVIL opportunity to snap my snoozes. And no, I will NOT post those photos here :) Fadi, on the other hand, didn't have enough sleep, she risked the heck out of our lives! LOL, we kept feeling the car sway left &amp;amp; right, it was scary. Tasya who was her co-captain was afraid to even blink throughout the whole journey. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ5dlpMUyI/AAAAAAAABbg/uQ7WlHn2lVU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ5dlpMUyI/AAAAAAAABbg/uQ7WlHn2lVU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414023251280810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We reached Fadi's apartment near MMU that evening, kept our bags, relaxed for a while, re-freshened up &amp;amp; headed out for lunch at the Jusco food court. Did a little shopping here &amp;amp; there, mostly eye art as I like to call it, haha ;)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4olHD8AI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9Xnts1UKfbw/s1600-h/15847_202009836637_556626637_3526221_6847149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4olHD8AI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9Xnts1UKfbw/s400/15847_202009836637_556626637_3526221_6847149_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414022340604588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Fadi brought us to Jonker Walk. Pretty similar to Petaling Street in KL and the night market in Batu Ferringgi in Penang. It was nice, a lot of souvenir-like stuff. Nothing I was interested in buying. We were on a budget trip anyway, so only necessary stuff we'd buy. And yes eye art is necessary, so shut it :) I think Tasya took quite a lot of photos of Jonker, but I didn't want to flood this post with them. The photo above, we took next to Jonker. The Malacca river where they have cruises around town for tourists, which we didn't go on. But it was no doubt, a noteworthy view that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, there's the Eye On Malaysia at the background, situated near the  Menara Taming Sari, another modern Malacca tourist attraction. Modern, as in richer in the technology sense &amp;amp; costs more to go on. However, we decided to do it the traditional way, by feet &amp;amp; by car. Whoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4oOpO3NI/AAAAAAAABbI/fc7KG4BkGkA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4oOpO3NI/AAAAAAAABbI/fc7KG4BkGkA/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414022334573894866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at some floating restaurant that night, called Tom Yam Classic, I think. Food was great, I had Tom Yam soup kueh teow, which was unfortunately cold! The kitchen was like a mile a way from the customer tables area, I guess by the time they reached us, the ceiling fans the waiters had to pass under on their way had already chilled the soup. That sucked, BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevahh, we then went for a midnight movie &amp;amp; watched Couples Retreat. Starring Vince Vaughn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; , Jason Batemen, &amp;amp; Jon Favreau. I thought Vince &amp;amp; Jon were pretty hott in the film.  Yeah, they're not the typical forever-praised-for-their-looks type, but they can be attractive in so many ways&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; Vince rocks :) The movie's not much of an adventure nicely laid out storyline type, a lot of comedy though. That was entertaining enough. Movie ended, back to the apartment! We slept really late, almost 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4n45MZ1I/AAAAAAAABbA/zSginJ256Hk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4n45MZ1I/AAAAAAAABbA/zSginJ256Hk/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414022328735262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously woke up really late the next day, almost 1pm. Went out for the town tour. Basically, we parked at the Pahlawan Mall, and walked around town the whole day. They had 'Macarena' blasting out of the speakers at the mall, I can assure you, Zetty &amp;amp; Tasya were dancing their butts off in their own minds. HAHA. I know I was.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4ni4rl8I/AAAAAAAABa4/zABF_sB_raY/s1600-h/15847_202054811637_556626637_3526344_6917946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4ni4rl8I/AAAAAAAABa4/zABF_sB_raY/s400/15847_202054811637_556626637_3526344_6917946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414022322827532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the Malacca Museum. Didn't go in just yet. Headed straight to the Cendol stall across the road, coz Fadi wouldn't stop talking about how good it was. She was damn right. The cendol rocked our socks. Well, except for Zetty of course, she had ABC. Not a cendol fan, haha. But man, it was so relaxing, the view, the wind, the cendol. It was a short moment in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LnSZSUI/AAAAAAAABaw/psgtkSQs18s/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LnSZSUI/AAAAAAAABaw/psgtkSQs18s/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414021842972789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and speaking of Zetty, there was a group of her fans at the table next to us. Why, coz they thought she looked like Yuna, that sensational malay singer, whom I can't remember the name of her songs. I've heard her songs though, they're really good. It was really funny coz I had already noticed them starring at Zetty from when we first stepped foot in front of the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cendol, we checked out the line up of stalls in front of the museum. Loads of souvenirs, &amp;amp; again bumped into those Zetty fans. Found out that Tasya actually knew one of them, &amp;amp; that's when the whole Yuna thing went public. HAHAHA. Hilarious shizz man.&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LZw3pmI/AAAAAAAABao/rSiygmDh9f8/s1600-h/15847_202009911637_556626637_3526231_7841036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 413px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LZw3pmI/AAAAAAAABao/rSiygmDh9f8/s400/15847_202009911637_556626637_3526231_7841036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414021839342511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued walking. It was quite an exercise for us, which was a good thing of course. Burnt some FATS. Woohoo! Spent the rest of the day taking pictures here &amp;amp; there at various places &amp;amp; exhibits around town. This train photo is my favourite so far. See Zetty's sad face , me &amp;amp; Tasya's pose, so advert-like. Haha. It was like we had a fan blowing on set, look at Tasya's dress! Whoosh!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LEUpieI/AAAAAAAABag/fTKKM_lR0yg/s1600-h/15847_202009891637_556626637_3526229_1734041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4LEUpieI/AAAAAAAABag/fTKKM_lR0yg/s400/15847_202009891637_556626637_3526229_1734041_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414021833587001826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name of this place, HAHA. But there were a lot of bechas passing by along the road. All the bechas were decorated with flowers &amp;amp; lights. We noticed how they compete for customers through their choice of music which they blast out loud as heck on speakers. YES on the becha LOUD music. There was this one Pakcik who had Jay Sean's 'Down' playing, amazeballs! Rock on Pakcik! Some kept it traditional though, with Malaysian oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4K9gOixI/AAAAAAAABaY/YuTewUF7A8o/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4K9gOixI/AAAAAAAABaY/YuTewUF7A8o/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414021831756516114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship, which after years of visiting Malacca since I was child, I had only found out that day, that we have to pay to go in. HAHA. So photos we took, instead of checking out the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ5eUdRihI/AAAAAAAABbw/h6TOC_pbuaw/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ5eUdRihI/AAAAAAAABbw/h6TOC_pbuaw/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414023263847287314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Fadi brought us to have grilled fish! Again I can't remember the name of the place, haha sorry! I'll edit this as soon as I get in touch with Zetty or Tasya. Awesome place. They have a variety of grilled seafood restaurants lined up. Up to you in choosing which one you want to dine at. They have the seafood laid out on ice for us to choose. And the price goes by the kilograms. We had grilled stingray &amp;amp; flour-dipped squid with nasi lemak &amp;amp; salted fish kailan. HEAVEN. Tried coconut jelly for the first time that night. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the apartment that night, we had maggi for supper. Seriously, I can never get bored of a maggi conference. Fadi actually walked to the grocery store at 2am to get us some milk &amp;amp; Oreos. Stayed up almost the whole night talking about everything. Laughed heck of a LOT. Loved every second of it.&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4Kgomh1I/AAAAAAAABaQ/tFgdz7IJS5Y/s1600-h/15847_202060076637_556626637_3526361_1286608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ4Kgomh1I/AAAAAAAABaQ/tFgdz7IJS5Y/s400/15847_202060076637_556626637_3526361_1286608_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414021824007014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we all packed up &amp;amp; headed to Malacca Central. Had lunch there before we left.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave Fadi. Aww, so sad :( As short &amp;amp; nearby as the trip was, it is definitely a good start to our future travels together. Love my girls &amp;amp; looking forward to more of what we had in the Historical Town :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was tiring. LMAO. Extracts happy though.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-6263903329878610569?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6263903329878610569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6263903329878610569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6263903329878610569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6263903329878610569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-historical-town-fortified-bonds.html' title='How The Historical Town  Fortified Bonds'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SyJ5dlpMUyI/AAAAAAAABbg/uQ7WlHn2lVU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4359537789505849935</id><published>2009-12-09T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:12:48.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Endowment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got up this morning &amp;amp; felt like there was a huge rock stuck in my throat. I think I almost died when I first coughed. *Sobs* LOL, I suddenly thought of Ke$ha's song 'Tick Tock'  after writing that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy, grab my glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit this city.&lt;/span&gt; Right. Lets just forget about the flu for a while, as much as it is eating the heck out my soul.&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx9PWTy_pLI/AAAAAAAABZg/Iknqxnen8sg/s1600-h/5414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx9PWTy_pLI/AAAAAAAABZg/Iknqxnen8sg/s400/5414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413132521812501682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ouh, gold snicks :) She seems to digg the drunk look, like the chicks in Cobra Starship's 'Hot Mess', epic video. I love her messy hairdo though. Is the dude with the mullet in her video, Simon Rex? Just wondering, because he does have that resemblance. The mullet dude's a hotty, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually still waiting for the Malacca pics from Tasya &amp;amp; Zetty :) The trip was a blast. As short as it was, I loved every moment of it. Hoping to blog about it as soon as I get the pics. The actual reason for this post was to share a video from the dude whose voice always, ALWAYS makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoNdr0AbttI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoNdr0AbttI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Tsui &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Kurt Schneider.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love his version of Rarr rarr Ra-a-aah, Roma roma-ma-ma, Gaga-oohh-lala. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Played this video while we were watching The Biggest Loser Asia repeat in the living room. And everyone immediately turned to look out the window, because they thought someone was at the door. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both Sam &amp;amp; Kurt have recently been recognized by the media. They were on The Bonnie Hunt Show a few a months ago. The crowd loved them, no doubt. They're both childhood friends, and the only two guys from their high school who managed to get into Yale. Sam's actually part of The Duke's Man of Yale choir, just like Anoop's Clef Hangers. I personally prefer Clef Hangers though. They've got more soul ;) The thought of knowing about their videos before they're all famous &amp;amp; mentioned on TV, is pretty fulfilling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadsterz' finally back from Aussie &amp;amp; he got us dozens of chocolate bars. Weeee :D&lt;br /&gt;He told us about how supermarkets in Aussie actually make the effort of saving the earth by encouraging shoppers to bring their own bags for the stuff. If you don't have your own bag, you'll have to pay for the biodegradable plastics they have prepared. Impressive much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang flavoured m&amp;amp;ms :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-4359537789505849935?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4359537789505849935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4359537789505849935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4359537789505849935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4359537789505849935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/natural-endowment.html' title='Natural Endowment'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx9PWTy_pLI/AAAAAAAABZg/Iknqxnen8sg/s72-c/5414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8311080895737360630</id><published>2009-12-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:49:11.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roof Squared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Back from Malacca :) Right now, sick, sick &amp;amp; SICK. Today, random shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I met up with Sarah to work on our thesis at the faculty library as planned. However, from the beginning of last weekend's Malacca trip, I  caught a cold &amp;amp; been dealing with the flu ever since. Recently it got worst. Can't even breathe through my nose. Been using up a WHOLE LOT of tissues. The running would not stop!! :'( My eyes are constantly watery. Basically, my face looks like I'm high on crack. I can voice-over Sean Penn as a surfer dude, "Like whoaa, like duuude", and it'd totally work. My voice can sell records, maann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the library there's this special room that has a record of thesis papers by students of the faculty from previous years. The rule is that, we're not allowed to bring the materials out of the room, not even in the library itself. It has to be read solely in THAT room. While I was in there, my nose decided to go all hurricane katrina on me, &amp;amp; ran out of tissue. I got up to head to the restroom, without realizing this HUGE puddle of water in front of the exit door of the thesis room, I have no idea who the heck spilt it &amp;amp; AWESOMELY left it there. My first step forward turned into a high-speed slide &amp;amp; BAM! my butt hit the floor HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6jNrJ8LpI/AAAAAAAABYo/VcBO5vCGb9A/s1600-h/DSC015470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6jNrJ8LpI/AAAAAAAABYo/VcBO5vCGb9A/s400/DSC015470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412943257463959186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm always laughing at myself whenever I fall or slip, etc. Sara must've got the shock of her life, when she heard the HUGE impact of my butt to the floor. Like an earthquake. She was like, "OMG, Qila are you okay?!". All I could do was laugh &amp;amp; cry at the same time. I was just thankful that my pants weren't drenched, &amp;amp; no one saw the fall! I think there's a CCTV in the room, which is life rewarding, thanks a lot -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After campus, headed out with Tiqah &amp;amp; Farah to Amcorp Mall to check out something Mumzay told us about. We ended up having our own little vacation there &amp;amp; dined at Atap Atap, this Thai restaurant near Giant. It was my first time there, after hearing a lot about it from Farah who has practically made it her second home. WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kU311RjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/rgSE8lw0i1U/s1600-h/DSC015410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kU311RjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/rgSE8lw0i1U/s320/DSC015410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412944480639993394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kUeDF7QI/AAAAAAAABZI/hnFZq0Q3oh8/s1600-h/DSC015420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kUeDF7QI/AAAAAAAABZI/hnFZq0Q3oh8/s320/DSC015420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412944473716288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant definitely lives up to the talks about it being good &amp;amp; all. Tried the Beef Noodle Soup, which was dainty as heck. The picture says it all, it's what enticed me in the first place anyway ;)&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kUJVAf9I/AAAAAAAABZA/lw49jLD9ERo/s1600-h/DSC015400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kUJVAf9I/AAAAAAAABZA/lw49jLD9ERo/s320/DSC015400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412944468154286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kT4v7M-I/AAAAAAAABY4/w72lG00E1qs/s1600-h/DSC015440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6kT4v7M-I/AAAAAAAABY4/w72lG00E1qs/s320/DSC015440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412944463703782370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiqah &amp;amp; Farah had the Sambals. Cuttle fish &amp;amp; Ikan Kembung respectively. Looked mouth-watering, but with my nose situation, that'll have to be in my next order during my next dine there :) The weird thing about their Cendol was that, the bowl was barely stirrable due to the towering snow &amp;amp; the brown sugar was at the bottom of everything else. Minus points for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is this flu going to be with me? Any suggestions on how to tell it to leave me alone without hurting its feelings? HELP :'(&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8311080895737360630?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8311080895737360630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8311080895737360630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8311080895737360630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8311080895737360630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/roof-squared.html' title='Roof Squared'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sx6jNrJ8LpI/AAAAAAAABYo/VcBO5vCGb9A/s72-c/DSC015470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8494721665718659194</id><published>2009-12-03T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:18:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're already going to be hitting the road tomorrow &amp;amp; I haven't even packed yet! Was just reading Zetty's blog about our trip tomorrow, &amp;amp; I'm extremely excited about it. Although it may seem like the most micro-mini trip ever, but we have been planning this for weeks now. After all the conferences, haha. We're going to be staying at Fadi's place in Malacca. I seriously can't wait to hangout with the most awesome beings ever created :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of clothes to wash with the hopes of it drying up by tomorrow, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-8494721665718659194?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8494721665718659194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8494721665718659194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8494721665718659194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8494721665718659194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/excitement-overload.html' title='Excitement Overload'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3233516040704017754</id><published>2009-12-02T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:00:00.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Matahari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about 15 minutes till Earth's gift, what we live for, I can feed on :)&lt;br /&gt;And maybe approximately seconds after completing this post. Yup, fasting today. Hoping to replace the days that unavoidably turned to Mars during Ramadhan *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I haven't even the slightest, made the effort to step outside of these walls to check on the world today. The moment I woke up, the sun had been up for quite a while. Crushed I was, for not accompanying it on it's journey up. Fortunately, I WAS around when it was on its way down. Was with Reda watching a break dance documentary on Star Movies. One of the varieties of success from the perspective of others. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes left. Why in the world is there a countdown? Stop it Qila. Fasting today has been dry. Dry directly goes to my lips. And dry lips directly operates the hands that could not resist peeling. I think I murdered my lips today. And just found out that the menu tonight consists of a lot of SAMBAL. Youwch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute left. Sorry, couldn't resist the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-3233516040704017754?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3233516040704017754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3233516040704017754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3233516040704017754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3233516040704017754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-matahari.html' title='Sorry Matahari'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1495767573416513848</id><published>2009-12-01T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:01:26.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why this movie never came out in Malaysia. Pretty curious about the procedures they go through to preview all the movie selections and deciding which ones get the pass &amp;amp; reject. Stayed up really late last night, thinking I was going to watch 500 Days of Summer at first, but ended up watching My Sister's Keeper instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently family-based movies have been prone to draw the audience in. At least I'd like to think so. Or maybe it's just me, because the typical male-female "love", "relationship" based movies are just too common nowadays. Not that they're bad movies, I still enjoy them just as much.  It's just that people's love-conscience as I'd like to call it, needs a dose of new air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old, unrevived air is why people unfortunately have this mindset that their lives would suck if there's no guy or girl to be attached to, to share it with. LOL. Very sad. Why not, enjoy an on screen bond/romance, watch a bunch of other genres too, and just feel good about where you stand realizing there's waaaay more to life than just that :)  As galactically cliche as it it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxSqDym4yKI/AAAAAAAABXo/iIZhSH7oIys/s1600/3826531324_30922202c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxSqDym4yKI/AAAAAAAABXo/iIZhSH7oIys/s400/3826531324_30922202c4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410136034480015522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, My Sister's Keeper is about this family whose daughter, Kate was diagnosed with leukemia when she was about 5 years old. Having been told the thin chances of  finding a matching donor, they created an in-vitro baby, Anna having everything genetically matched with Kate. Meaning in the future when Kate will need blood, or bone-marrow, kidney, etc. they'll have Anna to directly get it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 11, Anna sues her parents for medical emancipation, as they found out that Kate needs a kidney transplant. And so the story basically goes back and forth showing the present, and how things happened in the past. I absolutely love this movie. I like how the movie portrays the thoughts on the family's life &amp;amp;  situation from the point of view of each family member. How Anna battles the thought of saving her sister &amp;amp; wanting a normal life. How Kate feels bad that the parents' attention has been so focused to her, leaving out her other sibling who's dyslexic.&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxSqDScNCyI/AAAAAAAABXg/mmQEXQEsIpY/s1600/Sisterskeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxSqDScNCyI/AAAAAAAABXg/mmQEXQEsIpY/s400/Sisterskeeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410136025845271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on the book written by author, Jodi Picoult. I've never really read any of her books. But now that I've at least seen something that's a product of her work, I'd definitely be considering her books when I shop for my next stack :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good watch.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-1495767573416513848?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1495767573416513848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1495767573416513848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1495767573416513848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1495767573416513848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxSqDym4yKI/AAAAAAAABXo/iIZhSH7oIys/s72-c/3826531324_30922202c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5367485675032480924</id><published>2009-12-01T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:17:57.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush-worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  About a month ago I kept seeing this name, "Justin Bieber" all over the Internet. People were mentioning him in their Facebook statuses, becoming his fan, joining his group, tweeting about him. I was dead curious &amp;amp; wondering, who the heck is this Bieber dude? Off I went to do some investigation :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Turns out, he's a 15 year old You Tube sensation, which I've apparently never heard of who got signed to Usher's record label. Amazing vocals, and is now a HUGE hit in the states. I checked out the music video of his first single, "One Time" and OMG he is  effin' adorable! I know I've mentioned this on Twitter weeks ago, but I seriously can't get over it. He is just too cute, I could get arrested if I EVER got anywhere near him, LMFAO.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was watching his interview on Ellen a while ago and just felt the need to blog about him, haha. Browsed around his You Tube videos a little, and saw his new video, "One Less Lonely Girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BeN3RoP-1xQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BeN3RoP-1xQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Awwwwwwh :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The funny thing is, his leading girl would always look waaay older than him in his videos. The ending during the slow dance, way too LOLable. I've actually heard "One Time" quite a few times on the radio, before I knew his name. It never crossed my mind that the singer was actually a guy, because he's got that soft high pitched un-cracked voice. The dude's only 15, so yeah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm off to go watch 500 Days Of Summer. Yeah, I'm a little left behind. Catching up :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I shall be expecting a Justin Bieber in my colourful wrapper in February, then?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-5367485675032480924?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5367485675032480924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5367485675032480924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5367485675032480924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5367485675032480924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/12/crush-worthy.html' title='Crush-worthy'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4566719303386904311</id><published>2009-11-30T18:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:42:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Was suppose to track down the Sherlock Holmes image in a particular blog and post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;Took me quite a while to figure out the right blog, haha. But tadaaa, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find it after all &amp;amp; am very stoked about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxOeKy9CusI/AAAAAAAABXU/RAX6yoHEOCg/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409841485715782338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxOeKy9CusI/AAAAAAAABXU/RAX6yoHEOCg/s400/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes will be in Malaysian cinemas this Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;Staring Robert Downey Jr., Jude Law &amp;amp; Rachel McAdams. Pretty incredible ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdO1YpVSTWs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdO1YpVSTWs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes of getting something good out of this :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-4566719303386904311?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4566719303386904311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4566719303386904311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4566719303386904311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4566719303386904311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxOeKy9CusI/AAAAAAAABXU/RAX6yoHEOCg/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2849692290060149809</id><published>2009-11-29T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:59:25.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrupt, Extreme Changes In Circumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has been like a roller coaster ride, emotional-wise. Had Singaporean relatives at the house. Preparation was fun, everyone helped with the cooking &amp;amp; setting the table. We got chocolates from Chocolate!! Man, it has been a WHILE. Reminds me of the frappe I've been missing out on, Tasya's froppa, haha. Anyone who is Jay of Tamarama who gives me a frappe, I'd marry :) Yes, to saying that is incorrect. Confused much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxKZIbgmxAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kDPdFrOBUNY/s1600/article-1231693-0764143C000005DC-272_468x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxKZIbgmxAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kDPdFrOBUNY/s400/article-1231693-0764143C000005DC-272_468x320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554472527905794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heidi Klum with her kids and new born baby Lou! If this is not cute, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into my bedroom this afternoon &amp;amp; heard Enrique Iglesias's voice blasting through the speakers of my laptop. Afi was downloading a bunch of Enrique songs for her iPod. She started playing a whole playlist of his songs that afternoon. I almost forgot how good his songs are. And realized that he actually sounds a little like Adam Lambert. Only their genre of music differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique used to be among the favourites in my school days playlist. Well, I'm sure I'm not the only one. He used to be a hit back in the days. His songs now are pretty good too, somehow kinda unnoticeable. I guess with the emergence of all the new young music acts, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites from him :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJvMdpKMqfU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJvMdpKMqfU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Turn Off The Lights. Amazing :) And he still had the mole back then, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the ups &amp;amp; downs of today's emotions, I don't think I should elaborate much. Just that I went from happy, excited to major PMS when I wasn't even PMSin for real. Unfortunately let it out on every single person who ticked me off in the slightest way. Sorry :(  Something to do with how the definition &amp;amp; everything else that the word SIBLING stands for can mean absolutely nothing when desperation of money is involved.  I abhor people like that to the crest. It is sad &amp;amp; pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to easily put myself in a person's situation, and totally feel for them. Afi's told me before that, that's the reason why I easily cry when I watch movies or Oprah, etc. Haha. Maybe. I get really emotional, especially when it involves people close to me. But seriously, I just wish I could get these heartless ones to open their eyes &amp;amp; realize. I guess only God can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how I mashed up two totally different emotions in this one post.&lt;br /&gt;The title speaks for itself. It's been fun, but heavily sarcasm-fied. You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-2849692290060149809?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2849692290060149809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2849692290060149809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2849692290060149809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2849692290060149809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/11/abrupt-extreme-changes-in-circumstance.html' title='Abrupt, Extreme Changes In Circumstance'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxKZIbgmxAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kDPdFrOBUNY/s72-c/article-1231693-0764143C000005DC-272_468x320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8290892865666163566</id><published>2009-11-29T18:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:05:18.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Twitter prior to this post, a certain Zetty suggested that I should blog about this. Haha, yeah a "certain" Zetty. So here you go, totally dedicated to you, babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As much as I actively tweet, I don't really have that many followers. I don't really mind though, coz I'm more into following then be followed? LOL. I like replying to people who'd rarely respond just for the fun of it. Anyway, straight to the point, about a week ago, a few new followers appeared in my list. Among them were Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer Pratt! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJtK4ZNCtI/AAAAAAAABW8/pLZ61F8YLgw/s1600/1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJtK4ZNCtI/AAAAAAAABW8/pLZ61F8YLgw/s320/1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409506136129604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spencer &amp;amp; Heidi. Speidi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing a lot of tweeters do, where they follow hundreds &amp;amp; thousands of randoms just so they'd follow them back. Absurd, why would you want to read random stranger tweets? That's basically where quarter of my followers come from anyway. And I think that's exactly what Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer are doing, because to think of it, they did write the book, "How To Be Famous". Ha! Whatever it is, I'm still psyched about it :) As crazy as they are, they're the only reason I watch The Hills now, ever since Lauren left the show. The rest, pure junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJtLH_fxMI/AAAAAAAABXE/2GLWRujOHdc/s1600/Speidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJtLH_fxMI/AAAAAAAABXE/2GLWRujOHdc/s320/Speidi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409506140316746946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Yay! Haha, the blue check indicates that the person has been verified to be real. That is a definite plus! Reality is, them following me does not affect my life in any way,  but the tought of it is fun, haha. And if you notice the name AdamTam there, he's a You Tuber from Sabah, currently living in Australia. Studying there to be exact. Check out his You Tube account : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/adamtambk"&gt;Adamtambk&lt;/a&gt; He's got a really great voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJOc4dBDQI/AAAAAAAABWk/0rkzGhcwDls/s1600/spence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJOc4dBDQI/AAAAAAAABWk/0rkzGhcwDls/s400/spence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472360522779906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             To think that he gets thousands of replies &amp;amp; mentions a day, getting a one word reply from him definitely made my day. Little things, ya know ;)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJOcaHgoOI/AAAAAAAABWc/eVlfVtTGDP0/s1600/izam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJOcaHgoOI/AAAAAAAABWc/eVlfVtTGDP0/s400/izam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472352379511010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While still on the topic of numerous mention &amp;amp; reply getters, I just found out that Ahmad Izham Omar is an Assuntarian. Haha. One day he tweeted about him being a proud Assuntarian, which seemed like a joke or had some kinda hidden meaning to it. Someone replied, "You were born in Assunta Hospital" and he said "No, I REALLY studied there". Finally, I guessed Assunta Kindergarten because that's the only way a guy could have STUDIED in Assunta. Then, whoosh! He retweeted me, correct, haha. Bangga siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of unexpected replies recently. I even had a short tweet chat with Nadia of Fly fm about Twilight &amp;amp; 7th Heaven,  which was friggin hilarious. So there you have it Zetty love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8290892865666163566?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8290892865666163566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8290892865666163566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8290892865666163566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8290892865666163566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweet.html' title='Tweet &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SxJtK4ZNCtI/AAAAAAAABW8/pLZ61F8YLgw/s72-c/1292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8256480539397933612</id><published>2009-11-27T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:04:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, foreverness of dead silence on here has come to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sw_mDUfoOoI/AAAAAAAABWU/h_dJlZqSz1I/s1600/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sw_mDUfoOoI/AAAAAAAABWU/h_dJlZqSz1I/s400/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408794622210620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yum. Delicious or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, due to some unavoidable important stuff I had to attend to, this blog needed a time-out. Which lasted for a whole 2 months, wow. Haha, it's okay. I'm finally on my 1 month semester break, hopefully I'll be able to update as frequent as possible. But if you haven't noticed, despite my blog time-out I've been actively tweeting. Coz why not right? It's short, fast &amp;amp; it occupies me when I'm in my stress-freak mode ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put my twitter updates in the sidebar, just in case anyone visits for updates, they can just read 'em off my tweets. Not that my tweets are THAT update-ish. But at least a piece of my mind is still being put out there, be it a word or two or crap. If you have Twitter, follow if you want &amp;amp; let me know so I can check out yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and, some have been asking, "Why have you disappeared from Facebook?". I here by announce that I have officially deactivated my Facebook account. Haha, yeah. Just thought of broadening my horizon &amp;amp; discover other things I'd turn to instead of Facebook. Coz hell, I was too attached to it. Boredom led to trying out the games &amp;amp; BAM! Addiction. But of course that's not the only reason. I just came to realize its unworthiness, coz I can keep in touch with people through many other ways. That's just my opinion though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's that. The photo's from a just-girls-barbecue I had with my coursemates, at my place.&lt;br /&gt;  Loads of fun. Food you live for. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8256480539397933612?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8256480539397933612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8256480539397933612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8256480539397933612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8256480539397933612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/11/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m Home!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sw_mDUfoOoI/AAAAAAAABWU/h_dJlZqSz1I/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8638937200825337833</id><published>2009-09-19T05:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:47:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Steamboat Hotty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is currently 5.55am as I'm typing this. Last day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;, I somehow got the urge to stay up so late. As a matter of fact I don't think I'll be sleeping at all. I just made like, one mug of black coffee a few hours ago, and now I'm up &amp;amp; wide awake. I guess my mind's all set for the 'LONG'  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; holiday, plus knowing that I've got tonnes of work to do, it decided to do something out of the ordinary. Rebel a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;, in a not-so-good-not-so-bad way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually still awake, trying to catch up on all the new series I've downloaded.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Vampire Diaries, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Melrose&lt;/span&gt; Place, Gossip Girl, True Blood, 90210, One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;, etc. A lot right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, but not all tonight of course. Saving some for the nights in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; where I won't be able to get any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection to do my assignments. We'll be leaving home to head there in about 5 hours time. And shop at our last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; Bazaar day by the beach, our new family tradition for 3 years now :) Excited!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQBqkpph7I/AAAAAAAABVs/jQq5WuVfLvk/s1600-h/kristinclique1jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQBqkpph7I/AAAAAAAABVs/jQq5WuVfLvk/s400/kristinclique1jb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382929285519083442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cast photos for The Hills are out, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; look at Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; Bobby! Why in the world does he have to look like that?! Like so bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;?! Hate that dude! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. He's all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; stuff, but the attitude's a big NO-NO.  And yeah, there's Kristin next to him, nothing interesting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blehh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait for the new season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to blog about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;puasas&lt;/span&gt; I've had this month, as they were filled with awesomeness. But you know how your mind's dependent on your mood, and your mood's dependent on time. And ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, time flies. Despite the exciting memories compiled from those outings, in time, you tend to grow out of it. Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Qila&lt;/span&gt;, blame TIME! Time is the enemy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;, lets not stress on the past. Focus on the present &amp;amp; prepare to face the future ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Oouhh&lt;/span&gt; that sounded smart. No offense to the other eat-out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bukas&lt;/span&gt;, but this one was by far the BEST I had. Any outing or second spent with these two are vital. These two combine, make my 'other half', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTi1XMfbI/AAAAAAAABWM/Erig5Sf6jaY/s1600-h/8824_138365741637_556626637_3001996_6607208_n0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTi1XMfbI/AAAAAAAABWM/Erig5Sf6jaY/s400/8824_138365741637_556626637_3001996_6607208_n0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948943775432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had steamboat at some steamboat shop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ikano&lt;/span&gt;. I can't remember the name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But YES, I finally managed to please my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt; crave. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Zetty&lt;/span&gt; suggested one of the best places for it. If you like steamboat, you should really try the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ikano&lt;/span&gt;. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTiYxCZkI/AAAAAAAABWE/huM9-9djHxs/s1600-h/8824_138365771637_556626637_3001999_5899949_n0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTiYxCZkI/AAAAAAAABWE/huM9-9djHxs/s400/8824_138365771637_556626637_3001999_5899949_n0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948936099194434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each person gets their own mini stove to cook your own ingredients. You can either order by the set, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tasya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I did in the photo, which cost like less than RM20 per set. One set was more than enough for me, for MY belly size. So it should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; more than enough for you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Serious! If you don't like certain things in the set, you can always order  specifics like the little plates you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With them there &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;delectables&lt;/span&gt;, that night was just great. The only thing that bugged us was that we were placed right in front of the shop. So, we were practically like the shop's exhibits for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;passerby&lt;/span&gt;s to see. And there were people who didn't make reservations who were willing to just wait there for a seat to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;magically&lt;/span&gt; pop up empty. And while waiting, they just stared at us eating. Comfortable as ever. I should hire people to stare at me eat EVERY night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQThyK6AUI/AAAAAAAABV8/K2gqQ_keif4/s1600-h/8824_138365876637_556626637_3002014_2445804_n0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQThyK6AUI/AAAAAAAABV8/K2gqQ_keif4/s400/8824_138365876637_556626637_3002014_2445804_n0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948925738713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on, we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; made ourselves at home :)&lt;br /&gt;We snapped a bunch of pictures, but yeah is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTht7CIzI/AAAAAAAABV0/RFtVfORIAEk/s1600-h/8824_138365866637_556626637_3002013_7407437_n0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQTht7CIzI/AAAAAAAABV0/RFtVfORIAEk/s400/8824_138365866637_556626637_3002013_7407437_n0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948924598395698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the price tags! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, it's almost 8am. I seriously need to get my forty winks before I start helping my mom out with the luggage &amp;amp; stuff. And, and I didn't even watch any of the series I mentioned yet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, passion for blogging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;! Hug the family for me, will yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8638937200825337833?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8638937200825337833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8638937200825337833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8638937200825337833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8638937200825337833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/justin-steamboat-hotty.html' title='Justin Steamboat Hotty'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SrQBqkpph7I/AAAAAAAABVs/jQq5WuVfLvk/s72-c/kristinclique1jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1641206766686883586</id><published>2009-09-18T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:03:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Wishes 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/245jf269re4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/245jf269re4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah, I was plucking out the cili apis for the rendang. Whoots!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Was in the kitchen, helping out while waiting for buka =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Decided to get my tudung &amp;amp; cardi to make a simple raya vid. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Was still in my shorts though, haha :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hope you all have a blastful raya!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-1641206766686883586?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1641206766686883586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1641206766686883586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1641206766686883586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1641206766686883586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-wishes-2009.html' title='Raya Wishes 2009'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7783258709419420981</id><published>2009-09-10T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:18:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Morpheus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to thank you for the weird but adventurous dreams you've painted for me. They definitely fertilized my baby plants of creativity. I am writing to you today as I am in a particular area on earth receiving pedagogics from this particular being who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;portrays&lt;/span&gt; a know-it-all attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confidence is a great quality but it has its limits. And when you go beyond the borders of it, you come across as annoying &amp;amp; obnoxious. Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Qilla&lt;/span&gt; 8/09/09-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             Okay, so I was bored. I get bored having to listen to people forcing their attempts of improving the world on people when it obviously just shoots down their self-esteem. I know the motives to it are good &amp;amp; all, but the approach doesn't seem right. Yeah, who am I to judge right, but you can't help it when it's SO apparent. So, you want a person to be an independent thinker, to know how to explain things even though they don't know much about it. You don't mock their flaws &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of a crowd. It would seem like a good reality check for them, yes. But haven't you lived long enough to know how the human brain receives &amp;amp; analyzes words?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember why Morpheus was the one I decided to write to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Must've&lt;/span&gt; wanted to express stuff about my recent dreams. Been having really weird ones these past few days. I woke this morning all grumpy &amp;amp; sad. Funny thing was, that my dream was about chocolate. It was kind of a blur, but I remember that I brought to class a whole bunch of chocolate bars called 99 Queens. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, does it even exist? Can't remember who exactly I was bringing it for. But everyone was suddenly extra nice to me. This random girl gave me a big packet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cadburry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chocettes&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; I was like "Thanks but, why?". This guy I don't even know beside me leaned in &amp;amp; whispered, "Hello, you've got the 99 Queens". I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; had like really expensive chocolate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream went on for quite a while, had weird robbery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rescues&lt;/span&gt; in between, really odd conversations, etc. that I actually had the time to go for my lab session. Left my bag outside. And when I got back to it, all the bars were gone. It's just a dream, yeah but I cried like shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up in tears man! Who knew, how big of an impact losing expensive chocolate would be for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Retard. And I read my sleeping prayers okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sqjf9IPFhXI/AAAAAAAABVk/UoY8PbzsS4M/s1600-h/40_6587383888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sqjf9IPFhXI/AAAAAAAABVk/UoY8PbzsS4M/s400/40_6587383888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379795996169831794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANYWAY, finally watched Up on Tuesday. Sara wanted to watch it so much, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MidV&lt;/span&gt; after class with Pia. Such a touching movie, &amp;amp; the characters are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' cute. Especially the little boy scout, Russel! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; chubby Asian kid. I'd like to have one, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt; event with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;course mates&lt;/span&gt; last night. We all woke up with a hangover this morning. It's not like we drank last night, lol.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll post the pictures when I get them from the others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-7783258709419420981?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7783258709419420981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7783258709419420981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7783258709419420981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7783258709419420981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/99-queens.html' title='99 Queens'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sqjf9IPFhXI/AAAAAAAABVk/UoY8PbzsS4M/s72-c/40_6587383888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8046853740388099317</id><published>2009-09-03T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:59:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert For Buka Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be a more indulging desert than fresh hot brownies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt; was having a sweet tooth alert a few days ago, &amp;amp; brownies was what she was craving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fzQJYX8I/AAAAAAAABVU/UamqdwmkBwk/s1600-h/DSC013640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fzQJYX8I/AAAAAAAABVU/UamqdwmkBwk/s400/DSC013640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910707983409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easiest way to bake without having to deal with all the measurement fuss, brownie in a box ;)&lt;br /&gt;You know those ready-mixed cakes, cookies, pancakes, etc. you usually see on the racks in the cake section in supermarkets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, that one. Just a break an egg or two &amp;amp; add some water. That's all it takes. They're delicious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fy9WXomI/AAAAAAAABVM/NZb7-55Uae4/s1600-h/DSC013650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fy9WXomI/AAAAAAAABVM/NZb7-55Uae4/s400/DSC013650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910702937612898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no wrong in baking the easy way. Some people say, it's better to make them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;They say, "At least the effort is there". Agreed, but saving some time &amp;amp; energy won't hurt, would it? It's all good &amp;amp; it only costs RM12 a box. For a WHOLE brownie. Instead of the RM80 Secret Recipe whole brownie. See! :P&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fysxyvrI/AAAAAAAABVE/uQ6WaGUNPk0/s1600-h/DSC013660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fysxyvrI/AAAAAAAABVE/uQ6WaGUNPk0/s400/DSC013660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910698489233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to spice things up, melt some ice cream on those hot brownies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;, if you're reading this before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;, honestly didn't mean to tempt you!&lt;br /&gt;Just contributing ideas for an exciting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-8046853740388099317?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8046853740388099317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8046853740388099317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8046853740388099317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8046853740388099317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/desert-for-buka-anyone.html' title='Desert For Buka Anyone?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp6fzQJYX8I/AAAAAAAABVU/UamqdwmkBwk/s72-c/DSC013640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5447317570577673601</id><published>2009-09-02T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:50:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to skip my guitar class yesterday evening to avoid the daily after-work traffic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; you know how crazy that can be sometimes. Even so, the traffic was still pretty slow on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; just in time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;. Just as we entered Burger King, the sounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;azan&lt;/span&gt; was already playing on the speakers of the mall. Thank God it was a weekday, so there weren't that many people there, &amp;amp; getting seats wasn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5u8w9vXwI/AAAAAAAABUs/2cI4RQgIxT8/s1600-h/DSC013770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5u8w9vXwI/AAAAAAAABUs/2cI4RQgIxT8/s400/DSC013770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376856995342016258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, we headed straight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cineplex&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; queued up for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;This time we got mini-poster tickets! I was definitely happy about that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; last time during the Orphan premiere we only got those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Photostatted&lt;/span&gt; ones. SO this one's a plus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5u8RxtyWI/AAAAAAAABUk/i4FPAe1cT48/s1600-h/DSC01398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5u8RxtyWI/AAAAAAAABUk/i4FPAe1cT48/s400/DSC01398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376856986970081634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; yes, &amp;amp; we got I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt; badges &amp;amp; a FD postcard. How cute :) If I were to giveaway I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Qillz&lt;/span&gt; t-shirts, would you wear it?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, totally kidding man. Random thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got the tickets &amp;amp; there was still time to linger around before the movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; forced me to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Foosball&lt;/span&gt; with him. He knew I wasn't good at it, so as expected the score was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; 9-0 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Qila&lt;/span&gt;. I tried my best okay!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; scored, he'd jokingly mock me. It was torture. So thankful that no one stopped to watch us play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; usually when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; plays or is challenged by someone, a LOT of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;people would&lt;/span&gt; gather around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Phewh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5wMsDtoKI/AAAAAAAABU8/Z0HJe3ybiv4/s1600-h/DF-03671rv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5wMsDtoKI/AAAAAAAABU8/Z0HJe3ybiv4/s400/DF-03671rv3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858368414425250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie overall was just okay.  I don't think I saw much of a difference in this Final Destination movie compared to the previous three. It's pretty much the same thing.  Very sanguinary &amp;amp; bloodshed. Lots of intestines flying around, bone cracking &amp;amp; breaking, etc. A little comedy here &amp;amp; there.  And as expected from all Final Destination movies, EVERYONE dies, no matter how well they re-think &amp;amp; re-calculate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen the other three, you would most probably be expecting something totally different, some kind of evolution to the movie. But in the end, you'd still end up coming out of the cinema saying, "Thought so".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5wMPy_8ZI/AAAAAAAABU0/-gnyV09JFjQ/s1600-h/DF-05068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5wMPy_8ZI/AAAAAAAABU0/-gnyV09JFjQ/s400/DF-05068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858360828129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the only slight difference to it, one that you can see that the producers were making an effort to add some excitement, is the 3D effect. Even though the movie wasn't all that, the 3D kinda adds to the enthralment that would make you go "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Whoaa&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;aiiight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I recommend it? H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;mmn&lt;/span&gt;. It actually depends on how much of a Final Destination fan you are. If you're the type who never misses any of the FD movies, it should be kinda exciting to compare. For the first-timers, if there's nothing else good to watch, it should be a nice last resort. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, it's not THAT bad, just predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't have much time to go to the cinemas, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you've got anything to lose watching it on the small screen :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Reda for being my date! Muahhx.&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5447317570577673601?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5447317570577673601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5447317570577673601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5447317570577673601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5447317570577673601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-destination-premiere.html' title='Final Destination Premiere'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp5u8w9vXwI/AAAAAAAABUs/2cI4RQgIxT8/s72-c/DSC013770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5524853086684828845</id><published>2009-09-02T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:01:43.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Collab Vids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought last year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; video marked some sort of a tradition for me, that we'd do it every year. Apparently, not. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. Most of my siblings weren't home for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; weekend. And besides that, I was too caught up with assignments anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt;! my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;webcam's&lt;/span&gt; busted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have a new song in mind for any future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; videos ;)&lt;br /&gt;I like taking new originals made by locals. There's this  one new one that's pretty  awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what it's called, but when I do I'll let you know ;) So, for the fun of it, lets reminisce last years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; video shall we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1WMxkxG1ss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1WMxkxG1ss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ones who's seeing this video for the first time, I actually made this last year with my sisters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, the audio was totally out of sync with the lip movement, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; was a little bonkers at the time. It was an unplanned video, all so random that out of nowhere we got papers &amp;amp; markers to prop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Good times! I wonder when I'll get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;collab&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;siblerz&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;collabs&lt;/span&gt;, lets just make this a reminisce of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;collab&lt;/span&gt; videos. It's been a while since I made a You Tube &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt;.I think it's gonna take quite a while for me to be able to do it again. People seem to like it when my siblings are in my videos. Most of the views I've been getting are for their appearances. Ha! Good thing though. But you never know, I might just manage to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;teeny&lt;/span&gt; bit time to work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sumthing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; we HAVE been discussing some ideas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01SkG3QiGrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01SkG3QiGrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through my videos a couple of days ago, &amp;amp; on one of the videos I saw that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; Dance video is a 'Featured Video' under related videos. I thought it was normal, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; videos were like that too, but when I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Helmi&lt;/span&gt;, he didn't think so. I guess that's a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp4V_6tMn3I/AAAAAAAABUc/fewslbleYcU/s1600-h/video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp4V_6tMn3I/AAAAAAAABUc/fewslbleYcU/s400/video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376759192961720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Eventhough&lt;/span&gt; it's not exactly a wide open kinda featuring,&lt;br /&gt;but it's considered acknowledged. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on my day off. More thesis research to do.Hoorayness, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;And yeahh, last night was the Final Destination premiere, will post on that soon!&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5524853086684828845?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5524853086684828845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5524853086684828845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5524853086684828845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5524853086684828845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing-collab-vids.html' title='Reminiscing Collab Vids'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sp4V_6tMn3I/AAAAAAAABUc/fewslbleYcU/s72-c/video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8883603659944354431</id><published>2009-08-29T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:10:59.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 31 : Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my final Rock The Posts post!!!&lt;br /&gt;31 days, 1 whole month.  Well, I may have not posted exactly every single day, but&lt;br /&gt;I managed to post a whole month's post within the time I've set. Happiness is in the air :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried about not sticking to the rules &amp;amp; time limit I've set myself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially having this last day to post the 7 posts accumulated from the days I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unposted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually made notes arranging what I wanted to talk about in which post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SplMTGtVngI/AAAAAAAABUM/l-IkiDD4IJE/s1600-h/DSC013370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SplMTGtVngI/AAAAAAAABUM/l-IkiDD4IJE/s400/DSC013370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411521345396226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wanted to make sure I posted all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt; posts on time. With today being the last day, I tried my best to complete all 7. I even brought my laptop to the kitchen &amp;amp; blogged while frying the fishes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;THAT's&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;comitted&lt;/span&gt; I am to my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never thought I would've been able to do it. Was definitely a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; with the amount of stuff I have to do this semester, daily schedules are pretty tight. Not the classes, but the constant work I have to keep doing. Researching at all times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Side works&lt;/span&gt; to complete, etc. I had to take up my breaks in between to blog. But of course, as cliche as it is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anything is&lt;/span&gt; possible, with a little sacrifice of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be posting more after this? Of course, this is so not the end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I feel like I'm giving some farewell speech. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naahh&lt;/span&gt;, just happy to have accomplished my first ever blog project!! How cool is that? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heee&lt;/span&gt;. I'll still be posting, but maybe not as frequent as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe alternate days, or twice a week. We'll see. Thanks loads to the people who actually read my posts, I truly appreciate it. I know there aren't that many, but still thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Coolios&lt;/span&gt; , you rock! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://passionatesoull.blogspot.com"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt;, who's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the whole month with me on her blog. Love ya babe!!&lt;br /&gt;I hereby announce the Rock The Posts project, CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-8883603659944354431?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8883603659944354431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8883603659944354431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8883603659944354431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8883603659944354431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-31-accomplished.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 31 : Accomplished!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SplMTGtVngI/AAAAAAAABUM/l-IkiDD4IJE/s72-c/DSC013370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8962431447120416078</id><published>2009-08-29T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:23:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 30 : Wedding That Rocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought of sharing this really cool video. It's actually a pretty old one.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen showed it on her show a few months back, I think. And it's been talked about in various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows in the states. A video of this really unique wedding, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; awesome. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it on Ellen's show before, and already forgot about it. Somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt; was suddenly watching it again just now. She told me that the bride is actually a dancer &amp;amp; she wanted a dance themed wedding. So instead of the usual 'Here Comes The Bride' slow walk, they rocked the floors to Chris Brown's Forever. Cool much? The video became such a hit. 20 million views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, this group of dancers came up with this idea of a parody to the couple's wedding video. Instead of a wedding entrance, they made a video of the couple's Divorce entrance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. No harm intended though. It was just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbr2ao86ww0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbr2ao86ww0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guards part is hilarious! And I love the slow-mo :)&lt;br /&gt;So gonna do something like this for my wedding! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;naah&lt;/span&gt;. MY wedding's the last thing to think about right now. That's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;! Hope you enjoyed the videos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-8962431447120416078?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8962431447120416078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8962431447120416078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8962431447120416078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8962431447120416078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-30-wedding-that-rocked.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 30 : Wedding That Rocked'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6579905833218865366</id><published>2009-08-29T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:56:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 29 : Sahurs &amp; Bukas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 8 days since we started fasting &amp;amp; I'm glad I'm still able to wake up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;. Usually, after a few days, I'm already sleeping in. Too lazy to wake up. Well, actually I did sleep in, twice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehehh&lt;/span&gt;, but that's only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I stayed up till it was already time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;, around 4 a.m. ate &amp;amp; slept. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sahur's&lt;/span&gt; actually really fun when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; a lot of people up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I'm always with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Farah. Me &amp;amp; Farah will usually set the alarm, and when it goes off, we'll get up and go knocking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Reda's&lt;/span&gt; door &amp;amp; he'll join the party ;)  Mom's usually already up at the time, making coffee &amp;amp; heating up the food. First couple of days are the typical 'extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;' days where we'll eat rice for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;. Third day in, bread or oats it is! We've developed this routine of preparing our food, &amp;amp; heading straight to the living room to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; while we eat. There's usually nothing much to watch early in the morning. So we resorted to watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bolos&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kelab&lt;/span&gt; Pop on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt; every morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lame as the shows are, they're pretty entertaining to watch. They're the kind of shows you'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to admit you like, but secretly enjoy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda like a guilty pleasure.Like for Americans, I heard that a lot of them consider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt; Musical to be their guilty pleasure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spk-f28mS2I/AAAAAAAABUE/Z2h0laHusro/s1600-h/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spk-f28mS2I/AAAAAAAABUE/Z2h0laHusro/s400/100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396347289946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently looking for a nice steamboat place to break fast with the babes of Malaya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm suddenly having this crave for steamboat. Thought of reserving a table at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kelana&lt;/span&gt; Seafood. Little did I know, the place has already been closed down. Dang it. I really liked that place. Still on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I've got a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; meets to look forward to. Babes, class gathering, a maybe You Tube gathering, junior buddy meet. My junior buddy wants to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; with our line of buddies. Meaning me, her, her junior &amp;amp; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;junior's&lt;/span&gt; junior, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. And I'll be like the great granny there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Uihh&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure if I'll be able to attend all of them. Kinda broke. But we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-6579905833218865366?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6579905833218865366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6579905833218865366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6579905833218865366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6579905833218865366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-29-sahurs-bukas.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 29 : Sahurs &amp; Bukas'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spk-f28mS2I/AAAAAAAABUE/Z2h0laHusro/s72-c/100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1263620206440493176</id><published>2009-08-29T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:01:46.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 28 : Current Music Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm kinda out-dated on this one, Owl City ♥&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who the heck downloaded an Owl City song on my laptop the other day. I didn't know who or what Owl City was, a movie? a song? Wasn't able to play the song, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the file was corrupted. Saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; status message on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; saying, "Owl City Rocks!".Who in the world is this Owl City?? Days later, saw this really cool music video on MTV, and the song's pretty rad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFsFZitlM7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFsFZitlM7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the credits came out at the end, Fireflies by Owl City. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoots&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to embed the real music video, but embedding's disabled. Darn it. But take a listen to their latest song. Another one from Owl City I like is called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0-NupHfvgI"&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/a&gt;. Yummy title &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eyh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so addicted to their songs right now, I could play them on repeat all day. Their music's a combination of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mika's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; creativity plus the sounds of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &amp;amp; soul of The Script&lt;/span&gt;. All three that I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt;. The songs are relaxing, drifts you away from reality for awhile. Owl City DOES Rock! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of music. Have you guys heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus' new song, Party In The USA? Like it? Yes? No? I am totally digging it :) She hasn't done a music video for it yet, but she twittered this video made by a bunch of guys using her song. Very cool, but so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ezfk7s1NyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ezfk7s1NyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part's the one in the pool, when they popped out of the water one by one and carried the dude towards the camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;. They're so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; funny. I've read a lot of websites saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Miley's&lt;/span&gt; music has evolved from her generic teen pop music, that she's gaining a little more respect from critics. She's got this new song called When I Look At You. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbnmMYuwR3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbnmMYuwR3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's got an amazing voice, &amp;amp; is now definitely going the into right direction with her music. My siblings &amp;amp; I are huge (not really la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; supporters. I don't really like to say much on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Facebook's&lt;/span&gt; "What's on your mind?", like to keep it low. Maybe once in awhile, for crap's sake. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tiqah's&lt;/span&gt; always all-out, that every time she mentions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; her friends will be commenting back saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Euw&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;whatnot&lt;/span&gt;. So lame. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever it is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tiqah's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; power debater. She'll debate em till the end, be it 30 or 40 comments. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously couldn't care less. Debating 'kids' are so not worth my time :P&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-1263620206440493176?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1263620206440493176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1263620206440493176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1263620206440493176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1263620206440493176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-28-current-music.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 28 : Current Music Addictions'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4963667805650193774</id><published>2009-08-29T18:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:22:45.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 27 : Attention Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a pretty short attention span, like a lot of people, I guess?  NOT proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I'm studying, doing my homework, researching or even thinking of something, I'd stop every few minutes. Turn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, You Tube or my blog ( as lame as it seems, I like re-reading my own posts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ngehehh&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and Twitter! My new mate :) It's shitty when you can't get your work done because of it, but it somehow still has that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;umpphh&lt;/span&gt; of fun to it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Psychohh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's called procrastination?  Man, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, you know there's nothing new on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow you just HAVE TO check it again, and again, and again, and again. I've stopped the application addiction on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; long time ago. I used to be so into Mob Wars, that I'm practically a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zillionaire&lt;/span&gt; or something now. I've got like tonnes of casinos, apartments, restaurants, etc. And my bank's digits have passed the sixes. Got so rich that I got bored it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there was nothing else left to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. If only it were for real. Dream on Aqila. DREAM on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkGcEtl1oI/AAAAAAAABTc/UuK3a5tPh0I/s1600-h/twitterfox0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkGcEtl1oI/AAAAAAAABTc/UuK3a5tPh0I/s400/twitterfox0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375334709614466690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for Twitter, I installed this add-on called Twitter Fox, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;which'll&lt;/span&gt; constantly notify me on every single update from the people I'm following. I've got like 60 people on my list. So practically ever 2-3minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be new updates popping up on the south-east of my screen. So it's like,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my work...&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking..thinking....Tweet tweet!&lt;br /&gt;Continue thinking..thinking..Tweet tweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me, being one with the GREATEST of all concentration abilities, I can concentrate alright! Always looking at that blue 't' for new numbers to come up. Enjoy reading them though :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I get to see pics like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkLwngrMEI/AAAAAAAABT8/qAKUM_CJjzo/s1600-h/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-yrm-magazine-082809-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkLwngrMEI/AAAAAAAABT8/qAKUM_CJjzo/s400/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-yrm-magazine-082809-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375340560111054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkLhFrlJLI/AAAAAAAABT0/jFvT593jvy4/s1600-h/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-yrm-magazine-082809-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkLhFrlJLI/AAAAAAAABT0/jFvT593jvy4/s400/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-yrm-magazine-082809-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375340293331952818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome does Kim look here? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amazeballs&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can go to &lt;a href="http://kimkardashian.celebuzz.com/2009/08/totally-transformed-for-yrb.php"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;'s blog to see more, if you want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of cool new videos too. You Tube contributes a lot to my attempts at creativity. Whether it works or not, I'm liking it so far :)  OKAY, so maybe having a short attention span &amp;amp; procrastination  isn't that big of a deal. It's manageable? As much as it ticks me off sometimes, it leads to stuff I like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hehehh&lt;/span&gt;. So, just manage-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lah&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-4963667805650193774?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4963667805650193774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4963667805650193774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4963667805650193774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4963667805650193774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-27-attention-please.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 27 : Attention Please'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpkGcEtl1oI/AAAAAAAABTc/UuK3a5tPh0I/s72-c/twitterfox0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5761400063679736748</id><published>2009-08-29T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:05:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 26 : Raya Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent the WHOLE day delivering cookies &amp;amp; tarts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momzie&lt;/span&gt;. It seems pretty early, but some people just can't help but be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; enthusiasts. Early preparation's what they go for. And that includes, both decorations &amp;amp; food. Now give them a round of applause. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, some are just fulfilling their sweet tooth needs during the fasting month. Don't we all have em? Sweet tooth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All year round, mom sells them cookies &amp;amp; tarts home-made by friends, and is usually promoted by word of mouth. We don't really make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; or blogs for it. The goods sold, are all ones we really like. Meaning,we sell them BECAUSE we've tried them ourselves &amp;amp; really LIKE them. So, no blind selling there, that's a no no. Business is usually pretty good during festival seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spjw7BHrmtI/AAAAAAAABTU/YkHXlCkHvsM/s1600-h/DSC013440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spjw7BHrmtI/AAAAAAAABTU/YkHXlCkHvsM/s400/DSC013440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375311051970288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwSP8IFGI/AAAAAAAABTM/UDrWPY0LNPs/s1600-h/DSC013460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwSP8IFGI/AAAAAAAABTM/UDrWPY0LNPs/s400/DSC013460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375310351573718114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate chip cookies, one of the popular favourites &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it taste almost similar to the Famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amous&lt;/span&gt; cookies. Serious! Well, not as havoc of course, but it's really good. One of my favourites too :) Plus, its way cheaper than FA for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwRAKmIKI/AAAAAAAABTE/DUnXxRUSl2Q/s1600-h/DSC013510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwRAKmIKI/AAAAAAAABTE/DUnXxRUSl2Q/s400/DSC013510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375310330159571106" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwPpTpsTI/AAAAAAAABS8/NyOef-4swaY/s1600-h/cornflakes0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwPpTpsTI/AAAAAAAABS8/NyOef-4swaY/s400/cornflakes0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375310306843668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate covered cornflakes with honey &amp;amp; nuts. My favourite of all :)&lt;br /&gt;As you can obviously see from the pictures, you have a choice of brown or white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;I love recommending it to my friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's slightly different from the usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwOJbTuVI/AAAAAAAABS0/74OnO9P84rI/s1600-h/DSC013580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwOJbTuVI/AAAAAAAABS0/74OnO9P84rI/s400/DSC013580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375310281105979730" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwLSH0twI/AAAAAAAABSs/IE2pM-yyavw/s1600-h/DSC013590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjwLSH0twI/AAAAAAAABSs/IE2pM-yyavw/s400/DSC013590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375310231900567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All packed in boxes, ready to be delivered! Whoosh. Yesterday was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;We went to about 7 different places, and they were all at different ends of the state.&lt;br /&gt;Even after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, we continued with the deliveries. It was fun though, hung out with my mom&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole day. She's crazy, in a good way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; gets a lot of calls for the pineapple tarts, which I didn't get the chance to snap a picture of, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the first batch were all sold out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Home-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mades&lt;/span&gt; are definitely way better than the factory-made ones in stores. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; they're made with passion ;) And and, LOVE for food :) Not heartless machines, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you feel the sudden urge of wanting to make friends with any of the cookies, feel free to contact me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; , or here's good too. Or just &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/theqillz@gmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; me :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, I wasn't even intending to promote, just wanted to show you guys what I was up to yesterday. But since you've already seen the pics &amp;amp; recommendations, why not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eyh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5761400063679736748?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5761400063679736748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5761400063679736748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5761400063679736748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5761400063679736748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-26.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 26 : Raya Heaven'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Spjw7BHrmtI/AAAAAAAABTU/YkHXlCkHvsM/s72-c/DSC013440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1715295315826622761</id><published>2009-08-29T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:06:19.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 25 : Worth the Paid-for-Charcoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it turns out that, I DIDN'T have that much time on my hands. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; right after I posted the previous post, it occurred to me that I've got priorities to obey. And assignments, studies in general definitely come before others including this. As much as I love THIS, I have to work beyond the edges to complete as much as I can to produce results with quality. And so, I stayed up the whole of last night working on it &amp;amp; finally slept after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Subuh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, don't let words fool you. I know I know, if this was someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; blog &amp;amp; I read that first paragraph, I'd be like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rajin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;siooodd&lt;/span&gt;". Nope. I had a lot of breaks in between. And when I say 'a lot', I mean A LOT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; well, I managed to accomplish 3/4 of it, and the rest is allowable for me to put aside for awhile to end this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt; battle of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I started :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Booyah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so moving on. Last Thursday I received an email congratulating me on winning 2 tickets to the premiere screening of Final Destination : Rest In Pieces on the 1st of September, next week  :) We were told that the results will be informed on Friday, but I got it on Thursday evening. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjWpZ1DY2I/AAAAAAAABSk/BksHrUzn2ew/s1600-h/fd4_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 520px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjWpZ1DY2I/AAAAAAAABSk/BksHrUzn2ew/s400/fd4_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375282162063074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, that &lt;a href="http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-rest-in-pieces-like.html"&gt;I Don't Want To Rest In Pieces Like Final Destination&lt;/a&gt; post I posted with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;-so-lovely pics of my so-called horrified faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ngahah&lt;/span&gt;, was all worth it. And apparently worth the paid-for-charcoal. Also, thanks to my bro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt;, who'll be my date for the premiere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he was the one who chose the photo location &amp;amp; snapped the pics for me. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mengada&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the fun of it, I decided to show you guys the variety of faces I tested to get the right picture, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahahh&lt;/span&gt;. Most of them ended up looking like an outrage of sadness instead of horrified. The face in the bottom row, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; from right was intentional. Saw that most of my attempts at horrified expressions were leaning more to cries, I started doing cries for the last few snaps, just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjWo_DgUzI/AAAAAAAABSc/1gDkvYehsdo/s1600-h/faces0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjWo_DgUzI/AAAAAAAABSc/1gDkvYehsdo/s400/faces0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375282154875933490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The make up idea was so random. One of my friends who didn't know anything about the contest, actually thought I was doing some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;photo shoot&lt;/span&gt;. He even asked me what technique I used for the make up, or if it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I suck big time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;photoshopping&lt;/span&gt;, so there's no way I could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt; it. Effects I use are usually for real. Like the eyeliner &amp;amp; lipstick stain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe minor edits like, the contrast &amp;amp; brightness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt; in Microsoft Picture Manager. That's all :) I'm pretty much old-school when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;editing&lt;/span&gt;. Even my videos are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt; in Windows Movie Maker. No big shot film editors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting about the premiere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Watch out for the tsunami of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;RTPs&lt;/span&gt; coming ahead!&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/2461877441985568658-1715295315826622761?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1715295315826622761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1715295315826622761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1715295315826622761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1715295315826622761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-25-worth-paid-for.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 25 : Worth the Paid-for-Charcoal'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SpjWpZ1DY2I/AAAAAAAABSk/BksHrUzn2ew/s72-c/fd4_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7029096910558808800</id><published>2009-08-27T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:16:20.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 24 : Gladiator Fats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's suppose to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt; day 29. Man, I'm 5 days behind!! Bummer. But I had to do what needed to be done. I've managed to complete half of what was holding me back, so now I have enough time on my hands &amp;amp; I shall be striving to finish what I started. So Biggest Loser-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. To finish what I started! I have like, 7 posts to be done by the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dayuuumn&lt;/span&gt;! That's in like, 2 days!! Will I be able to accomplish that? I really hope so! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I don't have class tomorrow, and it's already the weekend :) 2 whole days. Lets do this! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whoots&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're 6 days into the month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;. How's fasting been for you guys? The first day was fun for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the whole family was home except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt; who couldn't make it home due to the piles of work accumulated during her 1 week MC. Aww. I like it when my dad's home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he likes bringing us to the bazaars. And I like going to bazaars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I like checking out people there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, the food too. Basically, the whole environment, lots of people, lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;delectables&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Niiice&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the food sold at Bazaars are usually the same every year, that I've developed a few favourites.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kuih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;keria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tepung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pelita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Assam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drink. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! Sometimes when I'm not craving for anything in particular, I'd resort to buying those three things anyway. It's called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. First few days of fasting is exciting, but also pretty tough, especially for the body.  Maybe it's just me, but I don't know I've been pretty weak. Weak as a twig. Are twig's weak? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ngahahh&lt;/span&gt;. Been staying up really late &amp;amp; then, waking up really early these past few days. Darn projects. Woke up with a MASSIVE headache on Tuesday, &amp;amp; didn't even go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, it could be my friendly fats battling the no-food attacks.&lt;br /&gt;There were barely any mask-wearers at the bazaars.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot of people've realized the could-be-complot?&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour left till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bukaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-7029096910558808800?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7029096910558808800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7029096910558808800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7029096910558808800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7029096910558808800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-24-gladiator-fats.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 24 : Gladiator Fats'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-8407719811808385237</id><published>2009-08-22T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:04:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 23 : Random Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much yesterday.Attempted some assignments, hence the absence of an update. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Afi's&lt;/span&gt; back for the weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yayness&lt;/span&gt; :) Plus, it's already the fasting month! How cool is that? Was telling my friends through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; wishes, how time is flying by so fast these days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; well, the fasting month's definitely a month to look forward to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some videos I thought of sharing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Cfzh8qXsVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Cfzh8qXsVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of you've seen this on TV. This one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; funny, okay! Hilarious! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were so lifeless last night, we kept repeating the video so many times, &amp;amp; laughed our butts off every time. The karaoke girl's face has GOT TO BE the driving force to the ad's comedic achievement, man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muke&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah 3x! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VF4nh7hEeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VF4nh7hEeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. Moving over from comedy to music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ngehehh&lt;/span&gt; :P The dude's called Gabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bondoc&lt;/span&gt;? I think. Actually, Taylor Swift herself twittered this video. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; he sang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; cover of Love Story. If you know the lyrics to the song, try comparing it with his, it's so cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You know how the song involves Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, right. He sings it in Romeo's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part is that, in reply to when Taylor sings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure she's tired of waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swear I'm on my way, just had to work some things out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope her faith's not fading.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, isn't he just a cutie? I am totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt; the Batman Tee &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;oldschool&lt;/span&gt; glasses *screams* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Watched the vid with Farah &amp;amp; got all dreamy. LOL.But of course, his voice rocks, no doubt. I noticed from his other You Tube videos that he's more of the jazzy type. There was this one video, where he made a cover of Chris Brown's '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62vEOOKQ5pU&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Forever&lt;/a&gt;'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sweetnesss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgygFh6oLOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgygFh6oLOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that now is like, the era of Vampire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Looove&lt;/span&gt;. Another vampire book series brought to the small screen. Also, one that I've never read. The preview looks interesting though! :) I think I've read about this on &lt;a href="http://aimeesrockillusion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt;'s blog? But that was months ago, &amp;amp; I totally forgot about Ian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Somerhalder&lt;/span&gt; being in it. So when Afi &amp;amp; I saw him in the preview, it was like whoosh! Afi screamed, literally. Haha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yeaaaah&lt;/span&gt; ;) Plus, he's the shape shifter for this series. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Whoots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, there's a LOT to watch this fall.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting to all Muslims! Be good Rock stars eyh? :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2461877441985568658-8407719811808385237?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/8407719811808385237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=8407719811808385237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8407719811808385237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/8407719811808385237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-23-random-kicks.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 23 : Random Kicks'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-4648260718137621116</id><published>2009-08-20T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:30:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 22 : Drive Like The Wind, No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to see my supervisor today, to discuss the thesis. Sara &amp;amp; I actually rehearsed who was gonna say what before entering the office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. That's how it's gonna be every week, I don't know? Natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-meet nerves, which usually turns out to be no big deal. I mean, we all know "It's gonna be OKAY" right,  but the nerves are just something we can't help, can we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/So14-wyuIXI/AAAAAAAABSI/HhXEJo9SkGw/s1600-h/shoesx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/So14-wyuIXI/AAAAAAAABSI/HhXEJo9SkGw/s400/shoesx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082950167732594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt; to fetch me from campus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they take so long to get there, that I evolve from stoning to doing whatever. First it's the infamous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt; fiddle, you know, the I'm-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt;-but-not-really strategy to past the time. I've never tried the I'm-calling-but-not-really one though :P When that gets boring, I make myself read the posters &amp;amp; ads at the bus stop, even though I've been reading them everyday when I wait at that same spot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I recorded my footsteps as I walked around. Circled the bus stop a few times, till I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt; coming from afar. You'll have a better sense of how bored I was if you see the numerous bus stop video making attempts I made. I actually thought of posting the videos here, but it would've been a whole 10 minutes of nothingness. I've tried reading while waiting, doesn't work for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my boredom relief strategies.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you already know, I haven't driven for quite some time now. It's been like, 3 years I think. Crazy right? Gosh, I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; lost touch. Somehow I decided to give it a try today. To you know, practice a little to get the hand of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; accompanied me, &amp;amp; I drove around the housing area behind my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/So2fQfBWk1I/AAAAAAAABSQ/WPqp8t8Strk/s1600-h/DSC060250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/So2fQfBWk1I/AAAAAAAABSQ/WPqp8t8Strk/s400/DSC060250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372125036076766034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's tough for me to get used to driving an SUV, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I'm not really good at estimating how left or right I should be, especially on really narrow roads. There was this one time while I was driving with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; just now, suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Qilaa&lt;/span&gt;! Why are you driving so to the left?!". I was like, "Why??", &amp;amp; when I looked on his side, there were like huge tree bushes slapping the car window as I drove, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pshh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pshh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pshh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny, I kept accidentally stepping on the accelerator while laughing, which caused the car to jerk a lot. The hardest part is when I wanna get back into my house gate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;which's&lt;/span&gt; on the main road. The cars passing by there are like, REALLY fast, it's scary! I went in the wrong way &amp;amp; got stuck there, we had to wait for the road to clear so I could reverse &amp;amp; get a better angle to attempt at going in again. It was too scary, so instead of reversing &amp;amp; going in straight, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;reversed&lt;/span&gt; out and made another round. Exchanged seats with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Reda&lt;/span&gt; ,&amp;amp; he drove us back home. It seemed so easy for him. In fact, easy for EVERYONE, except me. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I suck at driving. (-_-").&lt;br /&gt;I've got a LONG way till I get it right. No giving up, man!&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-4648260718137621116?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/4648260718137621116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=4648260718137621116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4648260718137621116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/4648260718137621116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-22-drive-like-wind-no.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 22 : Drive Like The Wind, No?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/So14-wyuIXI/AAAAAAAABSI/HhXEJo9SkGw/s72-c/shoesx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6847189398014379507</id><published>2009-08-19T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:11:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 21 : Orphan Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't want there to be too many photos in one post. That's why I'm doing the review separately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I thought it was really good psychotic movie. Usually when it's lame &amp;amp; predictable, I can tell from the very beginning. This one however, was a suspenseful curiosity builder. A pretty gory one too. And at times, you feel like you wanna reach into the screen and slap the girl. Haha. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5jLp2WAI/AAAAAAAABR4/qEaec8iNxq8/s1600-h/orphan_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5jLp2WAI/AAAAAAAABR4/qEaec8iNxq8/s400/orphan_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371661363388504066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story revolves around this married couple, John &amp;amp; Kate with 2 kids. They were expecting a baby girl, but unfortunately ended up losing the unborn child. Culminating with the loss, they decided to adopt an elder child thinking it's the best way to heal &amp;amp; compensate for the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the orphanage, of all the kids that were there, they noticed Esther, this 9 year old who seems different &amp;amp; doesn't socialize much with the others. However, very well mannered, matured,  intelligent &amp;amp; very artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5FDP5baI/AAAAAAAABRw/sa5aHq7qtFE/s1600-h/OR-00062c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5FDP5baI/AAAAAAAABRw/sa5aHq7qtFE/s400/OR-00062c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371660845736095138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When they first brought her to the house, everything seemed to be fine. Later on, however, an alarming series of tragic events begins to unfold, leading Kate to believe that something isn’t right—this seemingly angelic little girl is perhaps not what she appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5EMahOfI/AAAAAAAABRg/svvq0zul9Ug/s1600-h/OR-FP-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5EMahOfI/AAAAAAAABRg/svvq0zul9Ug/s400/OR-FP-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371660831016696306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all I should mention. Haha. Don't wanna spoil it for ya ;)&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about the movie was the angles they used. You know at certain angle shots, there'll be something that'll make you jump out of your seats. Like  scenes in a car, when you see that the window is conquering the screen vs. the person, you just know there's gonna be something or someone coming that way.  They used a lot of that in this movie minus the seat jumping that comes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SowT2E3xNvI/AAAAAAAABSA/-xxlVOmRsHE/s1600-h/OR-05851+Online+Exclusive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SowT2E3xNvI/AAAAAAAABSA/-xxlVOmRsHE/s400/OR-05851+Online+Exclusive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371690275287676658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They used that angle-shot technique a lot, to keep the suspense going, which was a pretty good strategy? I've gotta tell ya, the ending is damn unexpected. Aside from the psychothic-ness, you would never expect THAT conclusion. I say, it's definitely worth watching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think a villain like this is interesting to watch,” states producer Joel Silver.  “You wouldn’t want to see her in the real world, but it’s fun to see her in a movie.”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not much of a movie critic, but I tried. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-6847189398014379507?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6847189398014379507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6847189398014379507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6847189398014379507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6847189398014379507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-21-orphan-review.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 21 : Orphan Review'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sov5jLp2WAI/AAAAAAAABR4/qEaec8iNxq8/s72-c/orphan_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1905591193528456339</id><published>2009-08-19T18:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:02:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 21 : Orphan Premiere Screening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in the previous post, Farah &amp;amp; I went for the Premiere Screening of Orphan last night :) We were told that the ticket counter was to open from 8 to 9pm. So, about an hour before that, got ready, &amp;amp; off we went. Arrived there pretty early &amp;amp; we saw a long line at the cinema lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all human brains would assume from observation, we headed there &amp;amp; waited in line. About 10 minutes in, we started to notice that there were other counters open there too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt; wasn't the only one organizing the premiere. There was Cinema Online, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MyFM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spotlite&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I don't know who else. There were about 5 tables open at the same time.  Were we in the right line? NOPE (-_-").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sovlse05QpI/AAAAAAAABRI/TEOT26fPfao/s1600-h/DSC012720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sovlse05QpI/AAAAAAAABRI/TEOT26fPfao/s400/DSC012720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371639532921373330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of it &amp;amp; just waited at the sides. Another 15minutes in, and we saw a line being formed, a REALLY long one. But the sign on table said something else. So we thought, okay definitely not that one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;COntinued&lt;/span&gt; waiting, we had a blast alright (-_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half of that REALLY long line got their tickets, we saw one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GSC&lt;/span&gt; staff head to the table &amp;amp; took out the paper from the plastic stand thing , and slipped in a new one which said '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;'. Right at that moment, all the cusses in the world came flowing outta my mouth like the Nile river on a Tuesday evening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shizzle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;muh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nizzle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Lesson learnt : Next time, JUST ASK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlrYSCbuI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5A1VpChdzIw/s1600-h/DSC012760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlrYSCbuI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5A1VpChdzIw/s400/DSC012760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371639513984691938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlrhnwxfI/AAAAAAAABRA/xEEuhQMqvBc/s1600-h/DSC012740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlrhnwxfI/AAAAAAAABRA/xEEuhQMqvBc/s400/DSC012740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371639516491728370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got the tickets, we had like half an hour before the movie started. Went straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; got ourselves some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tako&lt;/span&gt; Tao! :) Time was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; limited, so we had to eat up fast. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;takos&lt;/span&gt; were fresh from the grills, we were practically blowing out fire trying to finish them up. Despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shittiness&lt;/span&gt;, we managed to get to our seats &amp;amp; snap some pics before the lights were off :)  Ohh, &amp;amp; right after we handed our tickets at the entrance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;18 PL movie for you, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Haha, tu yang kene buat muka sombong2 sket bile bagi ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hahaha, ohh so kalau sombong2 tu nampak tua la? Kalau senyum2, budak kecik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hahaha tahh la, buat je sombong2 biar lepas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlquL29YI/AAAAAAAABQo/AKiW1JTZjCs/s1600-h/DSC012790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SovlquL29YI/AAAAAAAABQo/AKiW1JTZjCs/s400/DSC012790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371639502684484994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time ever, we got seats on the side, you know the ones couples usually take, next to the wall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. When you're there, the walls aren't as sound proof. You keep hearing echos from the hall next door. Or was I hearing something else? o_O&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty comfy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was overall pretty good. All went well. It was funny knowing that all the people who were in line &amp;amp; the ones in the same cinema hall are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. Like myself, they were snapping pictures here &amp;amp; there for their blogs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't really get to talk to any of them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; what do u expect, it's a movie screening, not an actual gathering. Fun was what we had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie review coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-1905591193528456339?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1905591193528456339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1905591193528456339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1905591193528456339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1905591193528456339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-21-orphan-premiere.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 21 : Orphan Premiere Screening'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sovlse05QpI/AAAAAAAABRI/TEOT26fPfao/s72-c/DSC012720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-2251649995842664551</id><published>2009-08-18T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:30:20.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 20 : Moonig &amp; Premieres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a lot of eyeliner for my previous post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But for the sake of Final Destination premiere tickets, I guess it's worth using up some dark-paid-for-charcoal :) As simple as the pictures look, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; tiring to get the right expression they want : horrified. I'll show you how the others went wrong in the posts to come. Not that the final outcome turned out right anyway. All the face stretching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; lost like 5pounds off my face there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. The things I do for free flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SopJuXWnHpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/roMlhgvrlwc/s1600-h/DSC075350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SopJuXWnHpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/roMlhgvrlwc/s400/DSC075350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371186566484401810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt;, me &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt; when we were once dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had lunch a while ago with mum, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt;, my brother suddenly came &amp;amp; mooned her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;. That idiot. He just HAD to do it when food was involved. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; speaking of food, I had to cook today :)  Stayed up till about 5am last night searching stuff for my thesis, &amp;amp; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shooked&lt;/span&gt; up at 10am to cook, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; mom was out. With eyes I could barely open, managed to prepare a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yummifying&lt;/span&gt; dish for the mobsters. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;maan&lt;/span&gt;, every time I fry catfish, it never, I repeat NEVER comes out with it's skin on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fuglayhh&lt;/span&gt; as heck! Gotta train harder to get that right the next time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmmph&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tiqah&lt;/span&gt; showed me this trailer yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xuCL6DSBA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xuCL6DSBA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!! It stars the voices of Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Samberg&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait till that comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email yesterday telling me I won a pair of tickets to watch the premiere screening of Orphan tonight :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hehee&lt;/span&gt;, so excited! I decided to bring Farah, since  she's been the one to hear me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;blabb&lt;/span&gt; on about the contest &amp;amp; all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, didn't think I had the chance. But so thankful! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely fill ya in on it tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-2251649995842664551?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/2251649995842664551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=2251649995842664551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2251649995842664551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/2251649995842664551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-20-moonig-premieres.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 20 : Moonig &amp; Premieres'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SopJuXWnHpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/roMlhgvrlwc/s72-c/DSC075350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-3234427120535606325</id><published>2009-08-16T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:15:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don’t Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, why would I ?!&lt;br /&gt;Having someone tell me my destiny, especially when it's a negative one.&lt;br /&gt;Having to see the bloody death of a bunch people, be it a plane crash, a massive car accident, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; ride gone wrong, or a race car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;catastrophe&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9l0y8FWI/AAAAAAAABOc/VnyLOCwJRfU/s1600-h/DSC012170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9l0y8FWI/AAAAAAAABOc/VnyLOCwJRfU/s400/DSC012170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539906931889506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing my time to die is just so close, &amp;amp; having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt; my turn.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;? Is it?  Is knowing when to run away from death a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appalling&lt;/span&gt; thing ever? It is horrifying. Period.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9lQ4rGII/AAAAAAAABOU/Lat-lp9QCIU/s1600-h/DSC012320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9lQ4rGII/AAAAAAAABOU/Lat-lp9QCIU/s400/DSC012320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539897292265602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, everybody will die someday.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's like in Final Destination, you know there's going to be blood.&lt;br /&gt;And you know, your body is not going to be a whole, once it's done. Nope, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you start to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9ktIvl-I/AAAAAAAABOM/wbEwJDSbTEg/s1600-h/DSC012180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9ktIvl-I/AAAAAAAABOM/wbEwJDSbTEg/s400/DSC012180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539887695992802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will my head get chopped off? Or will I get shot by a dozen nails on my face?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get grilled in a tanning bed? Or get hit by a bus? A giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;billboard&lt;/span&gt; sign?&lt;br /&gt;Those questions linger in your head, till your time comes.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell. Speaking of time, the clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;Preparation won't do you any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it's all over &amp;amp; done with, where will your soul go?&lt;br /&gt;Terrifying, no? What's definite is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination!!&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;. it's a contest. &amp;amp; yes, I can be twisted :)&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/2461877441985568658-3234427120535606325?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/3234427120535606325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=3234427120535606325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3234427120535606325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/3234427120535606325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-rest-in-pieces-like.html' title='I Don’t Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sof9l0y8FWI/AAAAAAAABOc/VnyLOCwJRfU/s72-c/DSC012170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-93361888336437536</id><published>2009-08-15T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:20:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 18 : Action Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep while doing something, &amp;amp; dream of still doing whatever it was you were. You feel like you've gone a long way &amp;amp; achieved so much, but wake up to nothing. Back to the starting line. Achievement? Nada. Rest? Maybe, but hardly. Your brains played you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that a lot during exam week. Or anything similar, speeches, MC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, etc (not that I give speeches or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; a lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;). The night before the the actual event. In my dreams, I'm happy &amp;amp; all relaxed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I've 'supposedly' got everything in hand. Gone through the pages, understood everything, memorized them all. Ready to rumble! In the end, I wake up to last night's leftovers. No matter how much I've covered the night before, it seems like I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waay&lt;/span&gt; behind on a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this? I have no idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, just wanted to share it here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I fell asleep while researching for my thesis yesterday, &amp;amp; missed out on a lot of findings. Hate it when that happens! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. But I guess that's part of where phrases come from. Dream hard, dream well, TAKE ACTION! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, Farah came back from my uncle's hotel wedding last night and brought back these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoeVQEdW3HI/AAAAAAAABOE/2GQ7-vixEU4/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoeVQEdW3HI/AAAAAAAABOE/2GQ7-vixEU4/s400/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370425183969926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chocolate hearts were delectable! Tasted like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bueno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ChocHeartz&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Delectable indeed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-93361888336437536?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/93361888336437536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=93361888336437536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/93361888336437536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/93361888336437536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-18-action-dreams.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 18 : Action Dreams'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoeVQEdW3HI/AAAAAAAABOE/2GQ7-vixEU4/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-6856112030394390527</id><published>2009-08-15T12:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:41:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 17 : Blood-worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just watched the latest episode of True Blood yesterday. It just gets better every time.  Felt the need of talking about it in this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 whole season plus a few recent episodes I've watched, I've definitely got to know the characters a little more, in terms of their background, personality, etc. Consequently, I've grown to like a couple of them slightly more than the others. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZDu6GHusI/AAAAAAAABMs/d-dYyll-PbA/s1600-h/3606682939_ed6131ddd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZDu6GHusI/AAAAAAAABMs/d-dYyll-PbA/s400/3606682939_ed6131ddd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370054078833867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZM0C76GiI/AAAAAAAABN0/lA7ARF1BTwg/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZM0C76GiI/AAAAAAAABN0/lA7ARF1BTwg/s400/sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370064062710946338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He owns a bar in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Temps called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Merlotte's&lt;/span&gt;, which is one of the main sets of where most of the scenes take place. Also, the bar where the main character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; waitresses &amp;amp; meets Bill Compton the lead vamp. Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Merlotte's&lt;/span&gt; this really soft spoken guy who's easily lead into falling for women he has even the slightest connection with. Unfortunately, he's somehow always unlucky in love. The women he falls for either dies, is in love with a vamp, or is too insecure to let him in, or works for Satan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, poor Sam. He's a victim of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;looooove&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little do people know he's actually a shape shifter. I don't know why, but I'm somehow always drawn to like the shape shifter more. Like in Twilight, I'm totally Team Jacob! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahahh&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; like Edward Cullen, Bill Compton was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; all at the beginning, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hotness&lt;/span&gt; easily faded once they started elaborating more on Sam's character ;)  In Twilight, Jacob Black phases into a wolf because his kind originated from shape shifting into wolves. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;True&lt;/span&gt; Blood however, Sam shape shifts into a dog. Kinda the same thing, but Sam gets to choose what he wants to shape shift into. Strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair &amp;amp; blue eyes, I cannot resist. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZM0eYWCVI/AAAAAAAABN8/vjiXHkWgEqE/s1600-h/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZM0eYWCVI/AAAAAAAABN8/vjiXHkWgEqE/s400/eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370064070077974866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZDuOt6i3I/AAAAAAAABMc/SrLza7y99hQ/s1600-h/3607503798_899f2c8ea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZDuOt6i3I/AAAAAAAABMc/SrLza7y99hQ/s400/3607503798_899f2c8ea3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370054067189615474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In True Blood, the vampires have Sheriffs for every area. Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Northman's&lt;/span&gt; the Sheriff for Area Five, which includes the small town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Temps. In the first season, he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; as quite the bad vamp. But the as the season continues till recently in season 2, his character really starts to come across. Eric's maker, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Appius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Livius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ocella&lt;/span&gt; also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Godrick&lt;/span&gt; is the Sheriff of all Sheriffs. And I guess, what's attractive about him is his love &amp;amp; devotion towards his maker. To see someone who seemed so cold &amp;amp; heartless to just let his guards down for someone, definitely alters perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest episode, it seems that he's starting to fall for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt;, creating a maybe-love-triangle, I don't know. But I'm sure excited to see what happens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aahh&lt;/span&gt;, fictional characters, gotta love em!&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-6856112030394390527?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/6856112030394390527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=6856112030394390527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6856112030394390527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/6856112030394390527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-17-blood-worthy.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 17 : Blood-worthy'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoZDu6GHusI/AAAAAAAABMs/d-dYyll-PbA/s72-c/3606682939_ed6131ddd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-327406530484590134</id><published>2009-08-14T18:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:53:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 16 : White &amp; Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for my uncle's wedding last night. By the time we got back, I was so exhausted, I almost fell asleep in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;.  Which explains the post delay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sorreyhh&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there super early, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; mom had to help out. It was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; myself. Farah was busy in the make up room, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she was one of the flower girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whoots&lt;/span&gt;! Super early, as in an hour before it says "arrival of guests" in the agenda. So, me &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; had the 'time of our lives', sitting there &amp;amp; watching humans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; back &amp;amp; forth, preparing stuff. Abandoned by our very own momzayy, we just sat there. The whole scene &amp;amp; decoration was beautiful, though. Compliments to the wedding planner! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVO1JDXlyI/AAAAAAAABLc/csaGHfan_Js/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVO1JDXlyI/AAAAAAAABLc/csaGHfan_Js/s400/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369784805579265826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theme was white &amp;amp; blue, light blue.  Very chic! If you see the walk way right next to the table, they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ghazal&lt;/span&gt; band playing on a small stage, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; instruments (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, I have no clue what they're called). Live music, awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance to snap the bride &amp;amp; groom's thrones set, which were also brilliantly designed. White background with blue roses :) I guess you can say, that's the only thing I like about weddings, besides the food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt; other than that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't really snap much, due the fact that I only snap when I'm bored. So the exciting parts when my uncle arrived with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kompang&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; all, I didn't get to capture. Plus, there were too many photographers that night. I swear if I'd seen another SLR that night, it would've been a puke-fest.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVO0Y4JgoI/AAAAAAAABLU/1asv0U-jHEU/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVO0Y4JgoI/AAAAAAAABLU/1asv0U-jHEU/s400/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369784792647303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got the right &amp;amp; left neighbours to lend their porches for the rest of the guest tables.&lt;br /&gt;My grand uncle seems to have LOADS of connections. Thus, the VIP guest that night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lah&lt;/span&gt;. I seriously thought they were joking about it. But he really came, with his wife. So all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;makciks&lt;/span&gt; there were all at their best behaviour, all extra-friendly, seemed like a certain particular group of em were hoping to win the 'Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Abdullah's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;' title. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; writing what I've been observing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVOz4cVO5I/AAAAAAAABLM/5TR6_0tbjbg/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVOz4cVO5I/AAAAAAAABLM/5TR6_0tbjbg/s400/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369784783940696978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, and they put up white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sakura&lt;/span&gt; flowers, with blue lights on em at the entrance. That, I LIKED. It was very prom-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I've never been to a prom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Saw the bride for the first time that night, gorgeous. I was told that, she's a Muslim Cambodian-American. Looked very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVNyJk5YAI/AAAAAAAABKs/3Vz8vKaZsYo/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVNyJk5YAI/AAAAAAAABKs/3Vz8vKaZsYo/s320/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369783654668656642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVNyVYTJDI/AAAAAAAABK0/Z0bNxi-_DWQ/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVNyVYTJDI/AAAAAAAABK0/Z0bNxi-_DWQ/s320/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369783657837044786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I had one of the front tables there at the beginning. But suddenly a group &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Datos&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; wig-wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Datins&lt;/span&gt; crashed at our table, so with utmost respect, we left (-_-)  AND joined the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; crowd at the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;moshpitt&lt;/span&gt;' of the wedding. They had big screens for the outside people to watch whatever was happening inside the house. The ceremony took so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; long, the guests were starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVPqW0e0LI/AAAAAAAABLk/eJyFWYUyX1A/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVPqW0e0LI/AAAAAAAABLk/eJyFWYUyX1A/s400/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369785719807987890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Farah, the makeup artistes made her look so draggy, she didn't attend school the next day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Suke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bapak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;diorg&lt;/span&gt;, they went &amp;amp; did her brows. She's only 16 years old for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post seems to have no flow. But it's all on the table, right. So, yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-327406530484590134?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/327406530484590134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=327406530484590134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/327406530484590134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/327406530484590134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-16-white-blue.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 16 : White &amp; Blue'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoVO1JDXlyI/AAAAAAAABLc/csaGHfan_Js/s72-c/DSC01169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1206503691071199534</id><published>2009-08-12T21:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:08:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 15 : Limitations &amp; A Congratulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad to say, the PRIVATE web series is no longer available for Malaysian viewing. Sigh. The night I watched the first episode happened to be the premier of it. So, I'm guessing they haven't set the country viewing limitation at the time.  Sorry :(  I don't get it, do other countries have to pay or something, for the web series to be available there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aihh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sarah came to the house today to work on our thesis. At MY house okay. So, MY house meaning, I'd be in my shorts &amp;amp; definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;-less, right. We were done with whatever needed to be done for the thesis research, &amp;amp; decided to practice the new stuff we learnt from yesterday's guitar lesson. Messaged our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Izzat&lt;/span&gt; before that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he said he wanted to join us practice. We wanted to be sure if I should be expecting him any time of the day. He said he wasn't able to make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there was a massive traffic jam in campus, due to the convocation going on that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;, CONGRATS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hilman&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hilmanisms&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;And others I know, but aren't aware of the existence of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggosphere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoMQ-uJYKNI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJSoksYMybI/s1600-h/DSC060270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoMQ-uJYKNI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJSoksYMybI/s320/DSC060270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153850481060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, back to the story. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alrighty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Izzat&lt;/span&gt; won't be coming. Proceed. Approximately 10 minutes later, Sarah's phone rings, &amp;amp; the dude's already at my door step. Very efficient at informing, mister. I had to use my gift of 'speed' to change to lengthy pants &amp;amp; swoop on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; and ended up winning a pageant, an elaborate public spectacle illustrative of the history of a place, institution, or the like, often given in dramatic form or as a procession of colorful floats. Thanks dictionary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Okay fine, so it was uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually went pretty well. Hung out at the living room. Thought each other stuff with the guitar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chillaxed&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; ended up watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Izzat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Alaa&lt;/span&gt;, if only I could bring you to my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt; I mean, I'm so used to having girl friends come over&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I prefer hanging out in my room, with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the laptop &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he's a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That's why. If guys come, I have to just hang around here. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limitations. Gotta work your way around em to get the good out of it. Had fun though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-1206503691071199534?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/1206503691071199534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=1206503691071199534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1206503691071199534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/1206503691071199534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-15-limitations.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 15 : Limitations &amp; A Congratulation'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoMQ-uJYKNI/AAAAAAAABKc/kJSoksYMybI/s72-c/DSC060270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-7621212014828859049</id><published>2009-08-12T01:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:16:10.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 14 : PRIVATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like Gossip Girl, you're gonna like this one too :)&lt;br /&gt;Like Gossip Girl, it's also from a book series. But instead of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show, the executive producers of Gossip Girl  made it into a web series. It's called PRIVATE. I think a lot of people know &amp;amp; actually read it.&lt;br /&gt;I see the books in MPH all the time, but I've never read the series.&lt;br /&gt;Just knew about it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wanie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she's pretty much a religious Private reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA-hItEII/AAAAAAAABJ0/clPXYXy3rW0/s1600-h/6456_115761718386_45284873386_2381409_6450050_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA-hItEII/AAAAAAAABJ0/clPXYXy3rW0/s400/6456_115761718386_45284873386_2381409_6450050_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368784411081642114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole environment of the series is actually pretty similar to Gossip Girl, with the high class school, rich kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; dudes &amp;amp; mean girls with their queen bee. In this case, it's an exclusive boarding school with sorority-like houses, private club's more like it. Hence, the title. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the first episode a while ago. Interesting. So far, I'm liking the main character, Reed. She seems okay for the part, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea how she is in the books, but so far acceptable. Love seeing red heads, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know why, they've got some sort of aura. Like Jessica in True Blood, eye-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;catchin&lt;/span&gt;' :)  It's only like, 8 minutes per episode. And the clip loads pretty fast. Well, depending on your connection, of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehhs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA-TjVHMI/AAAAAAAABJs/Neuw9ztH8kk/s1600-h/6456_115711128386_45284873386_2380656_5695123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA-TjVHMI/AAAAAAAABJs/Neuw9ztH8kk/s400/6456_115711128386_45284873386_2380656_5695123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368784407435222210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Reed on the left, Ariana, Carrie (I think) &amp;amp; I'm not sure what's the last girl's name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my lab report while watching. Good girl. The 3 girls excluding Reed are the Billings girls, residents of the Billings house in the boarding school, where Reed was placed as the new student there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, I can't say much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I've just read &amp;amp; watched bits of it like, half an hour ago. So, this is all I know for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate Brian's PRIVATE books take place at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Academy, an exclusive private boarding school steeped in tradition, honor, excellence . . . and secrets so dark they're almost invisible. New girl Reed Brennan quickly discovers that getting into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean you'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;privatenovels&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA9w3iq6I/AAAAAAAABJk/1j28IBQ-KgU/s1600-h/6456_115711118386_45284873386_2380655_6249077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA9w3iq6I/AAAAAAAABJk/1j28IBQ-KgU/s400/6456_115711118386_45284873386_2380655_6249077_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368784398124755874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought of embedding the first episode here for you guys to see. But the code they provided didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna follow the series, you can go watch it at &lt;a href="http://www.teen.com/private/"&gt;PRIVATE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &amp;amp; let me know what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-7621212014828859049?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/7621212014828859049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=7621212014828859049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7621212014828859049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/7621212014828859049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-14-private.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 14 : PRIVATE'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoHA-hItEII/AAAAAAAABJ0/clPXYXy3rW0/s72-c/6456_115761718386_45284873386_2381409_6450050_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5664216874454133049</id><published>2009-08-11T14:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:20:58.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 13 : Q ♥s Bananas</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks, Dadsterz's been bringin back lots of fruits for us, mainly bananas. I get excited when it comes to bananas coz I like adding em to my food. Not with rice lah. Eee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share the beauty of bananas with food here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast! Cereal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEYIDYTSzI/AAAAAAAABI8/2N5E9nMX5r8/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEYIDYTSzI/AAAAAAAABI8/2N5E9nMX5r8/s200/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368598757427596082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUt4fHewI/AAAAAAAABIs/bno7oF-Y2cQ/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUt4fHewI/AAAAAAAABIs/bno7oF-Y2cQ/s200/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368595009291909890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cornflakes with sliced bananas. I know a lot of people prefer it with strawberries. I've tried em with blueberries. Bought the canned ones, which sucked, coz it's actually for waffles &amp;amp; cakes, wasn't much of a cereal add. The 'Nut Crunch' brand's got dried bananas in em, but it's always better to have em fresh, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snackeroos! Sandwiches :)&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/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUtsW_cxI/AAAAAAAABIk/PUoCcUZrSPY/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUtsW_cxI/AAAAAAAABIk/PUoCcUZrSPY/s200/DSC01155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368595006036603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUtcfAZmI/AAAAAAAABIc/Rp1Eb5Y6c38/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEUtcfAZmI/AAAAAAAABIc/Rp1Eb5Y6c38/s200/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368595001775253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite, peanutbutter &amp;amp; banana sandwich :) I always get questioned about it, "Eee, is it nice? Does it taste good?".  Well, it doesn't taste as bad as YOU THINK it looks. People think it's fattening because of the peanutbutter, but hello people make peanutbutter sandwiches all the time. It's just like PB&amp;amp;J, just that it's bananas instead of strawberry jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top of the banana party, the health benefits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEZNLMbdZI/AAAAAAAABJE/FdxP7jwXHKg/s1600-h/620px-Health_benefits_of_bananas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEZNLMbdZI/AAAAAAAABJE/FdxP7jwXHKg/s320/620px-Health_benefits_of_bananas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368599944936256914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great picture combination of human food &amp;amp; organs. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be THE review of banana reviews. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Banana luvvah? Lets be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-5664216874454133049?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5664216874454133049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5664216874454133049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5664216874454133049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5664216874454133049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-13-q-s-bananas.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 13 : Q &amp;hearts;s Bananas'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/SoEYIDYTSzI/AAAAAAAABI8/2N5E9nMX5r8/s72-c/DSC01166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-5933655573896505210</id><published>2009-08-11T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:18:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 12 : Strive for Salt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so, you're searching for something, &amp;amp; with all the determination within, you search for it over &amp;amp; over again at a particular spot where you know (at the time) it's suppose to be. But when you take a step back to ask for help, you end up looking like the laziest of beings, coz the thing you're looking for is right next to the spot you were searching your heart out. Sound familiar? Or is it just me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom dropped me off at Giant just now to buy salt for the house, to keep the demons &amp;amp; witches away. Lol. Naah, for food of course. I've been grocery shopping at Giant like a zillion times, but somehow when I go alone, it's like my brain's GPS system dies off or something. I knew the salt is usually somewhere near the sugar rack. So, 'sugar rack' was automatically where I aimed for. Searched like crazy at that same area. Even read the sugar packs over &amp;amp; over to make sure I wasn't losing my sight. There was a staff there arranging the food packs, so I walked around at the other sections juz so it'd look like I wasn't searching too long  at the same place. Opportunity for acting skills to be applied, couldn't miss it! (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiple tours around Giant, I finally gave in, and resorted to asking the staff. "Excuse me, where can I find salt here?" .  He only took like, 2 steps from where we were, and, "Here it is". Dang it. I stood in front of the salt rack, turned to the rack behind me &amp;amp; saw the friggin sugar packs I've been harassing for the past 10minutes.  "Ohh haha, okay2 thanks!" Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of salt, I almost added em in my chocolate pudding the other day. Was actually getting sugar, but went straight to the salt jar instead. Me &amp;amp; my salt-sugar confusion. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, yesterday's evening class turned out to be a sleeping fest for me, thanks to the library lift for the free exercise. 10minutes in, I was still fine. Half an hour in, zzZzz. And when the class was over, I noticed I'd written my 'own' theories &amp;amp; notes. My writing was very PRETTY &amp;amp; READABLE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2461877441985568658-5933655573896505210?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/5933655573896505210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=5933655573896505210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5933655573896505210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/5933655573896505210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-12-strive-for-salt.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 12 : Strive for Salt'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-841941065828874482</id><published>2009-08-10T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:13:36.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 11 : Still Got Legs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy cow, I juz climbed 6 floors of stairs just to get to the library. The elevator was busted. Grrr. Ohh well, free exercise &amp;amp; body odour. I guess I don't have much time to blog here, coz I've got about 15minutes left till class starts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lab, I accompanied Sarah together with her sis to FINALLY buy her guitar. Got a pretty good price for it. SO it's all good :) Ohh &amp;amp; while we were at Midvalley, I was lining up at Krispy Kreme's to get myself a donut, when I heard, "Don't worry Doctor! It's on the house!". I looked back and saw the counter guy giving this dude behind me free donuts. I turned to look behind me to see who's this extra special dude getting free donuts out of the blue, &amp;amp; saw Dr. Fazly or whatever his name is. Haha. From what I've heard he's pretty much a genius. I don't know. Seemed very 'Upper-East Side'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there with his mom. And I guess the donut guy has some kind of man-crush on him or something. Haha, so cute. Dr. Fazly was like, "Really? Are you sure?". "Noo, no problem at all, it's on the house!", the guy replied with a huge smile stretched to his ears. Good on the Doc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, &amp;amp; speaking of celebrities, while I was having lunch at one of the convocation  stalls (convocation week ftw!), I saw Zahiril Adzim. Used to know (not actual friends though) him from my old tuition centre, &amp;amp; was suprised to see that he's now a successful artsman (does the word even exist? no time to check the dictionary! lol). Hahaa, as much as I adore him as an actor, writer, etc. there were just too many overexcited girly girls surrounding him for me to approach the dude. Haha, suckayhh. But, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for an update. But this will do, yes? 5 mins left! Gotta fleet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&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/2461877441985568658-841941065828874482?l=aqillz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/feeds/841941065828874482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2461877441985568658&amp;postID=841941065828874482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/841941065828874482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2461877441985568658/posts/default/841941065828874482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqillz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-posts-day-11-still-have-legs.html' title='Rock The Posts Day 11 : Still Got Legs!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461877441985568658.post-1746635407693170549</id><published>2009-08-10T07:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:13:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Posts Day 10 : Blonde Kardashian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuup, so much for pace picking huh? Save the excuses Q! Lets just say, the weekend wasn't as freedom-ish as I was expecting it to be. I'm actually getting ready for class right now, so I'm gonna make this a quick one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you didn't already know. I don't think you do, coz I've never mentioned it here, I'm a Kardashian fan. Hoo haa! Yeahh, &amp;amp; I'm practically following the whole fam on Twitter, ranging from Kris to Kylie, getting updates &amp;amp; thoughts from em, like it's an important world issue or sumthin. lol. Ohh, speaking of Twitter, now I remember, I DID mention it in my Rockin' the Tweets post. Ngeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, so back to the point! As important as the world issue it is (to muh readers who're not that into celeb talk, bare with me, haha), I just found out this morning that Kim went blonde! And she looks raaad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sn9ihukwE3I/AAAAAAAABHU/qfJ40bXcqX8/s1600-h/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-blonde-hair-080909-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sn9ihukwE3I/AAAAAAAABHU/qfJ40bXcqX8/s400/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-blonde-hair-080909-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117612426302322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally like her natural look better, with dark black hair. But I can't deny the fact that she's pulling it off pretty well, with the blonde. She got the idea from this photoshoot she had which involved her wearing a blonde wig. And had always thought of going blonde since then. Finally did it :)  She'll be debuting her new look at the Teen Choice Awards tonight. Love Kimmi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9Opg-yecHw/Sn9ihW3srMI/AAAAAAAABHM/dcCzLORaW_4/s1600-h/gallery_main-kim-kardashian-blonde-hair-080909-5.jpg"&gt;&
