<?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-4828507599540975239</id><updated>2011-10-06T21:47:53.731+08:00</updated><category term='domino&apos;s'/><category term='sins'/><category term='songs'/><category term='meaningless update'/><category term='manga'/><category term='dokidoki'/><category term='books'/><category term='banjir'/><category term='x-files'/><category term='robber'/><category term='ads'/><category term='snake'/><category term='tag'/><category term='astrology'/><category term='payot facial'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='meluat'/><category term='downloads'/><category term='personality'/><category term='family'/><category term='suju'/><category term='kavvy baby'/><category term='emo'/><category term='concert'/><category term='cake'/><category term='blurbs'/><category term='flasher'/><category term='weather'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='drama'/><category term='donut'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='game character crush'/><category term='stress'/><category term='brainwash'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Kdrama'/><category term='2010'/><category term='games'/><category term='bored'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='sexual offender'/><category term='bday'/><category term='cicak'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='farro brothers'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='Nov 2010'/><category term='flood'/><category term='Digi'/><category term='neighbours'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='genting'/><category term='kenduri'/><category term='leave paramore'/><category term='Kpop'/><category term='guess'/><category term='finals'/><category term='2PM'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='siwon'/><category term='Beast'/><category term='katy perry'/><title type='text'>Catharsis</title><subtitle type='html'>Let it all out...cause bottling all in will only cause you to implode.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5195583706251138475</id><published>2011-10-06T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:47:53.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>lucid dreams</title><content type='html'>I fell into a deep sleep this afternoon. A short nap, but filled to the brim with dreams.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Th first dream is like a video presentation. A montaj of scenes from my past.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It started with my first meeting with a certain longtime crush. The first impression. Then it proceeds to the part when i realized i had a serious crush on him and ended when it was the last time i saw him.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It surprised me because its been years since it happened, i don't know what happened to him and i thought i've forgotten all about him. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Guess youll never forget your first crush? Ridiculous really because he's just a crush! Its not like he's my first love. And it happened nearly 10 years ago. Why did i remember him suddenly? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Maybe all my korean celebrity crush can take my mind of this issue eh? Hahaha &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Second dream is like a constant fear to me. The guards of uitm. The pak guard fear syndrome. I really really dont like them. I couldnt even meet their gaze in the eyes straight because i fear they might stop me and fine me for stupid reasons.  &lt;br/&gt; Really the pak guards of uitm are like clowns straight from the creative mind of Stephen King. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Dreams are like the manisfestation of your greatest worries. Even though i really dont spend time thinking of those things, subconsiously, i do.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-5195583706251138475?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5195583706251138475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5195583706251138475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5195583706251138475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5195583706251138475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/10/lucid-dreams.html' title='lucid dreams'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-691928626650608857</id><published>2011-10-02T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T03:29:10.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='payot facial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>facials, spa etc</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is the first time in my life that i went to a spa for a facial. Yes, i've been living for 25 years as a girl but i rarely paid any attention to my face (except when i grew pimples or my skin peeled off after a bad sunburn). I was scheduled to have this session with my sister when she won a couples spa session at this beautyhub place. The facial is using an overseas brand called Payot (pronounced payoo thanks you, it's supposed to be a french/swiss name).  &lt;br/&gt; First thing you have to do when you enter this exclusive place is to fill a form or questionaire about your skin. Have you went for a laser peel before? Ever had a botox injection before? What types of skincare are you using now? What are your skin concern; fine lines, neck lines, dark undereye circle etc. Soooo many questions, but i guess it's a good thing that they asked it, they wouldnt want to do anything to your face to find your face have swollen up due to allergies right? &lt;br/&gt; After that they explained the procedure (we are having the hydrating treatment), they gave us a glass of sky juice and let us use the bathroom first since the whole procedure takes 1 hour+++. &lt;br/&gt; They let us into a room and asked us to take everything off and wear their filmsy white gauze spa gown. Take everything off? No way! So i ended taking off my tee only. I was wearing strapless bra and my jeans only when i donned on the robe. I lay down on the bed and the beautician wrapped me up real cozy under the towels. The room is cool, with some soothing music, and the therapist wrapped my head and shoulders with warm towels. It feels heavenly. &lt;br/&gt; The beautician begin to wash my face wih some cream cleanser, and cleaned it away with a sponge. They she lathered something that smells nice and she washed it off again. Then she massaged my head and did something to may hair, she liked pulled it. It feels really good. Seriously. The she scrubbed my face with some fine scrub thingy. Next thing she massaged my hands and feet. My feet are wrapped with hot towels and she pumeled my soles. It feels really nice. Then she rubbed some kind of lotion on my handa and shoulders. I know i am repeating myself but it feels so f***ing nice. Then she steamed my face for a while. It was warm and smells nice so i started to get drowsy.She then asked my permission to start the extraxtion process. She pinced my skin and used some sharp metal thingy to get rid of my blackheads. Luckily i didnt have a lot of blackheads and the process is short and relatively painless. Phew. I was scared when she said she want to do extraction. But it really is painless compared to when i popped my pimple heehee. &lt;br/&gt; Then she applied a mask. She said its a cleansing mask. Its the first of three masks that shes going to put on my face. What? Three mask on my face on a single day? I couldnt open my eyes because she put on something on my eyes. So did you know what i did? I slept like a baby. My sis later laughed at me because she said she heard myself snoring. I guess i cant help myself. It felt really comfy so i fell asleep. &lt;br/&gt; I dont remember my therapist applying another two masks but i finally woke up when i felt her massaging my face with a soft slapping motion. How can i continue sleeping when she slapped my face( soft slapping is still slapping to me ). She then proceed to apply some hydrating serum from Payot and applied some moisturizer. It felt a bit sticky.though.She massaged my face and shoulders and back and then whalla, i am done. &lt;br/&gt; After that they briefed us about the brand and tried to pursuade my sis to buy a package that is worth rm1xxx. What? So expensive. My sis said she ia currently going to Sothys so she'll thing about the offer. They gave us another glass of sky juice before sending us off.  &lt;br/&gt; After that we were hungry so we went to the restaurant next door to order food. The restaurant is called Duduk. Cute. So we duduk there and me and my sis discussed our experience while waiting for the food. Overall its a good thing and my sis did laughed a lot at my snoring. The massage feels soo heavenlg. My skin does feel clean, but the moisturizer she applied feel really sticky. And my blackheads on my nose are gone, for a while perhaps. But if the blackheads came back, i really couldnt afford another facial to remove them. Oh well. At least i could have said to people that i have been to a facial.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-691928626650608857?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/691928626650608857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=691928626650608857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/691928626650608857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/691928626650608857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/10/facials-spa-etc.html' title='facials, spa etc'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6587888813543091430</id><published>2011-09-19T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:20:22.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flasher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual offender'/><title type='text'>Your teeny...</title><content type='html'>A classmate of mine experienced something that can only be described as scarring to a girl. But this thing is something a girl will experience at least once a lifetime, more if you are attractive and are prone to walk on your own most of the times. Enough clues to guess? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am talking about sexual harrassment. A long coat man in korean terms. Flasher. &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; Flashing to be exact. Flash what you ask? Unzipping the fly of your pants and show that thingy. The boy thing. Pee pee. Wee wee. Yeye. Banana. Dick. Hahaha. Is it clear now? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My classmate was walking along a deserted street when a guy on a bike came and followed her. He than showed his unmentionable parts and started stroking it. He proceed to say obsene stuff to her that i will not mention here cause it gives me the creeps. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The first thing that came to my mind while i'm listening to her is, how does he ride a motorcycle while stroking himself? An incredible feat. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyway i remembered back then when the topic of flasher was mentioned by my sis in law. She told the story of a serial flasher at her all girls school. Their teacher was so fed up with it and formulated a plan to get rid of the flasher for good. The teacher called a team of girls who are not easily disgusted by the flasher and are told to stare unflinchingly at the flasher when he took out his thingy. They did and the flasher got angry and took off with a huff. He was never seen again. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The moral of that story is that sexual act of exposing his manly parts to innocent girls and to hear their scream are addictive to flashers. They have his delusion that the screams are the result of awe at his size. o_O &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Really i have no idea why they do it. Maybe they are sexually frustrated? Watched too much porn? Some unsolved psychological childhood issues? Maybe they think it's a great pick-up thing?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Way messed up. Why do they think girls want to see that anyway? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What can you do in situation.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; First don't give any reaction. Nothing at all. It's because flashers thrive on girls reaction. Don't give them the satisfaction of hearing you scream. &lt;br/&gt; Don't taunt them back. They may retaliate and you could be hurt. &lt;br/&gt; Don't stare at his thingy. He may like it. &lt;br/&gt; Stare at someplace else, and pretend like he does not exist. They usually get bored with that reaction and move on to the next exciting victim. &lt;br/&gt; At the same time try to remember details of the offender like how he looks like,license plate of his vehicle etc. Report him to he police.  &lt;br/&gt; The last resort is you stare at his face and make a sign with your fingers saying, "it's small".&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-6587888813543091430?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6587888813543091430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6587888813543091430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6587888813543091430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6587888813543091430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-teeny.html' title='Your teeny...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3695481962313142142</id><published>2011-09-19T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:39:53.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Bored to tears</title><content type='html'>You know why some people said that they are bored to tears? Some may said it as an exaggeration, like i always do. Buy today i somehow have an epiphany. I now now that the human being is physically capable of crying out of boredom.  &lt;br/&gt; Why? Because during the 4 hours lecture i've endured today, my eyes produced tears that could drown the world. (This is actually an exaggeration, of course, cause i am physically incapable of producing that huge amount of tears. But i assure you, i cried. A lot) &lt;br/&gt; Now i need to drink gallons of water. You know, to hydrate myself. And to endure another 4 gruelling hours of lecture after this. Owh someone please just shoot me. &lt;br/&gt; P.S: I was being sarcastic the whole time okay? Just making it clear just to avoid misunderstandings. I don't actually want anyone to murder me using a high calibre rifle or something k?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3695481962313142142?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3695481962313142142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3695481962313142142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3695481962313142142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3695481962313142142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored-to-tears.html' title='Bored to tears'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-620569532919969724</id><published>2011-06-01T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:34:16.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Things to do on a sem break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a long sem break and I will not see the pak guards in a long time..so time to break some rules  and do things that will give pak guards heart attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Top 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; things to do on a sem break that are otherwise forbidden in the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Wear my earring on all my piercings hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQBNtiN1B_E/TeXcT1SHHqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bHU8ihFzsaQ/s1600/cool-earring-piercing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQBNtiN1B_E/TeXcT1SHHqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bHU8ihFzsaQ/s400/cool-earring-piercing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134743865859746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Wear my jeggings whenever I liked it &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: the grey jegging is the exact copy of mine haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TZcyPHun1g/TeXcTqUvA4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/h9cxNCDZMyU/s1600/jeggings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TZcyPHun1g/TeXcTqUvA4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/h9cxNCDZMyU/s400/jeggings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134740924072834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) Wear slippers &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMglS-iJScA/TeXcTmBlT6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nHkzhM5xPzM/s1600/Multi_Color_Beaded_Slippers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMglS-iJScA/TeXcTmBlT6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nHkzhM5xPzM/s400/Multi_Color_Beaded_Slippers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134739770003362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4)Dye my hair red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B67y7UPpQKY/TeXcTZrYmTI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KXt7g8dzUqs/s1600/Rihanna-red-hair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B67y7UPpQKY/TeXcTZrYmTI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KXt7g8dzUqs/s400/Rihanna-red-hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134736455670066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) Wear tshirts without layering it. Just regular short sleeved tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YSqXM4I83Q/TeXcTPvNmwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/50Va8Cuxbn4/s400/t-shirts.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134733787372290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haa take that pak guard uitm. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.s: sorry got nothing interesting to write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4828507599540975239-620569532919969724?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/620569532919969724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=620569532919969724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/620569532919969724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/620569532919969724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-to-do-on-sem-break.html' title='Things to do on a sem break'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQBNtiN1B_E/TeXcT1SHHqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bHU8ihFzsaQ/s72-c/cool-earring-piercing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2398945058753293706</id><published>2011-04-26T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:11:16.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningless update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>4 months already?</title><content type='html'>Updating the blog is really getting tiring...so I stopped writing. Shame on me. Haha I malas! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What to do mehhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway today I just remembered I have a blog, and it's been left on the corner to rot, so I decide, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I updated! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my mom &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Embun Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and happy mother's day too. Lucky both days are in the same month. Sorry didn't buy you anything, but I will. Next month maybe. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway on the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30th of April&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is my first final paper. Best of luck (like my mom always said) to everyone who is taking the finals with me. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GOOD LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Study la weih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I remembered.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I should study~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS: My color formatting is not working today....arghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2398945058753293706?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2398945058753293706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2398945058753293706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2398945058753293706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2398945058753293706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-months-already.html' title='4 months already?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4480022332798946302</id><published>2010-12-22T01:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:34:56.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Best of 2010 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This year, for me, is one of the best years of my life. I always lived a semi-charmed life, and yet this year I feel that I'm truly charmed. The best year of my life.I am born on the year of the tiger, and this year is the year of the tiger too. Maybe that's why...heheh. I wish my luck would carry on to the next year. And the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recap of 2010 stats with my holiday trips...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2010 holiday highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started with last year's December trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kota Kinabalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Near Chrismas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDpmdqlkDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UCifcLNXMgE/s400/kaki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553195187555373106" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha found this mannequin during last year's trip in 1Borneo in KK. Funny pose. And the pillow location is very strategic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDq2BASmVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kY9Ig8JTy7g/s400/dilarang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553196554251311442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the Taman Laut Tunku Abdul Rahman. Went to Pulau Manukan and Pulau Mamutik only. Supposed to go to Pulau Sapi but my mom stepped on a sea urchin (and my thumb was bitten by a sharp teethed coral eating fish) so we went back early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDr8kIEEpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ibBxQUGrze0/s400/kk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553197766269997714" /&gt;Next went to visit Gunung Kinabalu. The view is utterly awesome and out of this world. You have to go and see it for yourself. I'm serious. Next day went shopping and bought tonnes of pearl and exotic fish to bring back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next highlight is my trip to southern thailand. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huket,Krabi and Hadyai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the main destinations in this tour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDv0kEqtnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/EQWaxtwVZjg/s400/krabi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553202026863310450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First stop Krabi. Picture taken somewhere in Krabi. Next stop Phuket. Phuket have been devastated by tsunami, so this signboard are everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDxg29uKAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hsdKLnkqwXc/s400/phuket%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553203887360321538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop Hadyai. Shopping time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDxhB-C-yI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LTx6Mdf35AU/s400/hadyai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553203890314476322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken at the famous hadyai floating market. I have to say the food are delicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Coming up in part 2: perhentian and bali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4828507599540975239-4480022332798946302?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4480022332798946302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4480022332798946302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4480022332798946302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4480022332798946302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-of-2010-part-1.html' title='Best of 2010 Part 1'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TRDpmdqlkDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UCifcLNXMgE/s72-c/kaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1082439210500195096</id><published>2010-12-20T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:39:06.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farro brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>The Farro brothers left Paramore because of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ7KFc7cWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3KkA2kAbtM0/s1600/two-members-leave-paramore__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ7KFc7cWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3KkA2kAbtM0/s400/two-members-leave-paramore__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552597585608071682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pics from perez's site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wish. Although &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rizlavender.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; did accuse me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I stole Zac Farro's drumstick. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ7OlP-6SxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FD3ZA_D33XQ/s400/zac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552602529935280914" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I caught this when Josh threw it during their concert. Priceless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to their concert in Malaysia several months ago, and I have to say even though Hayley Williams is their frontman, the Farro brothers are &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paramore's pillars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Without them, Paramore is still Paramore, but less authentic. What I'm saying is the Paramore with them is like concentrated Parfum oil, the Paramore without them is like Eau de Toilette. Who's gonna replace Zac? Josh? Hey Josh I know you just got married but why? Why leave?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish them happiness in whatever they will do in the future though. And Hayley too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2010-12-18-members-zac-and-josh-farro-leave-paramore"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1082439210500195096?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1082439210500195096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1082439210500195096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1082439210500195096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1082439210500195096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/farro-brothers-left-paramore-because-of.html' title='The Farro brothers left Paramore because of me?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ7KFc7cWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3KkA2kAbtM0/s72-c/two-members-leave-paramore__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-9162122618245817064</id><published>2010-12-20T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:47:50.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Makeup successfully hoarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ5EZw4cHbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/V64YVbZvLPA/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ5EZw4cHbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/V64YVbZvLPA/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552450600003444146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A lot isn't it? I buy lots but I don't use them often...too lazy maa &lt;/span&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/4828507599540975239-9162122618245817064?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/9162122618245817064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=9162122618245817064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/9162122618245817064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/9162122618245817064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/makeup-successfully-hoarded.html' title='Makeup successfully hoarded'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQ5EZw4cHbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/V64YVbZvLPA/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2945766760463645286</id><published>2010-12-19T19:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:53:51.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>The boy that got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;have you ever had any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; About not taking the right choices, about how things turn out and how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that one got away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you could turn back time, you would do things differently and see how it turned out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I do. Years ago. If I had more courage, if I wasn't what I was back then, maybe things would be different. Maybe. I hope he's happy now. And I will find my own  happiness with someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to this song really takes me back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdj7-izhu4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdj7-izhu4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2945766760463645286?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2945766760463645286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2945766760463645286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2945766760463645286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2945766760463645286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/boy-that-got-away.html' title='The boy that got away'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5541177493104389917</id><published>2010-12-14T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:47:44.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domino&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner time with Domino's thin crust pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQd0XDYWNFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6pnlwlZ9odA/s1600/dominologo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQd0XDYWNFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6pnlwlZ9odA/s400/dominologo.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550533005150663762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sound's yummy? It is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQd0XT1NG-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jPBZAJTonCY/s400/meal_prawn_passion.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550533009566669794" /&gt;I really wanted this but since I'm &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alergic to prawns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...darn it...so ordered another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever ordered Domino's pizza? They have this 30 minutes guarantee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-Minutes Delivery Guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;Domino’s is the only pizza company that guarantees your order will arrive within 30 minutes or we’ll give you a free Regular Pizza voucher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well it's true. Tonight ordered from Domino's and it arrived 5 minutes late. Haha free pizza! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also &lt;a href="http://www.dominos.com.my/"&gt;order their pizza's online&lt;/a&gt;. They even have special offers for online ordering.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQd0X2DtapI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PxlFtLQRj28/s400/meal_2nd50PerOff.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550533018754312850" /&gt; I'll have to try doing that one day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4828507599540975239-5541177493104389917?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5541177493104389917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5541177493104389917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5541177493104389917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5541177493104389917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/dinner-time-with-dominos-thin-crust.html' title='Dinner time with Domino&apos;s thin crust pizza'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQd0XDYWNFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6pnlwlZ9odA/s72-c/dominologo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2424272139279668129</id><published>2010-12-13T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:27:46.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suju'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siwon'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to find myself still lingering in the dream I was having. It's like it really happened.  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The thing is why on earth did I dream of him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wae? wae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQWuBHp6H3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/CkdKo55Cz9Y/s400/suju-siwon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550033450061930354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CHOI SIWON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? I don't even like him that much.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2424272139279668129?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2424272139279668129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2424272139279668129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2424272139279668129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2424272139279668129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQWuBHp6H3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/CkdKo55Cz9Y/s72-c/suju-siwon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-918641271034825309</id><published>2010-12-13T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:36:38.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Got prawn behind the mee maa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prawn mee anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQUGlqUfjwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CCaydKtZh0M/s1600/kalajengkingmee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQUGlqUfjwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CCaydKtZh0M/s400/kalajengkingmee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549849359889174274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry it's scorpions, and it's not even behind the mee. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pics frm google yaa don't sue me&lt;/span&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/4828507599540975239-918641271034825309?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/918641271034825309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=918641271034825309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/918641271034825309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/918641271034825309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-prawn-behind-mee-maa.html' title='Got prawn behind the mee maa....'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQUGlqUfjwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CCaydKtZh0M/s72-c/kalajengkingmee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-180696092322258760</id><published>2010-12-10T22:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:00:21.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>So beast!</title><content type='html'>Last night I kept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tossing and turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and fell into a dreamless sleep. When I woke up it was 9 am and immediately I went online and checked my result.The butterflies and the violent churning of my stomach dissappeared immediately. It's like a weight have been lifted off my shoulder, a vice grip have been removed from my heart. From now I can sleep well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks god!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway ... &lt;a href="http://www.digi.com.my/whatshot/promotions/kpop/index.do"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEAST/B2ST is coming to Malaysia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Aren't they awesome! So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BEAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQI1lyd5FjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vxct7ajbx4Q/s400/20101123_b2st_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549056614192453170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from top right: Dong Woon,Hyun Seng,Yo Seob, Jun Hyung and from lower right: Ki Kwang and Doo Joon (leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd LOVE for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQI173LKvnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/akNCt7Q-JAg/s400/184002961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549056993413217906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;them to come to Malaysia (Deym you JYP, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;send them to Malaysia Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!).I do love Beast too. So Beast! In the CUBE!! Hahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loike all of them, but my faves are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQI2bEnVvSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ebNt5gNgBQE/s400/194605590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549057529596984610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DongSeob!! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please please somebody is there someone out there that is free on 13th Jan. I really want to go but not alone! Sob sob sob!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like their Soom choreography. And Yo Seob screaming I DON'T KNOWwwwww here is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9bef0945e7ef1410" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9bef0945e7ef1410%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E01DB392AB776B9D72D11F53DA76BDF8D8D20E.2DCA92A4F18A884D71BECAED18997CCCA6C82AA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bef0945e7ef1410%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoY7fGfBble1st-txpKxiUN-vMCA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9bef0945e7ef1410%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E01DB392AB776B9D72D11F53DA76BDF8D8D20E.2DCA92A4F18A884D71BECAED18997CCCA6C82AA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bef0945e7ef1410%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoY7fGfBble1st-txpKxiUN-vMCA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another thing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQI6Msy-bcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ObHDrIzNn3A/s400/x2_1938d5b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549061680731680194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From right: Seung Ho and Thunder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh and I'm anxiously waiting for MBLAQ comeback. I know their album will be amazing. Saranghaeyo SeungHo oppa *muaks*, fighting!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ps:pics frm their twitter owkay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-180696092322258760?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/180696092322258760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=180696092322258760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/180696092322258760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/180696092322258760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-beast.html' title='So beast!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TQI1lyd5FjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vxct7ajbx4Q/s72-c/20101123_b2st_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8986197108542054532</id><published>2010-12-02T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:37:24.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Fractured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdafsK8mZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SF8diIvoBCg/s1600/30112010364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdafsK8mZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SF8diIvoBCg/s400/30112010364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546000966609574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdafUJObMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LdI_nGcdHMY/s1600/30112010368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdafUJObMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LdI_nGcdHMY/s400/30112010368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546000960159902914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdagPC8XgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ETEmQfi2wZc/s1600/30112010369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdagPC8XgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ETEmQfi2wZc/s400/30112010369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546000975971245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who fractured what? &lt;p&gt;I'm actually in KL right now, because several days ago my sis was walking when she slipped and fractured her ankle. She have been inserted with some metal plate and several screws during the operation and now is housebound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just want to share the gory pictures. And cause I'm bored since I'm housebound too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4828507599540975239-8986197108542054532?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8986197108542054532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8986197108542054532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8986197108542054532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8986197108542054532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/fractured.html' title='Fractured'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdafsK8mZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SF8diIvoBCg/s72-c/30112010364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7894292095950222115</id><published>2010-12-02T14:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:54:54.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nov 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banjir'/><title type='text'>Flood in Kedah Nov 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The following are pictures taken in areas near my house in my hometown Alor Setar. My house is located at Taman Rakyat Jalan Sultanah. I lived there for my whole life and I assure you that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It Has Never Been Hit By The Flood Before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alor Setar does not, I repeat, does suffer from flood before this. There's not even a river nearby, and no huge drains too. I wonder where the water comes from, and I heard a lot of conspiracy theories about how this came to happen. The entire area was submerged for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3 whole days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You have to imagine the house condition after being submerged under muddy water for that long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdKc0wCGVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j87jXr9Y-CY/s1600/lorong%2Bpipit%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdKc0wCGVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j87jXr9Y-CY/s400/lorong%2Bpipit%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545983325186955602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdKdJHIJXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/otI0Vpup6jM/s400/lorong%2Bpipit%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545983330652530034" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is Taman Rakyat Jalan Sultanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdG8xR2VQI/AAAAAAAAATo/T5qzLFlyQOU/s1600/syed%2Bomar%2Btenggelam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdG8xR2VQI/AAAAAAAAATo/T5qzLFlyQOU/s400/syed%2Bomar%2Btenggelam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979475964351746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Dato Syed Omar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdG8StQhpI/AAAAAAAAATY/Eo7mWwnbYZ0/s1600/bahiyah%2Btenggelam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdG8StQhpI/AAAAAAAAATY/Eo7mWwnbYZ0/s400/bahiyah%2Btenggelam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979467757815442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdG8ZeHLaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nQUHiMqlo7s/s400/bahiyah%2Btenggelam%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979469573336482" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sultanah Bahiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-337b445971e0a33b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337b445971e0a33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40A666A91703D59E609D2F8F53BA69EE0133E8B5.586CA452D0F993073C45CB27468FE8A30F9085E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337b445971e0a33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpckrMhvxp9MAX93YX-Vc0C28rcA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337b445971e0a33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40A666A91703D59E609D2F8F53BA69EE0133E8B5.586CA452D0F993073C45CB27468FE8A30F9085E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337b445971e0a33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpckrMhvxp9MAX93YX-Vc0C28rcA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This video starts from the entrance to Taman Rakyat and ended near the railway tracks constructions. Which most people said is the main cause of the freak flood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7894292095950222115?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7894292095950222115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7894292095950222115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7894292095950222115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7894292095950222115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/12/flood-in-kedah-nov-2010.html' title='Flood in Kedah Nov 2010'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TPdKc0wCGVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j87jXr9Y-CY/s72-c/lorong%2Bpipit%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7590328872540691863</id><published>2010-08-17T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T01:27:38.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Of huge trees in the middle of the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a while since I've updated my blog, but it's also been a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;very very long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since I've updated my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;X-Files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes today is the day when I have such an &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eerie encounter yet again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First it happened around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.30pm++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after Law class. Me and 3 friends are walking on the streets, back towards our college when a car honked at someone. That someone is on the opposite side of the road of us, and she is wearing a blue baju kurung, holding a red plastic with a polistrene box inside. She is standing still on the sidewalk, and she was staring at the huge ancient tree. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just staring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's late at night? Why would a normal girl would stand all alone in the middle of the darkness staring at an old tree? Aft first i was like, maybe she's stopped to chat on her mobile. I was proved wrong. Cars kept honking at her, and suddenly, she turned around to face the street. I wasn't watching as she turned, but I saw her face when she stared at the honking car. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her face is like frozen, expressionless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The car that was honking at her apparently felt the same way when they&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; speed away lightning fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A friend that saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the way she turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, commented that it was creepy,unnatural, slow and clockwork-like. She stood straight up, stiff,and unmoving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God I knew I have to do something, like do something to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get her out of her catatonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or something. But somehow I'm not that brave. Yet I'm worried about her. People might take that chance to rob her, if they were brave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while, we walked passed her and as I turned back to look at her again, she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have turned back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to stare at the old, huge tree again. As if she was caught in the tree's spell, held captive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We told our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hostel's guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about that incident, and he went to check. We never knew what happened. But when I took a peek at my balcony, where the huge tree is within sight, I saw that there's no one under it. Maybe she went home safely. Maybe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like to warn people, especially girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to never ever walk alone at night. If you really must, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walk in the streetlights, not under darkness, especially under the tree shades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Please. Dangers from being victims of a crime aside... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7590328872540691863?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7590328872540691863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7590328872540691863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7590328872540691863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7590328872540691863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-huge-trees-in-middle-of-night.html' title='Of huge trees in the middle of the night.'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1377591614766536228</id><published>2010-07-25T15:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:17:56.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Wardrobe Wishlist</title><content type='html'>What? Another wishlist? If wishes were Ringgits, I've been a certified multi billionaire a long time ago. &lt;p&gt;Anyway there are several key items that are missing from my wardrobe, and I will keep my eyes open for them in my future shopping sprees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TOP 10 MY WARDROBE MUST HAVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) Tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv4LFzSjdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ycA65pf0vD8/s400/Cotton-Footless-Tights-AE116535-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497760639555374546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I look weird in leggings. I do. Maybe the shape of my legs are not so flattering. So I need more tights. Preferably not too tight (pun intended), not too sheer, made of cotton, will not tear easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) Oversized hairband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv_v37eNFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/w9I4-gTgsgQ/s400/il_430xN.40511080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497768968068150354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bunny ears, huge ribbons (soo blair waldorf), huge flower, hat, crown, furry, feathers, nets. Anything. I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) Animal Prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv4LeMukFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/e51EXrSORcc/s400/ek_ekfxvp60_fastenater_animal_prints.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497760646104518738" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preferred zebra, leopard and snakeskin. New Zealand cow pattern and giraffe also acceptable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Jumpsuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv56VDKGDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lRTJXRVAHeo/s400/_5856768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497762550613940274" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jumpsuit in a flattering cut yet comfortable, in stretchy yet swingy,light fabric. Not the uniform type of jumpsuit please (think mechanics, no offence intended). Not Naruto orange jumpsuit too please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) The boyfriend shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv7UI-LpoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WNVfUvJvfwE/s400/SS510_57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497764093560071810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soft, not too large, not to small. Floral pattern, denim, polka dots, anything. Subtly sexy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Military inspired items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv6_pBtUFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/G4T58GWm5og/s400/16bkcx0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497763741387542610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Military jackets with brass buttons (think MJ, MCR's black parade), camouflage patterns,cargo pants. Get the picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Chilli red plain skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv74cFyOZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fQUDtz1s13w/s400/red-skinny-jeans-300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497764717167524242" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I want it? Because until now I haven't found one in my size :( So if I have it my obsession with it will probably fade away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8)The perfect cardigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv9bAQAHYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Nkc8uW9nvYY/s400/72ce2baa12593139408834.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497766410501234050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long, short, knitted, cotton, swing, edgy. Haven't really found the perfect one for me. The search will go on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9)Vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv93_-LHdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IalyYqrvB-o/s400/womens+tuxedo+vests.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497766908642663890" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The waitress, tuxedo vest. Not the denim, woolen ones, or the life jacket/vest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10)Checkered pants/plaid pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv-_91YnHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uZY2NpXCUOM/s400/img-thing.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497768145019509874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bored of my same old pair of jeans I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ps:photos from google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1377591614766536228?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1377591614766536228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1377591614766536228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1377591614766536228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1377591614766536228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/07/wardrobe-wishlist.html' title='Wardrobe Wishlist'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEv4LFzSjdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ycA65pf0vD8/s72-c/Cotton-Footless-Tights-AE116535-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-177740566557072038</id><published>2010-07-25T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:31:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-177740566557072038?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/177740566557072038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=177740566557072038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/177740566557072038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/177740566557072038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3803420717523047210</id><published>2010-07-22T22:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:08:46.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>My wildest wishlist</title><content type='html'>My birthday is just around the corner, and if I could make a wish from a fairy or something to grant my deepest darkest wish I would like to make an order for these items.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) An unlimited platinum credit card that pays itself automatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhRcfTO9XI/AAAAAAAAANY/CqJ9hlVlHkM/s400/206579_credit_card__gold_and_platinum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496732895086048626" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine the shopping spree I could indulge myself without worrying about paying the bills. But of course the downside is that I can't really go to shops that only accepts cash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) All expense paid trip to Europe for unlimited days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhSgDk0RKI/AAAAAAAAANg/8hlD1iOJdjw/s400/Susten_Pass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496734055874708642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha I always wanted to visit the beautiful places in Germany, England etc. A cool atmosphere makes a great change to the hot and humid weather here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3) Bring One Manga, etc back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhT-NJh05I/AAAAAAAAANo/dyOKdgYWrfA/s400/25708_before.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496735673352311698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One Manga and most of websites hosting scanlations will be removing their contents so NO MORE FREE MANGA READING ONLINE! I do buy manga's but I rely on the online scanlations to get the latest updates on my fave series...and now no more. All I can do is read the out dated copies monthly instead of weekly updates. Good thing is hello Kreko! Gempaq!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4)Doraemon's pocket and it's content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhWPfDZNDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kxC1MrHLEgM/s400/PICT3214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496738169239450674" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doraemon's got a handy pocket, where EVERYTHING can be stored there. And if I have one, I would not have to carry bags everywhere and risk being a victim of peragut! And I do love the items Doraemon have: bamboo copter, anywhere door, time machine etc. Seriously great stuffs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5) A Zettai Kareshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhYY64-bWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/m-1HMAakkto/s400/zettai_kareshi_138_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496740530354023778" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched the series? Read the manga? Watched the anime? Zettai Kareshi translates into Absolute Boyfriend. I don't care if it's a robot as long as it fulfills my criteria for a perfect boyfriend. Heehee. Although I have to admit in the series I loved the human second hero, not the robot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6)An aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhaZZVn5CI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uMqY19j3xt8/s400/klcc_aquaria_ds1_p2_img_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496742737550500898" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really love fishies, and that's why I want one. I want one filled with beautiful, colorful fishes swimming in a huge aquarium. If it can fit a mermaid better! Like this KLCC Aquaria one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7)A laptop that does not explode from 24 hour use. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhcum2SAzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JYbNV3UWeq4/s400/friendskingdom04800x600di5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745300977648434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must be waterproof, shockproof, dustproof, childproof, lightningproof and etc. And can withstand me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8)An attachable-removable yet functional wings. Preferred lightweight with fluffy feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhasgy7QgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W5KcCVTFQ8c/s400/adult_angel_wings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496743065969967618" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why drive when you can just fly? Alternative: Teleportation pad (refer to the sims 3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9)Unlimited and fastest broadband in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhcPJSc9_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-XFMB0ZgbxI/s400/pennypinching_broadband2-thumb-550xauto-13056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496744760466798578" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I explain more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10)Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple thing, but really important. Need no further explanation right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ps:pics from google...&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/4828507599540975239-3803420717523047210?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3803420717523047210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3803420717523047210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3803420717523047210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3803420717523047210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wildest-wishlist.html' title='My wildest wishlist'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhRcfTO9XI/AAAAAAAAANY/CqJ9hlVlHkM/s72-c/206579_credit_card__gold_and_platinum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3944583931817523016</id><published>2010-06-14T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:14:12.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Suddenly I have the urge to buy a new perfume. Why? I'm bored with my old one. And I need something that smells great to pick up my declining mood. But first I need to identify which perfume suits my personality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to here: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;www.marieclaire.com/fragrance-finder/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might like Oriental Fragrances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearless and slightly mysterious, you're drawn to things that are unique, luxurious, and sexy. You like to be in-the-know when it comes to trends, and you're always up for trying something new. This means you need a statement-making fragrance that is rich and instantly recognizable. The sensual notes in oriental scents like amber, patchouli, musk, and vanilla stand out because they're warm and rich. These fragrances are often mixed with bold flower scents like tuberose and jasmine, and can be enhanced with spices or sweetened with sugary notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might also like Floral Fragrances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic taste and style are your hallmarks, and we're betting that you're often described as elegant, charming, and sweet. So it seems only right for you to wear a scent that is as timeless as you. Floral fragrances, which are often associated with romance and femininity, can feature a single bloom or contain an entire bouquet of jasmine, rose, white peony, gardenia, and/or tuberose. Depending on what other aromas they're mixed with, these fragrances can be very flowery, soft and powdery, light and fruity, or even sweet and spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or should I just try for Aquolina Pink Sugar? It's not available in Malaysia though. And it sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhgKMVMKBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E3i7Nwih6bo/s400/o.975.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749073430751250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What kind of perfume should I choose?&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/4828507599540975239-3944583931817523016?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3944583931817523016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3944583931817523016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3944583931817523016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3944583931817523016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfume.html' title='Perfume'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TEhgKMVMKBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E3i7Nwih6bo/s72-c/o.975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6672264008865170098</id><published>2010-06-12T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:01:19.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Donut or sushi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came to our house following the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;report on the robbery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I end up straightening things in my room. It seems that other than rummaging through my undie drawer, they took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;several weird things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. Two deodorants, a cologne, Bio-oil, hair creme, my johnson &amp;amp; johnson lotion. The though of the robber using my stuff gave me stress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stress gave me indigestions. And also an overwhelming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;craving for sweet things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm addicted to sugar. And if I kept following this dark path, in 10 years time I'll get diabetes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay the truth is I was looking through &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two days ago and saw this ad, and I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have to try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TBOfqZ9JT3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WXIqhrt4dRk/s400/Photo+0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481900722310696818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cute isn't it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like donuts? Sushi? Don't really know how to choose from those two? Why not just have both. Introducing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donashi from Big Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM20 for 18 pieces is quite the price, but since I need my sugar fix &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;p.s:still mad at the robber, hopes he/she'll choke on tonight's dinner and suffer horrible diarrhea for two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4828507599540975239-6672264008865170098?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6672264008865170098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6672264008865170098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6672264008865170098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6672264008865170098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/06/donut-or-sushi.html' title='Donut or sushi?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TBOfqZ9JT3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WXIqhrt4dRk/s72-c/Photo+0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1183577098402679049</id><published>2010-06-11T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:17:49.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meluat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Robbery the sequel</title><content type='html'>The title explains it all. My house have been robbed, again. Today at approximately 7.30pm my mom and I came home to find it ransacked. Everything is all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so F****** angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially me when I found out that robber ransacked my undie drawer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far we found out the missing items are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an old tv in the main room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;our astro decoder (&amp;amp;*!* now i can't really watch KBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;an old keris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;two of my rucksack (a Roxy and a Deuter bag.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a set of bank negara first edition silver coin set&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom's perfume collection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom's cleanser (why on earth??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course my undies. I was left with old,torn undies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and counting....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is what the crime scene looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TBOjFpq9w6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JQNmlc3_P4Y/s400/Photo+0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481904488920761250" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No it's not the result of bad housekeeping habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TBOkjJ-FJ-I/AAAAAAAAANI/_qvHslMFgdg/s400/Photo+0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481906095318706146" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The worst thing is this. The open album. The robber has been through the family photo album. Chilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad. Deym the robber. Hey mister robber &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you got hit by an eighteen wheeler and suffer a death so horrifying it would put Final Destination to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1183577098402679049?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1183577098402679049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1183577098402679049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1183577098402679049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1183577098402679049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/06/robbery-sequel.html' title='Robbery the sequel'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TBOjFpq9w6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JQNmlc3_P4Y/s72-c/Photo+0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7592001241695026851</id><published>2010-06-08T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:08:42.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Tag dr Ana (lagi??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ana suka bagi tag kat aku...jd terpaksalah alih bahasa jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. adakah anda rasa anda hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sy tak hot...sy cool (bak kata pepatah xfresh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. upload wallpaper yang anda guna sekarang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TA3yYmgqM1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qruzzi-F1fE/s400/Maybe_It_s_Over_To_The_Left_by_smashmethod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302826048074578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cerita pasal wallpaper tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;penguin tue kiut sgt :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4. bila kali terakhir anda makan pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;beberapa bulan yg lalu di pizza hut alor setar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. lagu paling latest anda dengar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lagu jason derulo in my head kat dlm kete waktu g cari makan tghhari td &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;6. apa yang anda buat selain menyelesaikan tag ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;baca naruto kat onemanga serta minum teh herba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. selain nama sendiri, anda dipanggil nama apa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adik(family), fefe (yg lain2), suraya (ana dan sesiapa yg inginkan pandangan mautku) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;8. tag lagi lapan orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sesiapa 8 orang yg sudi menjawab tag ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. siapakah orang no. 1 kepada anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;laptopku sentiasa adalah my baby my number 1 honey (ooppss laptop bkn org kn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;10.katakan sesuatu kepada orang no.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;saranghae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;11.no. 3 ada hubungan dengan sapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no comment (jawapan artis)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;12. bagaimana pula dengan no.4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wo ai ni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;13. pesanan kepada orang no. 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aishiteru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;14. kata2 cinta untuk orang no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mi amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. adakah no.7 dan no.8 mempunyai persamaan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tiada bagaikan langit dan bumi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;16. berikan 5 perkara yang anda tawu tentang orang yang mengetag anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;suka mengetag org&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suka memanggilku suraya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sama zodiac kot (leo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dh lepas chunin exam (eishh jeles tol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dier mempunyai obsesi dengan dr rozmey (kuikuikui tol kan Ana??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. perasaan anda semasa buat tag ini.&lt;br /&gt;tiada perasaan kot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. adakah anda tau si razman itu sengal.&lt;br /&gt;oyaka..patutlerr (eyh razman tue sapa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. gay or less?&lt;br /&gt;more? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7592001241695026851?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7592001241695026851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7592001241695026851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7592001241695026851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7592001241695026851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/06/tag-dr-ana-lagi.html' title='Tag dr Ana (lagi??)'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/TA3yYmgqM1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qruzzi-F1fE/s72-c/Maybe_It_s_Over_To_The_Left_by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8000009687934136095</id><published>2010-06-03T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:09:35.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Lalala cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to these songs since I've discovered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cinderella's Stepsister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea why I'm so addicted to that drama, maybe because it's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;angsty/ angry /emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? Urgh I really want to know the ending, but KBS World's only showing episode 12 tonight. Taecyeon's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;adorable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in this episode. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesung (Super Junior) –It Has to Be You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11578838-4d6" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romaji lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oneuldo nae gieogeul ttarahemaeda&lt;br /&gt;i gil kkeuteseo seoseongineun na&lt;br /&gt;dasin bol sudo eomneun niga nareul butjaba&lt;br /&gt;naneun tto i gireul mutneunda&lt;br /&gt;neol bogo sipdago&lt;br 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nan neo hanamyeon chungbunhanikka&lt;br /&gt;neo hanaman saranghanikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i wander in my memory&lt;br /&gt;I’m pasing around on the end of this way&lt;br /&gt;You’re still holding me tightly, even though i can’t see you any more&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing my way again&lt;br /&gt;I’m praying to the sky i want see you and hold you more&lt;br /&gt;that i want to see you and hold you more&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be if it’s not you&lt;br /&gt;i can’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;it’s okay if i’m hurt for a day and a year like this&lt;br /&gt;it’s fine even if my heart’s hurts&lt;br /&gt;yes because i’m just in love with you&lt;br /&gt;i cannot send you away one more time&lt;br /&gt;i can’t live without you&lt;br /&gt;it can’t be if it’s not you&lt;br /&gt;i can’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;it’s okay if i’m hurt for a day and a year like this&lt;br /&gt;it’s fine even if my heart’s hurts&lt;br /&gt;yes because i’m just in love with you&lt;br /&gt;my bruised heart&lt;br /&gt;is screaming to me to find you&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;can’t you hear my voice?&lt;br /&gt;to me…&lt;br /&gt;if i live my life again&lt;br /&gt;if i’m born over and over again&lt;br /&gt;i can’t live without you for a day&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one i will keep&lt;br /&gt;you’re the one i will love&lt;br /&gt;i’m…yes because i’m happy enough if i could be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F(x) Luna and Krystal - Calling Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11578839-256" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romaji lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naleul Kkaewooneun Waelowoomae&lt;br /&gt;Jicheobolin Jamaeseo Kkaemyun&lt;br /&gt;Yeojeonhee Utneun Geudaega Saengkaknaseo&lt;br /&gt;Nado Mollae Miso Jitneundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ileotgae Tto Salameun Gago&lt;br /&gt;Aleumdawoon Gaejeoli Omyun&lt;br /&gt;Niganamgin Seulpeumae Geuliwoomae&lt;br /&gt;Naneun Tto Igeolileul Geotneunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru Tto Haru Na Salagadaga&lt;br /&gt;Geudae Ileumae Tto Neunmuli Namyun&lt;br /&gt;Na Chameulsoo Upseo Ileotgae Uteulsoo Upseo&lt;br /&gt;Tto Geudae Ileum Bulleobonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaseumae Nameun Sangcheodo Ijaen&lt;br /&gt;Geudaeileum Ijeulaneundae&lt;br /&gt;Naeipseuleul Ggaemeulgo Chamabado&lt;br /&gt;Naesarang Neohanappooningeol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru Tto Haru Na Salagadaga&lt;br /&gt;Geudae Ileumae Tto Neunmuli Namyun&lt;br /&gt;Na Chameulsoo Upseo Ileotgae Uteulsoo Upseo&lt;br /&gt;Tto Geudae Ileum Bulleobonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuleotji Ahngae Salagadaga&lt;br /&gt;Sarangi Tto Geuliwoolttaemyun&lt;br /&gt;Geudaega Namgin Apeumae&lt;br /&gt;Nado Moleugae Neunmul Heullindae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru Tto Haru Na Salagadaga&lt;br /&gt;Geudae Ileumae Tto Neunmuli Namyun&lt;br /&gt;Na Chameulsoo Upseo (Na Chameulsoo Upseo )&lt;br /&gt;Ileotgae Uteulsoo Upseo&lt;br /&gt;Tto Geudae Ileum Bulleobonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up from the&lt;br /&gt;loneliness that wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;I think about their always smiling face&lt;br /&gt;which makes me smile without knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this another person leaves&lt;br /&gt;and when another beautiful season arrives&lt;br /&gt;with the sadness and longing for you which you left behind&lt;br /&gt;I walk down this street again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day as I live my life&lt;br /&gt;I get teary after hearing his name&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold it in, I can't laugh like this&lt;br /&gt;I try calling his name again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the scar he left on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget his name&lt;br /&gt;although I bite my lips trying to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;my love is only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day as I live my life&lt;br /&gt;I get teary after hearing his name&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold it in, I can't laugh like this&lt;br /&gt;I try calling his name again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life pretending nothing has happened&lt;br /&gt;When I'm longing for love&lt;br /&gt;with the hurt he has left behind&lt;br /&gt;I start to cry without knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day as I live my life&lt;br /&gt;I get teary after hearing his name&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold it in (can't hold it in)&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh like this&lt;br /&gt;I try calling his name again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8000009687934136095?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8000009687934136095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8000009687934136095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8000009687934136095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8000009687934136095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/06/lalala-cinderella.html' title='Lalala cinderella'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3336713401181485521</id><published>2010-05-31T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:02:50.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>my house</title><content type='html'>URL&lt;br /&gt;http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=680034amphouseHash=0bfb1a302c183d389837868d4131173d&lt;br /&gt;IMG&lt;br /&gt;http://drawahouse.com/houses/2010/5/31/680034_t.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you ought to be a leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;freedom lover&lt;/span&gt; and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You l&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ove excitement and create it &lt;/span&gt;wherever you go. You are very&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; tidy person&lt;/span&gt;. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;strong personality&lt;/span&gt; and you like to command, influence and control people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;long for love&lt;/span&gt;. We also see that you are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate&lt;/span&gt;. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3336713401181485521?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3336713401181485521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3336713401181485521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3336713401181485521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3336713401181485521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-house.html' title='my house'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-919760315429666750</id><published>2010-05-18T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:31:14.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genting'/><title type='text'>Genting</title><content type='html'>Today is the day my mom, my sis and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Genting Highlands. &lt;/span&gt;Why? Because we're bored and we have nothing else better to do. And because my sis wanted to go to the chocolate wonderland and snow world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First since it's near to the entrance, we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beryl's chocolate wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was expecting Charlie and the chocolate factory. I was mistaken. The place is seriously overrated. It's small, we finished going around it in about 10 minutes. The only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about it is that you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;buy Beryl's chocolates&lt;/span&gt;. They offer a lot of variety here, and some chocolates I don't think I've seen offered by any ordinary store elsewhere. So if you love chocolates, visit this place and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;buy lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0wvfBXrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDr3nNfGm8Y/s1600/Photo+0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0wvfBXrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDr3nNfGm8Y/s400/Photo+0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472283402960985778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the chocolate eggs here. Lucky it's not real or else I might steal one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to skip most rides and went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the indoor theme park. The ticket price is RM15 (after discounts) and we rushed in to grab the snow coat, snow boots and gloves. My sis and I are the unlucky one to get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold and wet boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not only is it squishy, it smells like other people's sweaty foot. Ewww. Lucky the gloves are warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to enter snow world next time please wear sneakers so you don't have to use their snow boots. Believe me it's disgusting. My mom was lucky since she got a nice dry pair of boots. Oh and if you want to know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;no camera's are allowed&lt;/span&gt; in. If you want photos you have to tell their photographers to snap some pics, and you have to buy them outside. It cost's from RM18 for 4R I think. Such sharp business skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance looks like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meat locker's door&lt;/span&gt;, and upon entering the snow world I feel like I have stumbled in...a freezer. It was -5c and I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;freezing my nose off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I kicked a snow pile and grabbed some of the 'snow. It is like ice shavings mixed with salt. This ain't no snow. But the temperature is really something. The only activity there is the toboggan slide. It's like the water slide only it's ice instead. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;froze my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going down the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bored. We got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;free complimentary yogurt drink&lt;/span&gt; and sipped it to pass the time. Then we went out. Immediately my sis and I threw our boots back to the counter and washed our feet with soap. We went out and since we were famished, we went to a restaurant.&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/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0xExvsJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bb7eEWzdHrg/s1600/Photo+0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0xExvsJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bb7eEWzdHrg/s400/Photo+0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472283408676663442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kung pao chicken with rice. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After eating we went on rides at the outdoor park. I went to queue on the bumper boat ride and I witnessed a teenage boy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fall in the lake&lt;/span&gt; while trying to get off the bumper boat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;plop!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was dragged up by two staff with much difficulty. That made me extra careful boarding the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rides closed down and we all went home. On the way home we stopped by giant batu caves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;buy some groceries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One staff saw the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wristband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I still have on and remarked on it. "Hey, baru balik dr Genting?" Oh my god I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;so embarrassed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0xt6xD8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A1HAO7TB_ZU/s1600/Photo+0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0xt6xD8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A1HAO7TB_ZU/s400/Photo+0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472283419720355778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;So guys remember to remove the wrist tag immediately after leaving Genting to avoid further embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p.s: went home and pengsan till tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-919760315429666750?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/919760315429666750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=919760315429666750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/919760315429666750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/919760315429666750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/genting.html' title='Genting'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S_F0wvfBXrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDr3nNfGm8Y/s72-c/Photo+0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2876531842218006125</id><published>2010-05-15T16:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:13:54.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2PM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Secret obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-5jNm7FYbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xbKvU7Sz01A/s1600/1272533748_poster_E-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-5jNm7FYbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xbKvU7Sz01A/s400/1272533748_poster_E-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471419682739544498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinderella Stepsister &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(cinderella unni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on KBS world the other day and that's when I realised that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taecyeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is already in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I was waiting for his appearance since I saw the trailer and the poster, and when he finally appeared, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;missed the episode&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh what luck. And for now, his debut acting is okay. I mean he's not said much so I can't really comment about it. But I really &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved his character's interaction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with Eun Jo. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella stepsister is a story about...well you guessed it....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;cinderella's stepsister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In here &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;cinderella only had one stepsister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is the main character, Eun Jo. I loved it because the characters here have different facets in their character. Cinderella is loved and adored by all, even the stepmother, hurting Eun Jo in the process. But Cinderella got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;dark side&lt;/span&gt; in her, and although Eun Jo is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and prickly, she got a soft heart. Shows that they are only human with flaws. I really hate selfless characters that is so kind that could shame angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama shows promise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Will try not to miss any future episodes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taecyeon is a member of 2PM famous for their hit Heartbeat. Great song, award winning performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love 2PM&lt;/span&gt;. 2PM is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;secret obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, since I was too shy to confess that I'm a Kpop fan. People would only gape at me, since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;everyone thinks I only listen to MCR&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I listen to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even though I like Taecyeon, I really wish Woo Young would act too. Haha wishfull thinking. I &lt;3 Woo Young Oppa. I &lt;3 Chan Sung too. Gawd I can't choose. They are all hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Samsung Corby ad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and try not to explode from their hotness. Heehee. Man I would do anything to be the girl in the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taecyeon is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;energetic green&lt;/span&gt;, Wooyoung is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;jamaican yellow&lt;/span&gt;, Chansung is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chic black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Nickhun in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cupid pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(my roommate's crush) , Junho and Junsu is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minimal white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;What is your color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a90ed78b0cd298fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da90ed78b0cd298fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56DFCCF2705CCD66C4B9C71212261D4D9D760A9B.7C7E7F363010DE50B704BA78CEF7F51E7015A044%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da90ed78b0cd298fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGQaUSZFqcNvMfp3adpa8tKAOfJE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da90ed78b0cd298fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56DFCCF2705CCD66C4B9C71212261D4D9D760A9B.7C7E7F363010DE50B704BA78CEF7F51E7015A044%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da90ed78b0cd298fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGQaUSZFqcNvMfp3adpa8tKAOfJE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2876531842218006125?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2876531842218006125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2876531842218006125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2876531842218006125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2876531842218006125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret-obsession.html' title='Secret obsession'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-5jNm7FYbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xbKvU7Sz01A/s72-c/1272533748_poster_E-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5687295004884219568</id><published>2010-05-12T19:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:53:46.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Wildlife day?</title><content type='html'>Today as usual I'm driving all around town...after all I'm the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pak Supir&lt;/span&gt;. After that my mom and I went back to kampung. There on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we place outside of the main door,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;an egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No, no one placed it of the sofa. Apparently the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;neighbor's hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thinks it's funny to breed on our sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-qu_ZqcALI/AAAAAAAAALo/mZFmVSQ0rh8/s1600/Photo+0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-qu_ZqcALI/AAAAAAAAALo/mZFmVSQ0rh8/s400/Photo+0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470377101638762674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the good thing is we will eat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main event of today is not the discovery of the fresh egg. No. It's the discovery of a snake! My mom &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;opened the door&lt;/span&gt; to get her shoes when she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;found the snake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wriggling on the road in front of the house. Since she has a massive phobia of snakes (I'm serious, she's seriously hates snakes), she froze on the spot and start yelling, "Ular!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and looked at the snake. It's slim, about 17 inches long, greyish black, and shiny and slimy looking. It's moving slowly towards the oppposite house. My aunt took a peek, and she expertly identified it as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ular Tedung Senduk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or King Cobra / Monocle Cobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-qzzn7bcOI/AAAAAAAAALw/IQcPcHUpXZ8/s1600/260px-Najahaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-qzzn7bcOI/AAAAAAAAALw/IQcPcHUpXZ8/s400/260px-Najahaje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470382396867834082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures courtesy to wikipedia.(didn't snap a picture because I was too busy running around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? A real life cobra? A real life &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;deadly venomous snake?&lt;/span&gt; A snake with a neuro toxin so deadly that you can die because of respiratory failure? I looked at my auntie. She seems sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran to find something to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hit that snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my auntie just kept hitting and hitting that snake. It became mad and raised it's head. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TADA!&lt;/span&gt; It's head expanded, and it's hissing madly. That's when I am dead sure it's a cobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie killed it and threw the corpse in the nearby bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today another snake left the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: oh, by the way, I will be in KL this sunday. Teeheee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-5687295004884219568?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5687295004884219568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5687295004884219568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5687295004884219568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5687295004884219568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/wildlife-day.html' title='Wildlife day?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-qu_ZqcALI/AAAAAAAAALo/mZFmVSQ0rh8/s72-c/Photo+0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5526117109780561082</id><published>2010-05-11T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:21:04.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kavvy baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Classmate week?</title><content type='html'>Got the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kavvy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the service centre today for just a regular checkup. It's the first time I went to that service centre, and my first impression is: it got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A++&lt;/span&gt;.But then the Chevy service center in KL (went there with my sis) got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A+++&lt;/span&gt; from me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing over the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;kavvy keys&lt;/span&gt; to the personnel there me and my mom went window shopping. What else? We have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing to do to pass the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we hate waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the car at the service center. We went to a shopping centre and wander all over the place. While I was distracted by this particular type of dress when &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard someone calling my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jeng jeng jeng its another classmate. (what's with this week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classmate week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) She told me she would start working part-time here starting from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking. Should I do some part time too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kavvy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the service centre (apparently Kavvy got a problem, and the suspension needs to be changed. Another trip to this place will be needed in the future) two hours later and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;went home&lt;/span&gt;. Went to bed and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pengsan until 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then  my mom asked me to buy something from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Went there, did the errands  and rewarded myself with several types of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than ice cream on a hot day like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;p.s:&lt;/span&gt; Today is ssoooo hot! I was sweating like mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-5526117109780561082?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5526117109780561082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5526117109780561082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5526117109780561082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5526117109780561082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/classmate-week.html' title='Classmate week?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8706693362036226769</id><published>2010-05-10T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:49:37.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Shoes shoes shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-gpkwi7arI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JLpKWCdy_pI/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-gpkwi7arI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JLpKWCdy_pI/s400/boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469667458924898994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewatching Lady Gaga's Telephone MV this thing caught my eyes. I know I probably can't walk in those shoes but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I still want to own a pair like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone pweettyy pweesee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Fave quote from that video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Beyonce:&lt;/span&gt; You've been a very bad girl...a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl Gaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8706693362036226769?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8706693362036226769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8706693362036226769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8706693362036226769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8706693362036226769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='Shoes shoes shoes'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-gpkwi7arI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JLpKWCdy_pI/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3222365583505891424</id><published>2010-05-10T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:24:42.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Of landlords and classmates</title><content type='html'>Last night I got a call from the owners of the house I was renting, and kept ranting on and on about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not making payment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and  so on. I was like, chill man, I forgot. Please next time give a reminder first before you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;verbally attac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;k&lt;/span&gt; people okay dear landlords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ut around town&lt;/span&gt; with my mom, running errands. My mom and I went to the hospital so that my mom would get her monthly prescription. After getting tonnes of medicine we went out and suddenly I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;saw one of my classmate on a scooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talking to her little brother (I think). I waved at her and she waved back. Wonder what she's doing in from of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after paying bills and visiting my dad's grave we went to Tesco. There I got another surprise. I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;another classmate&lt;/span&gt;. Ex-classmate actually since she dropped out last year. She was carrying a baby. She is alone with the baby. I actually walked behind an aisle to avoid her since I know she won't be glad seeing me. Seeing her reminds me of all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;drama&lt;/span&gt; we all went through last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 2 and 2 together? All our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;speculation&lt;/span&gt; last semester seemed to be true? Or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3222365583505891424?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3222365583505891424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3222365583505891424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3222365583505891424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3222365583505891424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-landlords-and-classmates.html' title='Of landlords and classmates'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-468183681788759756</id><published>2010-05-09T14:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:01:39.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Broke my cellphone</title><content type='html'>I dropped my SE K770i on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;toilet floor&lt;/span&gt; during my finals last week, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cracked the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. First it was just a hairline fracture about 2 or 3 inches long, but it got longer day by day. By now the screen is cracked into two separate sections and one section is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone who wants to contact me...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.just forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Until I got it repaired or buy a new hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note 2 days ago my brother and sister in law and my niece and nephews went back to kl already. Hah. Now when they are gone the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;house is quiet!&lt;/span&gt; And I finally have time to online! Handling 3 kids at the same time, is not something I can handle. Seriously. It's not that I don't like kids. It's just ...I don't know....Too exhausting I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. People say marry at haste, repent at leisure. I say reproduce at haste, repent in pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my friend &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mazlin Aziz....HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-468183681788759756?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/468183681788759756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=468183681788759756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/468183681788759756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/468183681788759756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/broke-my-cellphone.html' title='Broke my cellphone'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4754766789950491392</id><published>2010-05-02T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:07:13.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating in a while &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(a long while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because ... *drumroll* I actually forgot my password. Wheee. Go Fefe Go! When you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;get older your brains cells dies&lt;/span&gt; rapidly and you forgot things...like blogspot passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start posting frequently soon since it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; starting from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4754766789950491392?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4754766789950491392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4754766789950491392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4754766789950491392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4754766789950491392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6882907865193059106</id><published>2009-07-21T00:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:39:50.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The happening</title><content type='html'>The happening? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What happened&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been lazy lately. Haven't been updating in a while. I'm a sporadic updater anyway. But something that happened just a few hours back have been playing again and again in my head. I just have to write it down so I would never forget it. Ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 7, and it's getting dark. The sun is setting and the day is getting dark. My friends and I were walking back from eating( at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;CT Yana Tomyam&lt;/span&gt; for your information, and the food are good. Just avoid them when there are a lot of people, the service will became sluggish.) Our stomachs are full, we were happy because we have a great day today, and we were walking on the walkway in front of the library when suddenly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we saw something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At closer look, there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lying face up on the tar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; road near the library entrance. I quickly ran to her when I saw that she's having this weird kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt;. In my mind I was like "OMG!! She's epileptic!". The four of us kneels around her, wringing our hands in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, knowing that we should do something but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't really know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor girl was having this difficulty in breathing and she's moaning like she's in great pain. Honestly at that particular time my mind is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just looking at people and asking, "what should we do??". There's this guy with a plain black tee on kept giving suggestions and handing us &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vics Vaporub&lt;/span&gt;. He told us to rub it here and there and then just &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;stare at us&lt;/span&gt; while we're working. There's also this guy with a white tee on that kept looking at us and asking the black tee guy what's wrong with her. He answered that she may be asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that particular time a lot of things happened. The girl kept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;moaning in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her foot is pale so I kept rubbing them. We took out our phone and calling anyone we know and finally I called a number and asked for the security office to send an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the library. My friend found the girl's phone in her jeans and asked for the security password. The girl feebly took the phone and unlocked it and asked us to call this particular person, which didn't answer the phone anyway. We looked at her matrix card for her information. A friend rummage through her bag for any medication. We asked the girl and she said she has no medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;difficulty in breathing&lt;/span&gt; and in pain. She was crying too. More and more people are surrounding us. They kept asking us what happened, where we've went and so on as if it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;our fault&lt;/span&gt; she's having this seizure. It's tiring to say that we don't even know the girl, we just found her lying there in this condition already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is (I only found out after I've discussed with my friends) she seemed to calm down at times, and seemed to be struggling and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;clutching at her throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as if there's someone strangling her. She seemed to feel pain somewhere near the lower neck, and I blurted out, I think it's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart attack.&lt;/span&gt; Someone just smirked at my remark. She seemed worse when it's the time of the azan. Particularly the "Allahuakbar!" part. That's when her struggling &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;got worse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at her feet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;rubbing her legs and feet t&lt;/span&gt;o get her circulation moving again. Her nails are still blue. And suddenly I heard someone told me to massage somewhere at her ankle. She told me that's where it is? I took my panicked brain to process the information, and the one that smirked at my 'heart attack' statement suddenly looked sharply and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? What is at the ankle? I kept massaging till a lightbulb went on in my brains. Maybe it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;THAT THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;took a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get here. I called the security centre again and they told me they've called the ambulance and they are on the way. She kept moaning and clutching at her throat. Sometimes she got tired and fainted. We were scared that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she died on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till we checked her pulse and breathing. Finally the guards came and we picked her up and placed her in the security's ride. When I let go of her feet (I'm the one who hoisted her feet up) I took a quick look at her face. She's staring at me, and her eyes are red. We closed the car door, left a friend to keep her company, picked our stuff and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, the three of us discussed what happened, and the fate of her and our friend that went to accompany her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what really happenned back there? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-6882907865193059106?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6882907865193059106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6882907865193059106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6882907865193059106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6882907865193059106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/07/happening.html' title='The happening'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1647487907673424252</id><published>2009-07-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:13:29.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To new beginnings</title><content type='html'>What do I have to say? The end of day one, and tons have happened. Old things ended, new things emerging, mixing them throughly. I would lay down the groundworks, but a hurricane always came and uproots everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations are everchanging, and thing are not as always, but one thing is, I am still me. The old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. The one who loves writing obsecure things is still WYSWYG. Take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1647487907673424252?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1647487907673424252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1647487907673424252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1647487907673424252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1647487907673424252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-new-beginnings.html' title='To new beginnings'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7401066692071672049</id><published>2009-06-27T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:00:02.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Tremors</title><content type='html'>Reading through my last post, I finally realized what I have been feeling back then was probably &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a premonition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of what obstacles that are coming in my life. With a sinking feeling I realized that I probably was expecting this blow to come to me. To us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very emotional person. I don't show my emotions frequently. People said that I'm very emotionless, most of the time.Today I look emotionless, but inside I'm shaking. Slightly. Not too much. Just a slight tremor. But I'm still shaken to the core. It all started on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; things are never the same&lt;/span&gt; since that day. The house is filled with forced laughter, sudden silences, faked cheerfulness, distant looks and not to mention the oppressive atmosphere permeating through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to break this awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what people say about money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy a house buy not a home. You can buy medicine but you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't never buy health.&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/4828507599540975239-7401066692071672049?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7401066692071672049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7401066692071672049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7401066692071672049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7401066692071672049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/06/tremors.html' title='Tremors'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-18447795592806104</id><published>2009-06-07T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:10:01.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Full moon</title><content type='html'>Is it my imagination? Tonight&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is extra bright. It illuminates the dark skies and the stars are shining brightly. It may be cliche, but the stars are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; like diamonds&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months, or maybe years since I stopped and stare at the night skies like what I did tonight. I have forgotten how to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enjoy simple things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel terrible. When have I become like this? Jaded and sceptic to the core. Things like this I loved when I was a kid have been forgotten as I grew older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly. There's something different tonight. It's like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; an oversight&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't put my finger on this feeling. As I stare at the beautiful night sky I couldn't help feeling something. I try to process the feeling but my brains couldn't come with an answer. It's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A premonition. Like a deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like there's werewolves or vampires roaming around. My life is not like Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I will&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; enjoy the full moon&lt;/span&gt; till it fades again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-18447795592806104?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/18447795592806104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=18447795592806104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/18447795592806104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/18447795592806104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/06/full-moon.html' title='Full moon'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8720889019262479554</id><published>2009-06-06T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:40:16.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Life is full of disappointments</title><content type='html'>Yes I know. Life is full of disappointments. It ain't a bed of roses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It ain't always pretty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that particular fact doesn't really help reduce the hurt though. No matter what I say to myself, don't get your hopes to high, don't have any expectations, hope for the best and prepare for the worst, etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I told that to myself&lt;/span&gt; over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still when the time comes, disappointment struck me to the core and I got&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yet again. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being hurt so. I hate it, but I doesn't really makes any difference and it will never cease. It will keep coming and coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it get better in time? Will I look back when I'm older to laugh at this pointless battle against life's challenges? Will it cease to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to depend on other people. I really don't. I think that&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can only depend on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and if I disappoint myself, I only have myself to blame, and that thought can push me to work harder to not do so to myself. If I depend on other people, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; depend on other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of one person in my life kept disappointing me since I was small and the worst thing is, that person doesn't even knew it and kept doing it again and again. And I knew that it will not change. And I knew that if i have to depend on that person again I will be let down yet again. I don't want to depend on that person again but this situation will continuously pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I kept hoping that this time it's not gonna be like the past. This time &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it's different&lt;/span&gt;. This time I will not be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be let down yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this cycle ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;some people never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8720889019262479554?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8720889019262479554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8720889019262479554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8720889019262479554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8720889019262479554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-full-of-disappointments.html' title='Life is full of disappointments'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3309410092320103196</id><published>2009-06-03T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:42:08.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SiaDydvNcLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/twAN0mSWZKU/s1600-h/awardblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SiaDydvNcLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/twAN0mSWZKU/s400/awardblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343102910921011378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebab Ana bagi award punya pasal...kne tuka tema blog nie skit...kne tulis bm plakk...okeh2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 fakta menarik tentang Ana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana adalah seorang manusia yg tinggi lampai...malah lebih tinggi dr tuan empunya blog ini! Ya! Tinggi dan kurus. Leh jadik model la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia adalah seorang yg suka brgambar,menangkap gambar org lain, menangkap gambar makhluk2 lain contohnya seperti merak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dier juga suka mengedit gambar dan meletakkannya di tagged atau blognya. Jadi berhati2lah bila dier mengambil gambar anda,kerana anda mungkin akan femes di profil tagged Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dier suka bertagged. Insaflah Ana. Berubahlah kepada facebook yg mempunyai lebeh banyak features yg lebeh menarik dr tagged. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peminat Bunkface! Atau segala2 muzik2 indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 fakta pelik pasal aku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Tinggiku 168.Ingin menjadi lebih tinggi dr itu agar dapat menewaskan Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Rambutku kini pendek. Akibat salah komunikasi di salun. Nasib baik sme kte rambut nie mcm Matahari/Agnes Monica/Jelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Boyfriendku adalah laptopku. Tanpa laptopku bagaikan tiada matahari menerangi duniaku.Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Akan menjadi tidak keruan jika tiada internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Benci matematik. Benci! Benci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Hanya gila berfacebook tiap2 hari sebab nak main Mafia Wars jer.Org add ke bagi mesej ke nk berkenalan ke maaf aku tak layan, melainkan ianya melibatkan Mafia Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Waktu cuti mcm nie tiap2 hari berhibernasi jer. Tido makan tido makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Gila game.Tambah2 yg bunuh2 monster pastu level up. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Tak ske giler makan kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Ske baca buku citer. Tapi maaf ye buku cintan2 tak dilayan. Buku Stephen King ke Dean Koontz ke haaa tu baru layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 blogger yg trima award ni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa...ni susah nie....jd spe2 yg nk amek award nie sila2....amek je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sekian trima kaseehhh!!&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/4828507599540975239-3309410092320103196?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3309410092320103196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3309410092320103196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3309410092320103196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3309410092320103196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/06/award.html' title='Award....'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SiaDydvNcLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/twAN0mSWZKU/s72-c/awardblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2050354087898162003</id><published>2009-05-10T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:28:08.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>why I hate the police...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnaqFIzvCCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnaqFIzvCCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the police in the uniform and the police in the white/blue shirts. Truly appalling behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2050354087898162003?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2050354087898162003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2050354087898162003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2050354087898162003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2050354087898162003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-hate-police.html' title='why I hate the police...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2323750497600009971</id><published>2009-05-04T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:48:25.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>I'm like a junkie going through withdrawal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="news-entry"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;Reminder: No WSJ and Others this week &lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;span class="entry-postedby"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p&gt;There will be no Weekly Shonen Jump this week due to the Golden Week holidays in Japan. As such, Naruto,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;One Piece, Bleach, D.Gray-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Eyeshield 21, and other WSJ series will not be coming out until next week.&lt;br /&gt;Many other publications will also be on break due to this holiday and so other weekly favorites such as Fairy Tail and HSD Kenichi are also not coming out this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fans of D.Gray-Man, please note that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;author is sick&lt;/span&gt; and releases are on hold again. Releases will not return for a while. Hopefully she will get better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That was posted on One Manga 2 days ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my favorite series are left with cliffhangers too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt;....what will happen to Hitsugaya? And the rest? Will Rangiku survive that terrible wound?And Yammy is number zero espada? And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;did Ulquiorra really die?&lt;/span&gt; (Deep inside I hoped Inoue did ressurrect Ulquiorra back. I don't want him to die! Nooo....And Inoue and Ulquiorra did have some chemistry together...) And what happened to Grimmjow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kubo Tite really left the greatest cliffhanger ever! Urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;One Piece&lt;/span&gt;.....Will Luffy get to Ace in time before he arrive at the execution site? Or will he have to storm the Marine Headquarters? Will he met Whitebeard? And Redhair Shanks? And will his nakama be there too? I'm missing them so much, especially Brooke's skeleton/dead jokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I thought that the  Water 7/Enies Lobby arcs are the best...little did I know Eichiro Oda have greater surprise in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention D.Gray-Man is on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they said that Hitman Reborn will be on hiatus too I'll shoot them down. Really. I'm like on withdrawal now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need my manga fix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4828507599540975239-2323750497600009971?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2323750497600009971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2323750497600009971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2323750497600009971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2323750497600009971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-like-junkie-going-through-withdrawal.html' title='I&apos;m like a junkie going through withdrawal...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7556536076277993172</id><published>2009-04-26T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:19:27.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>After exams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There are several types of people with  several different ways in behaving after exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1)"Can't wait to get away from the exam halls" type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are the one that handed over their answers way earlier than most people. They will then pack their bags and go. They are either too smart and know all the answers already. OR they couldn't answer so instead of wasting time trying to bluff their way to pass the paper,give up and go home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2)The sleep deprived type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yawning is an important sign. Their red, bleary, panda eyes is a dead giveaway too. They will search for the nearest bed to get their much needed beauty sleep as soon as they finished their exams. They probably spend the whole night studying or they just love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)The go out have fun type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the exam and then swoosh, they're already heading out. Shopping, hanging out, having fun doing everything they will do except for studying. You will find them in the malls, in the restaurants, the beach, the nightclub, anywhere to forget about that disastrous exam they just had and to release some stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4)The eating type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forsake eating for studying. So that's why immediately after exams they will head to the nearest food court/outlet/shop/stall to eat. And sometimes because the exam are held in early in the morning so some people don't really wake up early to eat breakfast first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5)The quiet psychotic type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could see a dark cloud hovering over them. They are quiet, looking like their world have ended already. They will not utter a single word, and when people ask about their exam they just give you a "ask-again-and-you're-dead-meat" stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6)The ask-a-lots type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will happily go to anyone and just to ask how did you do in the exams. Or how do you answer question bla bla. Or isn't the facilitator hot? And after you answered they will find some other people to ask the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7) The confident and  dean's list people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aura of confidence emanating from them are overwhelming. During the exam they are seen writing at top speed, with no break. They are the one who reads the questions calmly. Their answer booklet will be overflowing with answer.They will observe the hustle bustle around you and smile in their mysterious way of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8) The drama type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones wringing their hands in despair, proclaiming loudly to anyone who would listen that they are doomed to fail, or doomed to repeat the paper because of a variety of reasons. Then they will swoon and faint to everyone's surprise.  Or burst in tears that would drown the earth.Drama with a capital D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9) The checking the answers type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after they went outside they will whip out their notes, books or slide show printouts to check their answers. They will they yell with joy of with despair. It depends whether their answer are correct or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10)The couldn't care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types will go out with their expressionless face, looking disinterestedly at other people and then went off to wherever their destination is without any care in the world. Heck they may not bring anything to the exams except for a pen and an eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11) The  I-Couldn't-Answer-Why-Can't-I-Answer-I-Studied-My-Ass-Off-Its-Not-Fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? They will whine all day long. They will tone down until the next exam that will set them off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I got 3 more papers to take. I'll observe and add to this list again! Heheh evil me. Till then sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7556536076277993172?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7556536076277993172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7556536076277993172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7556536076277993172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7556536076277993172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-exams.html' title='After exams...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3329504849464854348</id><published>2009-04-25T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:32:06.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Just found it interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brief Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;strong but very emotional and sensitive&lt;/span&gt;. They can get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; over things that they believe to be right or true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positive Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovable, alluring, warm-hearted, altruistic, honourable, hard-working, pleasant, independent, engaging, dynamic and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;idealist sweetie pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;---What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negative Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rash, hot-headed, reckless, infatuated, quarrelsome, caustic, moody, predatory, rebellious, disobedient and irreverent rascals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Description of All Tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do not find worth in power or money&lt;/span&gt;. They will be completely honest about how they feel and expect the same of you. On the other hand, they seek approval from peers and family. Generally, because of their charming personalities Tigers are well liked. Often, failing at a given task or being unproductive in his personal or professional life can cause a Tiger to experience a depression. Criticism from loved ones can also generate this type of Tiger reaction. Still, like all felines, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers always land on their feet&lt;/span&gt;, ready for their next act in life, pursuing it with unyielding energy and hunting it infallibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers are also incorrigibly competitive - they simply cannot pass up a challenge, especially when honor is at stake, or they are protecting those they love. Tigers are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt; and it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;unwise to underestimate their reactions&lt;/span&gt;. They &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;may appear cool&lt;/span&gt;, but they have the Big Cat's instincts to pounce at a moment's warning. Natural leaders, they have a strong sense of their own dignity, and if they find themselves in the ranks, they can be stubborn and obstinate. In positions of power they can be difficult though stimulating bosses. Tigers are intelligent, alert, and farsighted. They have their fingers on the pulse. Good strategists and tacticians, they often have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hidden agenda&lt;/span&gt;. As long as they do not risk their luck too often, and keep their restless nature under control, their tactics usually pay off in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detailed Description of The Fire Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eccentric and dramatic&lt;/span&gt;, Fire Tigers are aglow with passion and verve. They are outgoing, expressive and look on the bright side of things. They have the Tiger's natural ability to lead others and are able to excite others simply with their own gift of enthusiasm. They can be funny and have great senses of humor. Tigers are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;powerful speakers&lt;/span&gt; and have the ability to command and persuade crowds through speech. Their own seemingly endless supply of energy can make them appear &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a bit dramatic&lt;/span&gt;, and it may make them more sensitive to cautious or down-to-earth approaches in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tiger Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredibly sexy people, beautiful to most people and sensually romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;---I found this statement hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. They are spontaneous lovers who never lose their creative spark or flare for an evening of passion. They offer their partner&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a hint of danger and exhibit a curiosity for the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3329504849464854348?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3329504849464854348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3329504849464854348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3329504849464854348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3329504849464854348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-found-it-interesting.html' title='Just found it interesting...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6269659187159918871</id><published>2009-04-25T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:57:07.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>The arrogance of that guy....</title><content type='html'>What would you do if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy arrogantly thought that you were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;looking at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the fact is that you were looking at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his hot best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in this situation. You were eating nasik lemak with a group of friends when you suddenly spot this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of yours waiting outside of his classroom with his classmates. He sported a new haircut, which you haven't seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You immediately told your friends to look at his and his new haircut. They squealed excitedly and scrambled for their glasses. You were as excited too. Hey, you got a crush on that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn to take another look you found yourself being &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stared down by his best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If he were Cyclops all of us were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another day you were hanging out with your friends and were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suddenly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bounces off your face&lt;/span&gt; to land in your friend's unfinished food. And at that very moment he came to the table next to us and he presumed that we were laughing in joy for his arrival there.&lt;br /&gt;And from that moment of he kept his sight on us but he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pretended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that he was not looking at us. He's like using his peripherals to look at us, while pretending to be engrossed his the conversation around his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's thinking he's such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to be the talk of our group. I bet he's thinking he's so much better than us but he'll enjoy the spotlight anyway,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;preening like a peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;under what he though was our love-filled gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to tell you mister. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It wasn't about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Duhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to describe how &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am with him on that day. I guess I'll forgive him for having such a hot guy friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-6269659187159918871?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6269659187159918871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6269659187159918871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6269659187159918871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6269659187159918871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrogance-of-that-guy.html' title='The arrogance of that guy....'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7348253939192697304</id><published>2009-04-04T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:25:08.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The night when everything went wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It happened on a Thursday almost a week ago, but I feel a need to translate that experience into words on this blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything went wrong that night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dead cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, a huge, dead cow, lying on the road, in the darkness of the night, it's dead eyes and broken neck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;staring straight at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the car's headlight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Creepy is an understatement. That is beyond creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My immediate reaction is to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;swerve&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately turned my steering wheel left and avoided hitting the carcass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lucky me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unlucky cow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little did I know the string of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not going to end just yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few kilometres, I saw a hazard light signal on the road. I slowed down just to see two pakciks waving to us and gesturing to a huge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fallen across the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the weird thing is that night, there's no thunderstorm or anything that would have caused that particular tree to happen to fall on that particular road on that particular night when I was driving. And if it doesn't smell fishy I don't know what it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third times the charm. That what's people say. And I really believe it. Not to mention that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad luck comes in threes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Call me superstitious or anything, but usually events happening around me follows that formula to the dot. Self-fulfilling prophecy or whatever it is, that night proves that three is not a very good number to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just about to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the car after sending my passenger back to her home when the right tyre went down and the car went crack. I tried to reverse again but it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Great. Just my luck to get stuck there when I have to get back in 45 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7348253939192697304?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7348253939192697304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7348253939192697304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7348253939192697304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7348253939192697304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-where-everything-went-wrong.html' title='The night when everything went wrong...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4960084467413847620</id><published>2009-04-04T15:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:33:25.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>The police are everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate police. I really do. I have nothing but bad experiences with them. Proof are from my previous post and in my friendster blog. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I detest them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine to my surprise when I came back to the SP town i found it overrun by them. The huge Martek PDRM near the road to Tesco are filled to the brim with them. And today at every junction in my way to CS there's at least one traffic police standing there observing the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are everywhere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the final straw is the FRU truck. I hate the sight of them. But it's the first time I saw them in Kedah. I mean in KL it's normal. In SP it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an abomination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just stared at the passing FRU truck in front of me, heading somewhere to Bukit Selambau i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sweating *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posters are put up everywherein the SP town. Feels like another general election. Traffic are congested at the toll plaza. Never in my experience having to queue up for so long at a toll, and having Touch n Go really doesn't help. The town are filled with cars from out of town. Filled to the brim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to mention there's this notice put up forbidding students to venture out on the 7th and being involved in anything regarding the by election. Like I want to. There's really no need for such notices to be out anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish 7th of April will go by quickly. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;too disruptive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my peace of mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4960084467413847620?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4960084467413847620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4960084467413847620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4960084467413847620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4960084467413847620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/04/police-are-everywhere.html' title='The police are everywhere!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8008186616384233756</id><published>2009-03-25T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:34:46.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Crazy Cat</title><content type='html'>This morning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a crazy black and white cat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was hanging around us when I was eating &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasik Lemak Sotong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(delicious!). It was meowing like crazy. Suddenly it went quiet. And i felt something on my feet. I looked down and there it was, licking my shoes. Licking like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone threw food at it. It ignored the food and kept licking. I felt a wet spot, getting bigger by the minute, on my canvas shoes. I moved my feet and it ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crazy cat. What's so good bout licking my shoes anyway?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just posting this now since the internet connection is good. And to warn people of &lt;strong&gt;THE CRAZY LICKING CAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8008186616384233756?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8008186616384233756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8008186616384233756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8008186616384233756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8008186616384233756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-cat.html' title='Crazy Cat'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6785727903051665748</id><published>2009-03-19T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:37:50.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainwash'/><title type='text'>Brainwashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that the higher level education institutions are not supposed to be involved in any form of political movement or whatnot. But what's with next's weeks compulsory Ketuanan Melayu ceramah? And please don't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that it doesn't have anything to do with politics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so obviously &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyway. Say no to racism!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop trying to brainwashing us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us learn in peace, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-6785727903051665748?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6785727903051665748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6785727903051665748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6785727903051665748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6785727903051665748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/brainwashing.html' title='Brainwashing'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5821184842671559903</id><published>2009-03-13T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:47:26.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Mr C</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I need you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed you terribly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you I'm restless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Filled with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; unbearable pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chi Kit Teck Aun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PS: Stewwpidd Diarhoea.&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/4828507599540975239-5821184842671559903?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5821184842671559903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5821184842671559903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5821184842671559903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5821184842671559903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-c.html' title='Mr C'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3831952273975638889</id><published>2009-03-11T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:43:13.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dokidoki'/><title type='text'>Mr Z</title><content type='html'>I was at the library...when suddenly I felt like I have to look at the stairways, and lo behold, there he came up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;stairways&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me for a second, and looked away. I probably was looking super shocked anyway. Not to mention shabby looking at that particular time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking great today. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching him. I hope he wouldn't notice it. And I hope this feeling won't grow into something I can't really have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Mr Z. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope to see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS:To those who have guessed who is Mr Z is (you know who you are)....hush hush okay? Hehe&lt;/span&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/4828507599540975239-3831952273975638889?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3831952273975638889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3831952273975638889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3831952273975638889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3831952273975638889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-z_11.html' title='Mr Z'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1861347305175631670</id><published>2009-03-08T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:00:50.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Kenduri</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a kenduri. It is at Jalan Golf.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived there about 1 and suddenly, there's a lot of RELA officers signaling frantically to our car, while making a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; signal. When I turned around to my shock I could see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tons of police bikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; escorting a tinted car. I finally realized that I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;blocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way of THE RAJA MUDA of KEDAH!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove to the parking lot. Me and my auntie get off the car and walked to the canopy. Suddenly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another entourage of police bikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drove past us and stopped near the gates of the house. And&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Guess who stepped out of the car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sultan and the Sultanah of Kedah. And behind them is their daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I got a close look at them. Really close. They are only two steps away from me. The Sultanah's dress are lovely I must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daulat Tuanku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I know now that my relatives are quite the VIP. I know they are Datuk's and Datin's, but although they are not active anymore they are still powerful enough to invite the royalty to their wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met another relative attending the kenduri. She told us that our timing is perfect. The car in front of us is actually the MB of Kedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Still sweating over the incident*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I would like to wish a very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;bestest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rabiatul Basria. I'm sorry I couldn't meet with you today because I have to go to this particular kenduri. Next time okay? I want to blanja you Secret Recipe. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1861347305175631670?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1861347305175631670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1861347305175631670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1861347305175631670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1861347305175631670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/kenduri.html' title='Kenduri'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-9094621461607872749</id><published>2009-03-01T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:30.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dedicate this song to the one who introduced this to me.&lt;br /&gt;To Lilik,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Hehheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in mine, into your icy blues&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway&lt;br /&gt;With this trunk of ammunition too&lt;br /&gt;I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;To let you know just how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;And after all the things we put each other through and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would drive on to the end with you&lt;br /&gt;A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like there's nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I mean it&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know just how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;As snow falls on desert sky&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how much you mean&lt;br /&gt;As days fade, and nights grow&lt;br /&gt;And we go cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end, until this pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;Until this, I mean this, I mean this&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how much you mean&lt;br /&gt;As days fade, and nights grow&lt;br /&gt;And we go cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, we'll show them&lt;br /&gt;We'll show them all how much we mean&lt;br /&gt;As snow falls on desert sky&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of every...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we are, all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is bullets I mean this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever&lt;br /&gt;Know how much I want to show you you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down&lt;br /&gt;And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/11DemolitionLovers.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-9094621461607872749?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/9094621461607872749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=9094621461607872749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/9094621461607872749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/9094621461607872749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-chemical-romance-demolition-lovers.html' title='My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-198532160616686200</id><published>2009-03-01T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:36:01.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dokidoki'/><title type='text'>Mr Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Z...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today. I was about to step out of a mart when he was about to step in the same mart, Both of us were startled. I made a whatever face and turned away from him. He brush me aside and stepped in the mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Drama drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare look at him. He's so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and looking at him for a certain period of time will make me hyperventilate. My heart goes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;doki doki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for startling you Mr Z. I find you attractive so that's why I'm so sombong towards you. Yet from afar I'll always be watching you. (now I sound like a stalker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-198532160616686200?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/198532160616686200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=198532160616686200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/198532160616686200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/198532160616686200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-z.html' title='Mr Z'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8434448632535200931</id><published>2009-03-01T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:20:13.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meluat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8434448632535200931?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8434448632535200931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8434448632535200931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8434448632535200931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8434448632535200931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiven-they-are-forgiven.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4255387063555562344</id><published>2009-02-21T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:19:54.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meluat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I can't believe the audacity of some people...</title><content type='html'>This happened two days ago, but until now I'm still&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; burning&lt;/span&gt; over the memories of that fateful Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap that episode for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited two of my friends to go out, to have fun, let me call them friend A and B (identities kept secret for my own sake). And a friend unashamedly invited herself and included another friend in the invitation (named friend C and D). I didn't mind at first, after all, the more the merrier. They were going to the bus station, so i thought hey, why not send them too. Killing two birds with a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was okay until I have to wait for about an hour for friend C and D to show up at the meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend A and B are already seething in rage. I'm still simmering in quiet and slow burning anger. Luckily a friend E came and we were chatting happily. And we invited friend E to come along. So then we were six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived, they are full of excuses. With no apologies. All excuses, not a bit regretful, ashamed or even sorry that they made us wasted our time to wait for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Didn't you hate it when it happened? I loathe it. Despite it. ABHORS IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the police&lt;/span&gt; picked that very time to stop our car. And to his delight he found that we are overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend C and D kept giving excuses, cajoling and pleading with the policemen. I kept silent. Cause I saw one of the policemen (there were two there) noticed a sticker on the windshield and tapped the other police to point it out to him. And that to that sticker they were a little apprehensive towards giving me a ticket. And true to my observance he nagged at us and let us go scot free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Its my fault I know. &lt;/span&gt;I shouldn't have invited too many people to ride with me. I've learnt my lesson the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we arrived at the Karaoke. Aor pit stop before sending C and D to the bus station. And needless to say I have to pay for them first. In the karaoke room this fella, friend C kept &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hogging the mike&lt;/span&gt;. I've queued 3 of my must-sing-at-karaoke-songs to sing and she pressed the 'skipped the song' . SO I only get to sing one song and she got to sing her song soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; burning up in rage&lt;/span&gt; by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she trully hogged the mike. She sushed everyone and forced us to listen to her singing alone. And when I was dueting with friend A (we were really into the song), and halfway she pressed the 'next song' button. Both of us were shocked into silence. Me and friend A are truly bummed and when she was singing her 4th song (of 5th, I lost count) we pressed the 'next song' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serve her right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked her and friend D to pay, they gave me all kind of excuses. And by this time I knew that weren't going to pay me a single cent and they were really trying to freeload off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ticks me off&lt;/span&gt;. And I wasn't going to ask for the fare, or petrol money from any of them. But since I knew that friend C and D are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freeloaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I decided that, by hook or by crook, they are going to pay me. I'm going to be an evil loan shark. They will PAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only they were freeloading, they were insensitive and selfish to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WILL PAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little that they know messing with me is like messing with a hornet's nest. Be prepare to be stung!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4255387063555562344?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4255387063555562344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4255387063555562344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4255387063555562344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4255387063555562344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-audacity-of-some-people.html' title='I can&apos;t believe the audacity of some people...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2361930984612930549</id><published>2009-02-07T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:37:04.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>My cake goes splat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SY0rXqTW-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVVu_se0i5A/s1600-h/DSC00313.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/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SY0rXqTW-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVVu_se0i5A/s400/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299940021977414386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yogurt secret recipe cake. Went splat. The top part separated itself from the bottom part. Sob3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2361930984612930549?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2361930984612930549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2361930984612930549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2361930984612930549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2361930984612930549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cake-goes-splat.html' title='My cake goes splat!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SY0rXqTW-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVVu_se0i5A/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7821919242205357886</id><published>2009-01-07T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:58:50.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and rain.</title><content type='html'>Nowadays the weather are quite hot. Burning hot. Melting my brains into a mush. And in the afternoons, it rained. Rained cats and dogs.  Till Kelantan are having floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be cool like Cameron highlands all the time. I like misty weathers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7821919242205357886?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7821919242205357886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7821919242205357886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7821919242205357886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7821919242205357886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-and-rain.html' title='Sunshine and rain.'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2209547325069916303</id><published>2009-01-03T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:47:26.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Left alone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-xQZoHlcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5b1X7j_4M8/s1600-h/P9180699.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/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-xQZoHlcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5b1X7j_4M8/s400/P9180699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305153781380912578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents will left Malaysia on the 16th this month. Sob sob sob. For 6 months I will be left all alone in Malaysia. Yeashh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2209547325069916303?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2209547325069916303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2209547325069916303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2209547325069916303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2209547325069916303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-alone.html' title='Left alone....'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-xQZoHlcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5b1X7j_4M8/s72-c/P9180699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1004531647595783242</id><published>2008-10-22T17:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:51:03.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><title type='text'>Maggie Shayne series</title><content type='html'>I don't read supernatural romance that much...but when I read the first page of this series...I'm hooked. I read non stop and finished them all in 2 days. And now I'm rereading this series again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SP7zmfHaXCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sMaLctGgevA/s400/n81510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259909257328483362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/s/maggie-shayne/eternity.htm"&gt; The book summary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/MaggieShayne-Eternity01-Eternity.lit"&gt; Download Eternity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SP70K_1iUQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FyKvMPm7Tr0/s400/n81517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259909884587168002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/s/maggie-shayne/infinity.htm"&gt; The book summary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/MaggieShayne-Eternity02-Infinity.lit"&gt;Download Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SP70q9A-ulI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZwccZEefkJ8/s400/n81529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259910433585674834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/MaggieShayne-Eternity02-Infinity.lit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/s/maggie-shayne/destiny.htm"&gt;The book summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/MaggieShayne-Eternity03-Destiny.lit"&gt;Download Destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Those files are in .lit format. To read it you need microsoft reader, a free and light software.  Get it &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/reader/downloads/default.mspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1004531647595783242?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1004531647595783242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1004531647595783242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1004531647595783242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1004531647595783242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/10/maggie-shayne-series.html' title='Maggie Shayne series'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SP7zmfHaXCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sMaLctGgevA/s72-c/n81510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4721033125891817438</id><published>2008-10-13T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:27:04.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robber'/><title type='text'>Raya robbery</title><content type='html'>When everyone's happyly celebrating raya in their kampungs there are robbers attacking empty houses. Well my house is one of them. Last thursday my dad went home and noticed that the front door is open and a cat was mewing from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well someone broke into our house. And ransacked the whole house. Luckily they managed to steal..absolutely nothing. If it were me I would target a richer household. After all my house have nothing to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the robber did take a radio and a candle holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNKn_elykI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Abbhm0eWmqI/s320/PA100784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256627240986593858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main room. He took the radio and a bunch of plasters....what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNLVg6sn-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CSJjHxwqWuY/s320/PA100781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628023056965602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is....my room....the robber thinks i'm hiding gold underneath all my bags and teddy's, what a brainless cretin. And he took a brass candle holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mister robber i hope you trip and poke yourself with the candle holder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4721033125891817438?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4721033125891817438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4721033125891817438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4721033125891817438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4721033125891817438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-robbery.html' title='Raya robbery'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNKn_elykI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Abbhm0eWmqI/s72-c/PA100784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4971917384564428116</id><published>2008-10-13T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:08:43.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Cuties</title><content type='html'>My bro came back from aussie with his family for raya! Yay. After all I only see them once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNG53yvkfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2uyxtlGFPKw/s320/PA030703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256623150114771442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cutie Nur Aina Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNG6BwhMCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ceK47cM_Zaw/s320/PA050726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256623152789794850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hensem boy Amir Afif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNHnu4tGHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DZrthVwMoBg/s320/PA090753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256623937997838450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family on a bike...after all in aussie there's only harleys...where got moto kapchai maa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to send them off back at klia this wednesday. Till next year eh bro till we meet again. Sayonara. Gonna miss them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4971917384564428116?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4971917384564428116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4971917384564428116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4971917384564428116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4971917384564428116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuties.html' title='Cuties'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SPNG53yvkfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2uyxtlGFPKw/s72-c/PA030703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3441667097216476984</id><published>2008-09-22T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:03:43.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>July Baby</title><content type='html'>--------------JULY BABY --------------&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. &lt;br /&gt;Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom and to be understood. &lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Has reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled.&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Tactful.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;Spazzy at times.&lt;br /&gt;Not revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Guides others physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and forms impressions carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Treats others equally.&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Wary and sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Judges people through observations.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;No difficulties in studying.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be with friends ...&lt;br /&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Waits for friends.&lt;br /&gt;Never looks for friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there's a lot of contradictions here, but hey I'm a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;July babies unite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3441667097216476984?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3441667097216476984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3441667097216476984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3441667097216476984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3441667097216476984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/july-baby.html' title='July Baby'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5954123677295085747</id><published>2008-09-21T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:58:57.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Cat Street</title><content type='html'>This whole weekend I've done nothing but reading manga. I haven't been keeping up with my fave manga for a long time :P MX0 have ended, prematurely according to me. In D Gray Man, General Cross is missing, presumely DEAD! *faint*. In Katekyoshi Hitman! Reborn Tsuna revealed the X Burner. *yay*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanted to talk about Cat Street. Apparently it's made into a drama, and it's currently running in Japan. I really love Cat Street, and I think the mangaka have matured (compared to Hana Yori Dango, Cat Street is a bit more mature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNZux8KvVUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9isC4HsvySs/s1600-h/catstreet_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNZux8KvVUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9isC4HsvySs/s320/catstreet_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248504219990709570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cat Street summary (wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_Street_(manga)&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around the life of Keito Aoyama, a 16 year old girl who used to be a famous actress when she was young. But once, while acting a scene, she froze up, and this traumatic incident caused her to make it a point to protect herself from others. In the process of doing so, she isolates herself from others and avoids getting close to anyone. Then one day her life changes when a person takes her to a special school called "El Liston", a free school for people with social issues. People without a home or purpose are considered "stray cats" by society. She eventually joins the school and meets new people such as Rei, Kouichi, and Momiji, who soon become her closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, although in the end Keito did go out with Rei, I still like to think that Kouichi and Keito really fits well together. I even like Kouichi better that Rei. I do hope in the drama she'll chose Kouichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Cat Street. For now while  waiting for it at Crunchyroll I'll continue watching Zettai Kareshi. Halfway throught this manga I lost interest but hey the drama is waaayy enjoyable that the manga. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-5954123677295085747?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5954123677295085747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5954123677295085747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5954123677295085747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5954123677295085747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/cat-street.html' title='Cat Street'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNZux8KvVUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9isC4HsvySs/s72-c/catstreet_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2280522553754266119</id><published>2008-09-18T12:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:12:18.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Jesse McCartney-Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNHiZ-Nq7wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U4olr4WZ3y4/s1600-h/jesse%2Bmccartney.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNHiZ-Nq7wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U4olr4WZ3y4/s320/jesse%2Bmccartney.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223976688283394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mccartney, Jesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Tedder, Ryan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Yes, Jesse McCartney's one of the writer of this song, so he goes ahead and sing this song too. After all it's his lyrics after all. Way to go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:Ryan Tedder is the dude from One Republic by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Closed off from love &lt;br /&gt;I didn't need the pain &lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough &lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain &lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass &lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened &lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you &lt;br /&gt;My heart melted into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Found something true &lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking 'round &lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oooh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear &lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud &lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears &lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt &lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that their goal &lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's greater &lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace &lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness &lt;br /&gt;I see your face &lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me &lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's draining all of me &lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing these scars &lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/jesse_mccartney-bleeding_love_bonus_.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2280522553754266119?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2280522553754266119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2280522553754266119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2280522553754266119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2280522553754266119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesse-mccartney-bleeding-love.html' title='Jesse McCartney-Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SNHiZ-Nq7wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U4olr4WZ3y4/s72-c/jesse%2Bmccartney.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-6105453544609826629</id><published>2008-09-11T14:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:50:45.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><title type='text'>South Jordan - Fatal Flaw</title><content type='html'>The song really hit me hard. The heartfelt lyrics and singing. This song have been playing in my head since I first heard it. Their sound kind of reminds me of One Republic somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true though. That sometimes, persistence is the fatal flaw. That will hurt you inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SMi3Q7X9lmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lYBzfEp9iMc/s1600-h/bilde.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SMi3Q7X9lmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lYBzfEp9iMc/s320/bilde.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244643267516929634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me be careful&lt;br /&gt;They said be weary of you&lt;br /&gt;They warn persistence is the fatal flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself waiting&lt;br /&gt;Find myself hoping that you?l&lt;br /&gt;One day fall into my open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind I'll just take the backseat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' in the end I'm here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;The season change not making way&lt;br /&gt;As I'm just waiting waiting waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been here a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Like trying to fight the dying breath&lt;br /&gt;Why is every step I take so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some battle wounds from this&lt;br /&gt;I've got the sinking feeling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of the night&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind I'll just take the backseat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' in the end I'm here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;The season change not making way&lt;br /&gt;As I just waiting waiting waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind I'll just take the backseat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' in the end I'm here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;The season change not making way&lt;br /&gt;As I just waiting waiting waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said be weary of you&lt;br /&gt;They warn persistence is the fatal flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/southjordan-fatalflaw.mp3"&gt;Download South Jordan - Fatal Flaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/southjordan-fatalflaw.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-6105453544609826629?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/6105453544609826629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=6105453544609826629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6105453544609826629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/6105453544609826629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/south-jordan-fatal-flaw.html' title='South Jordan - Fatal Flaw'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SMi3Q7X9lmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lYBzfEp9iMc/s72-c/bilde.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-1918156015746073689</id><published>2008-09-09T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:22:35.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Eleven - One Thing</title><content type='html'>What to say? I just love this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;One Thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wasted the light&lt;br /&gt;Between both these times&lt;br /&gt;I drew a really thin line&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing I planned&lt;br /&gt;And not that I can&lt;br /&gt;But you should be mine&lt;br /&gt;Across that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If I traded it all&lt;br /&gt;If I gave it all away for one thing&lt;br /&gt;Just for one thing&lt;br /&gt;If I sorted it out&lt;br /&gt;If I knew all about this one thing&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t that be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I might&lt;br /&gt;Not walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;br /&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;br /&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;br /&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/fingereleven-onething.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-1918156015746073689?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/1918156015746073689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=1918156015746073689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1918156015746073689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/1918156015746073689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/finger-eleven-one-thing.html' title='Finger Eleven - One Thing'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4408512857890939460</id><published>2008-09-09T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:52:04.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.speedtest.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.speedtest.net/result/320407098.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed is okay early in the morning :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4408512857890939460?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4408512857890939460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4408512857890939460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4408512857890939460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4408512857890939460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-5850408653001067294</id><published>2008-09-05T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:25:03.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>My phone</title><content type='html'>Last month I got a call from my own number. Yes, I repeat, my own number. The exact same number. How could that happened?&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 missed calls from my own number. Kind of reminds me of One Missed Call, the korean horror movie and the subsequent Hollywood reproduction. &lt;br /&gt;According to that movie the receiver of that call will die.&lt;br /&gt;I still have the call in my call register. It's on 11 Aug 08 at 4.40 pm. &lt;br /&gt;So far I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;But when my sis asked me to called back that number, I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;Haaa haaa.&lt;br /&gt;Today I checked the my number. I was supposed to topup yesterday since my credit limit ends on that day. I tried calling and hey, I can reach the receiver just fine. I checked and found out that my credit limit will end in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this is just a sales promotion or something, not something sinister.&lt;br /&gt;Yeargh.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-5850408653001067294?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/5850408653001067294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=5850408653001067294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5850408653001067294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/5850408653001067294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-phone.html' title='My phone'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8107895079139310807</id><published>2008-09-02T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:47:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis.</title><content type='html'>Second day of the ramadhan, and guess what, we have a fight, again! I mean, we couldn't last even two days. I mean she couldn't last two days without screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8107895079139310807?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8107895079139310807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8107895079139310807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8107895079139310807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8107895079139310807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/09/sis.html' title='Sis.'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7826493472472858252</id><published>2008-08-31T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:26:15.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Neighbours!</title><content type='html'>Living in apartment,does have it's ups and downs. And encounters with weird neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example the next door neighbour that just moved in several months ago. From the balcony I could see him playing WOW, 24/7. He and his wife, (I assumed they are married) never went out of their house, ever. They have their papers delivered at their doorstep (I took a peek at their paper every morning),and they have their food and groceries (like ciggarettes) delivered too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said they must have been internet millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their apartment emmitted a strange smell, like a mixture of tobacco and air condition. My dad sniffed at that smell once and curled his lips in disgust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it's not the smell of cigarettes, but of weed and pot. &lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time I went out at night to throw the garbage, and I found myself coming out at the same time with my neighbour. He took one look at me and quickly diverted his gaze, and stared at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he's scared of any eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this neighbour we have one floor up. I always heard noises, like things dropping and chairs dragging, and heavy footsteps, and all of this happened in the middle of the night. It's weird because during the day, I could swear there's not a peep from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only made noises at nighttime. 2 am and onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at around 30 minutes after the fireworks for the Merdeka celebration ends, I was surfing the net and downloading things, when this godawful banging and hammering started, louder than ever before. They were banging something on the floor, and the  noise are deafening. For 40 minutes it went on, only getting louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis knocked on the door, asked if I heard that. Duhh, of course! It's loud. We went to investigate. The noise comes from the kitchen ceiling. My sis took a broom and knocked on the seiling, yelling for them to shut up. No use. Of course they couldn't hear us. They were knocking and hammering away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked to my sis that they are using a mortar and pestle to make sambal. At 2 am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone knocked on our door. My sis answered, and there's someone asking if we were the one making that noise. He's from one floor down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so loud till someone from 2 levels below can hear it. So my sis and that person went up to knock on that noisy household's door. My sis told me there's this married couple who answered the door with a happy smile plastered on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you guys the one who made all the noise?" my sis asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" they answered happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please shut up! It's late!" both my sis and that other neighbor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was with them. I would like to ask. What are they doing? Late night renovation works? Cooking? Murdering their maid? Some kinky game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding that house on the hills. I could see from my room's window. They are back last week. With more canopies, the house are having another 'kenduri'. with lots of cars coming and going till late night.And suddenly last night they were gone, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But neighbors are even weirder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7826493472472858252?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7826493472472858252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7826493472472858252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7826493472472858252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7826493472472858252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighbours.html' title='Neighbours!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-9025244636053697789</id><published>2008-08-22T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:13:08.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>David Archuleta - Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SK4ssDpRucI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pBu2UpmFRx8/s1600-h/david-archuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SK4ssDpRucI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pBu2UpmFRx8/s320/david-archuleta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237172552082766274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 17 year old cutie didn't win american idol, but he'll always have a place in my heart. Cause he's so cute! And this is his new single. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Archuleta &lt;br /&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside..&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when your all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I try and try to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hangin spending time girl&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last,&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when your all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I try and try to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away x5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/davidarchuleta-crush2.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-9025244636053697789?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/9025244636053697789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=9025244636053697789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-442019079945496981</id><published>2008-08-22T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:47:12.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Gin Blossoms-till i hear it from you</title><content type='html'>Another ancient song...I remember it playing on the radios when I was in kindergarden....such a long time ago...love it so much back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gin Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Till i hear it from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt ask&lt;br /&gt;They shouldnt have told me&lt;br /&gt;At first Id laugh, but now&lt;br /&gt;Its sinking in fast&lt;br /&gt;Whatever theyve sold me&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I dont want to take advice from fools&lt;br /&gt;Ill just figure everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard&lt;br /&gt;The memorys faded&lt;br /&gt;Who gets what they say&lt;br /&gt;Its likely theyre just jealous and jaded&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I dont want to take advice from fools&lt;br /&gt;Ill just figure everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;I cant let it get me off&lt;br /&gt;Or break up my train of thought&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, nothings wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about not living without it&lt;br /&gt;Outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Til were talking about it, not stepping around it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I dont want to take advice from fools&lt;br /&gt;Ill just figure everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/ginblossoms-tillihearitfromyou.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-442019079945496981?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/442019079945496981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=442019079945496981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/442019079945496981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/442019079945496981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/gin-blossoms-till-i-hear-it-from-you.html' title='Gin Blossoms-till i hear it from you'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-4998798223207083119</id><published>2008-08-21T17:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:17:33.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Better than Ezra-Our Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An old song...yet I loved it still..&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than Ezra&lt;br /&gt;Our Last Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight was falling.&lt;br /&gt;You were holding my hand when the car&lt;br /&gt;Pulled up for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I could have spent a life with you,&lt;br /&gt;But those days were over.&lt;br /&gt;You were calling my name when&lt;br /&gt;Your face faded from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't it you who told me&lt;br /&gt;The sun would always chase the day?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it you who told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels fly in the air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Saying, Wasn't it just like swimming&lt;br /&gt;Out on the lake?&lt;br /&gt;Stars collide, and the air's alive.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just like those promises that you made&lt;br /&gt;On our last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up with you.&lt;br /&gt;The days doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;You meant more to me then&lt;br /&gt;Than I think you ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;But you were going to be a doctor,&lt;br /&gt;A movie star, a poet at a Nobel seminar,&lt;br /&gt;I hope the world never tore that out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't it you who told me&lt;br /&gt;The sun would always chase the day?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it you who told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels fly in the air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Saying, Wasn't it just like swimming&lt;br /&gt;Out on the lake?&lt;br /&gt;Stars collide, and the air's alive.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just like those promises that you made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what ever happened to the things you loved, the songs we played,&lt;br /&gt;On the Indian days?&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to the things you gave away,&lt;br /&gt;Like 'Harold and Maude' and singing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waving as you drove away.&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight was falling.&lt;br /&gt;You were writing backwards&lt;br /&gt;In a dusty windowpane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels fly in the air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Saying, Wasn't it just like swimming&lt;br /&gt;Out on the lake?&lt;br /&gt;Stars collide, and the air's alive.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just like those promises that you made&lt;br /&gt;On our last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://aetherys86.googlepages.com/08-better_than_ezra-our_last_night.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-4998798223207083119?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/4998798223207083119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=4998798223207083119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4998798223207083119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/4998798223207083119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-than-ezra-our-last-night.html' title='Better than Ezra-Our Last Night'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2930694875077330276</id><published>2008-08-21T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:00:58.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cicak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>The best actor goes to....Mr Cicak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKzU1c9CmbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bF6glHGqs-0/s1600-h/Cicak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKzU1c9CmbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bF6glHGqs-0/s320/Cicak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236794481495415218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's this one cicak in my house. Yes I know every house have cicaks but this one stands out in the crowd. Why? Because it can act. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKzU1aWTItI/AAAAAAAAAFE/crITZMTKkUs/s1600-h/cicak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKzU1aWTItI/AAAAAAAAAFE/crITZMTKkUs/s320/cicak2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236794480796050130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually cicaks will drop their tail if they feel threatened or                     are grabbed by the tail.  Their built in defense mechanism. Only if they are disturbed first.But the cicak in my home is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's aggressive. It's attack you if you open your door, by running straight to your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it realizes that it's pretty futile to kill your feet it'll run away to the opposite direction and pretend to be badly hurt and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you should see it. It twitches, legs and head bend in an awkward angle and pretend to be in a bad seizure before stopped moving at all, dead. After you went away, it quickly flee for safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid stupid cicak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not stupid. It's kind off clever. Cicaks do evolve. They get smart to plan that kind of strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2930694875077330276?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2930694875077330276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2930694875077330276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2930694875077330276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2930694875077330276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-actor-goes-tomr-cicak.html' title='The best actor goes to....Mr Cicak!'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKzU1c9CmbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bF6glHGqs-0/s72-c/Cicak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3844877808080598365</id><published>2008-08-20T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:31:01.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Iklan Petronas Aiman Gyver 5st Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ug_OlZ9kA10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ug_OlZ9kA10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3844877808080598365?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3844877808080598365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3844877808080598365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3844877808080598365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3844877808080598365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Iklan Petronas Aiman Gyver 5st Merdeka'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-3239432963607650723</id><published>2008-08-20T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:16:10.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Jojo's Fashion Show 2: Las Cruces</title><content type='html'>Finished this game about 2 weeks ago, and for the lack of things to do I played it again. The thing I love about this game is they have male models! And the pirate gypsy theme rocks my socks off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yAdrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PLpeXkywULc/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yAdrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PLpeXkywULc/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236478862470890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yGV1wZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pdkGaq8IM7s/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yGV1wZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pdkGaq8IM7s/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236478864048636306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yYd1vtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qXfWE6WIS30/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yYd1vtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qXfWE6WIS30/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236478868914028242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yRVk54I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tyuKH_MREEI/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yRVk54I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tyuKH_MREEI/s320/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236478867000321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2UQq6-tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UROHqL1MquI/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2UQq6-tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UROHqL1MquI/s320/9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236479450936965842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2USk_tPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jgUcYAMiEpI/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2USk_tPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jgUcYAMiEpI/s320/8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236479451448980722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2Ui5K4BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zj1oeE8qOcc/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2Ui5K4BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zj1oeE8qOcc/s320/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236479455828566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2UrgO4FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ibine9D7D8s/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu2UrgO4FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ibine9D7D8s/s320/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236479458139889746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-3239432963607650723?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/3239432963607650723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=3239432963607650723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3239432963607650723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/3239432963607650723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/jojos-fashion-show-2-las-cruces.html' title='Jojo&apos;s Fashion Show 2: Las Cruces'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKu1yAdrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PLpeXkywULc/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2214733216188023590</id><published>2008-08-19T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:26:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which day of the week was I born?</title><content type='html'>Which day eh?&lt;br /&gt;According to this, it's on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.javascriptkit.com/script/script2/dayweek.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- begin script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//General Array Function&lt;br /&gt;function MakeArray(n) {&lt;br /&gt;   this.length = n;&lt;br /&gt;   for (var i = 1; i &lt;=n; i++) {&lt;br /&gt;     this[i] = 0;&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Initialize Days of Week Array&lt;br /&gt;days = new MakeArray(7);&lt;br /&gt;days[0] = "Saturday"&lt;br /&gt;days[1] = "Sunday"&lt;br /&gt;days[2] = "Monday"&lt;br /&gt;days[3] = "Tuesday"&lt;br /&gt;days[4] = "Wednesday"&lt;br /&gt;days[5] = "Thursday"&lt;br /&gt;days[6] = "Friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Initialize Months Array&lt;br /&gt;months = new MakeArray(12);&lt;br /&gt;months[1] = "January" &lt;br /&gt;months[2] = "February" &lt;br /&gt;months[3] = "March" &lt;br /&gt;months[4] = "April" &lt;br /&gt;months[5] = "May" &lt;br /&gt;months[6] = "June" &lt;br /&gt;months[7] = "July" &lt;br /&gt;months[8] = "August"&lt;br /&gt;months[9] = "September" &lt;br /&gt;months[10] = "October"&lt;br /&gt;months[11] = "November"&lt;br /&gt;months[12] = "December"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Day of Week Function&lt;br /&gt;function compute(form) {&lt;br /&gt;   var val1 = parseInt(form.day.value, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   if ((val1 &lt; 0) || (val1 &gt; 31)) {&lt;br /&gt;      alert("Day is out of range")&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   var val2 = parseInt(form.month.value, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   if ((val2 &lt; 0) || (val2 &gt; 12)) {&lt;br /&gt;      alert("Month is out of range")&lt;br /&gt;   }  &lt;br /&gt;   var val2x = parseInt(form.month.value, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val3 = parseInt(form.year.value, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   if (val3 &lt; 1900) {&lt;br /&gt;      alert("You're that old!")&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   if (val2 == 1) {&lt;br /&gt;      val2x = 13;&lt;br /&gt;      val3 = val3-1&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   if (val2 == 2) {&lt;br /&gt;      val2x = 14;&lt;br /&gt;      val3 = val3-1&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   var val4 = parseInt(((val2x+1)*3)/5, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val5 = parseInt(val3/4, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val6 = parseInt(val3/100, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val7 = parseInt(val3/400, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val8 = val1+(val2x*2)+val4+val3+val5-val6+val7+2&lt;br /&gt;   var val9 = parseInt(val8/7, 10)&lt;br /&gt;   var val0 = val8-(val9*7)&lt;br /&gt;   form.result1.value = months[val2]+" "+form.day.value +", "+form.year.value&lt;br /&gt;   form.result2.value = days[val0]&lt;br /&gt;}   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// end script --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;On what day of the week were you born?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your birthday&lt;/b&gt; (then hit the &amp;quot;Update&amp;quot; button):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Numeric Month (1-12): &lt;input TYPE="text" NAME="month" SIZE="2"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day of Month (1-31): &lt;input TYPE="text" NAME="day" SIZE="2"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Year (eg. 1960): &lt;input TYPE="text" NAME="year" SIZE="4"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;input TYPE="button" VALUE="Update" ONCLICK="compute(this.form)"&gt; &lt;input TYPE="reset" VALUE="Clear"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;input TYPE="text" NAME="result1" SIZE="18"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day of Week: &lt;input TYPE="text" NAME="result2" SIZE="18"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-2"&gt;This free script provided by&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://javascriptkit.com"&gt;JavaScript&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2214733216188023590?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2214733216188023590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2214733216188023590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2214733216188023590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2214733216188023590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/which-day-of-week-was-i-born.html' title='Which day of the week was I born?'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-103490124553384494</id><published>2008-08-19T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:37:33.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Golden Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKpNAYx1fpI/AAAAAAAAADs/pSyh3XRmdo0/s1600-h/250px-Gsbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKpNAYx1fpI/AAAAAAAAADs/pSyh3XRmdo0/s320/250px-Gsbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236082185818439314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a GBA game, the graphic are awesome! Seriously. Just started playing this game yesterday, and overall it's great. The plotting, gameplay...,battles using psynergy...I even like the djinns (such great help). Just one thing, I wish you can choose to avoid all the enemies instead of them popping up suddenly. I mean, show them on the map please. I hate when I was walking in an empty tunnel and suddenly I was attacked out of the blue. I want the choice of seeing them first and choose to battle them or avoid them. Otherwise it's great. So far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-103490124553384494?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/103490124553384494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=103490124553384494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/103490124553384494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/103490124553384494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-sun.html' title='Golden Sun'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKpNAYx1fpI/AAAAAAAAADs/pSyh3XRmdo0/s72-c/250px-Gsbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8120186333797244580</id><published>2008-08-18T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:34:11.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game character crush'/><title type='text'>Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The game of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkiyProrKI/AAAAAAAAADE/8OYbMIo0-08/s1600-h/Fire_Emblem_The_Sacred_Stones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkiyProrKI/AAAAAAAAADE/8OYbMIo0-08/s320/Fire_Emblem_The_Sacred_Stones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235754288393268386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've wasted my weekend days away on my bed playing this game. I love it. It's addictive. And I think I've fallen for the characters in this game. Hehehe. It's been a long time since I've developed crushes on these virtual characters. (since Castlevania)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkj6Ryf4jI/AAAAAAAAADM/gRba9-AzbSs/s1600-h/140px-ArtJoshua.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkj6Ryf4jI/AAAAAAAAADM/gRba9-AzbSs/s320/140px-ArtJoshua.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235755525909504562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua. Yeah, he's a cool fighter. And kind off cute. A Prince going undercover as a mercenary to travel the worlds and understand his people better. How could you not love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Number two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0o2ZyvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GjRyT-M7W-A/s1600-h/190px-ArtSeth.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0o2ZyvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GjRyT-M7W-A/s320/190px-ArtSeth.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235756528532310770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's mine! Drool! Every time he emerges the winner! I love you Seth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0mJMuaI/AAAAAAAAADc/QTJbqkoimUY/s1600-h/150px-ArtSaleh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0mJMuaI/AAAAAAAAADc/QTJbqkoimUY/s320/150px-ArtSaleh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235756527805839778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's Saleh. And he's a powerful magic wielder. I love his character, misunderstood yet sensitive inside. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0jL04qI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYgDUUThI5k/s1600-h/120px-ArtFranz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkk0jL04qI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYgDUUThI5k/s320/120px-ArtFranz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235756527011553954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Franz. Cute. Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8120186333797244580?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8120186333797244580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8120186333797244580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8120186333797244580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8120186333797244580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/fire-emblem-sacred-stones.html' title='Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SKkiyProrKI/AAAAAAAAADE/8OYbMIo0-08/s72-c/Fire_Emblem_The_Sacred_Stones.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-7346365415034269418</id><published>2008-08-18T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:35:37.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>That house on the hills</title><content type='html'>My room is facing a certain hill. For ages I've been wondering what hill is that, filled with huge mansions hidden in foliages and forests. Beautiful mansions, abandoned looking except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one exception doesn't look abandoned to me. It even has canopies in front of the house, and sometimes there would be a lot of people coming and going to that particular house. One night, around 7, I looked out of the window and to my surprise there's flashes of light coming from that very house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house have the word "kenduri" all over it. And it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came last month and I always found her spying on that particular house. She suddenly asked me, "Adik, tempat tue Bukit Segambut kan?". I shrugged because I have no idea, and I couldn't care less if that house is situated on Bukit Segambut. The thing that bugs me is why that house is having kenduri every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly the house was left abandoned started from last week. The white canopy haven't been removed, but there's no signs of life from that bungalow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! The kenduri have ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How naive I was. Of course there's no sign of life. Because all of it's inhibitants have gone to Penang. My sis said with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I knew. My mom has a theory. That that particular house we've been puzzling about belong to a VVIP. Bukit Segambut? DSAI lives there. Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No proof, but it's still a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's house is it? Take a look and guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-upUG7TQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4RfcLZXrWHU/s1600-h/P9180691.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/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-upUG7TQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4RfcLZXrWHU/s400/P9180691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305150910861364482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-7346365415034269418?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/7346365415034269418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=7346365415034269418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7346365415034269418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/7346365415034269418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-house-on-hills.html' title='That house on the hills'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/SZ-upUG7TQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4RfcLZXrWHU/s72-c/P9180691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8644339829518098585</id><published>2008-08-18T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:16:57.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food poisoning</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, I ate a big breakfast of mee goreng mamak from the stall next to the Segi College Nursing Faculty near Jalan Pudu. A lot of people went there to eat, so hell, I thought, meybe the food is great. So I ate a whole plate of mee goreng, and I have to admit, although it's a bit oily, it taste great!&lt;br /&gt;So after that I went to work. After an hour I feel a bit sick to my stomach. Oh no, I thought to myself. Diarhhea again? I got a weak stomach....:((&lt;br /&gt;Then this wave of dizziness washed over me like tsunami waves. And when I finally got to the toilet, guess what happened? I puked all over the toilet bowl. Ewww. I quickly called my sis to pick me up. I went to wait for her and my stomach cramped a lot and all the mee goreng came out. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;So I went home early....and guess what....that mee goreng mamak gave me food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;The end. An experience I don't care to have a repeat performance, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8644339829518098585?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8644339829518098585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8644339829518098585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8644339829518098585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8644339829518098585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-poisoning.html' title='Food poisoning'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-2413326554417791424</id><published>2008-08-13T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:59:33.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Morning blurb</title><content type='html'>This is a first time I witnessed that people that have boarded the monorail train are forced to go out and wait for the next train to come instead. Resulting in cramping in the next train.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a miss communication somewhere cause usually if the train is not in service there will be an announcement, and the doors will never open for passenger.&lt;br /&gt;Yeash. I hate crowded public transports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-2413326554417791424?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/2413326554417791424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=2413326554417791424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2413326554417791424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/2413326554417791424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-blurb.html' title='Morning blurb'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8950761695518878885</id><published>2008-08-12T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:54:46.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>The 7 Deadly Sins: Sloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;div class="noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main article: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sloth_%28deadly_sin%29" title="Sloth (deadly sin)"&gt;Sloth (deadly sin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than other sins, the definition of &lt;b&gt;sloth&lt;/b&gt; has changed considerably since its original inclusion among the seven deadly sins. In fact it was first called the sin of &lt;b&gt;sadness or despair&lt;/b&gt;. It had been in the early years of Christianity characterized by what modern writers would now describe as melancholy: apathy, depression, and joylessness — the last being viewed as being a refusal to enjoy the goodness of God and the world he created. Originally, its place was fulfilled by two other aspects, &lt;i&gt;acedia&lt;/i&gt; and sadness. The former described a spiritual apathy that affected the faithful by discouraging them from their religious work. Sadness (&lt;i&gt;tristitia&lt;/i&gt; in Latin) described a feeling of dissatisfaction or discontent, which caused unhappiness with one's current situation. When Thomas Aquinas selected &lt;i&gt;acedia&lt;/i&gt; for his list, he described it as an "uneasiness of the mind", being a progenitor for lesser sins such as restlessness and instability. Dante refined this definition further, describing sloth as being the "failure to love God with all one's heart, all one's mind and all one's soul." He also described it as the middle sin, and as such was the only sin characterised by an absence or insufficiency of love. In his "Purgatorio", the slothful penitents were made to run continuously at top speed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The modern view of the vice, as highlighted by its contrary virtue of zeal or diligence, is that it represents the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts. For example, a student who does not work beyond what is required (and thus fails to achieve his or her full potential) could be labeled slothful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Current interpretations are therefore much less stringent and comprehensive than they were in medieval times, and portray sloth as being more simply a sin of laziness or indifference, of an unwillingness to act, an unwillingness to care (rather than a failure to love God and his works). For this reason sloth is now often seen as being considerably less serious than the other sins, more a sin of omission than of commission.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sloth" title="Sloth"&gt;South American animal sloth&lt;/a&gt; was named after this sin by Roman Catholic explorers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belphegor" title="Belphegor"&gt;Belphegor&lt;/a&gt;: sloth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All above are taken from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well this sin describe me quite well :P&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/4828507599540975239-8950761695518878885?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8950761695518878885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8950761695518878885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8950761695518878885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8950761695518878885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/7-deadly-sins-sloth.html' title='The 7 Deadly Sins: Sloth'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-8194506558722083097</id><published>2008-08-12T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:05:17.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><title type='text'>Blurbs</title><content type='html'>Hey even my boss confessed to me he's feeling sleepy. I wish I could tell him ," Yeay! I feel that way since the moment I step inside this office!". Instead I told him, "I could be the air cond's too cold,". Such a lame response. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-8194506558722083097?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/8194506558722083097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=8194506558722083097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8194506558722083097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/8194506558722083097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/blurbs.html' title='Blurbs'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828507599540975239.post-466691752131004350</id><published>2008-08-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:07:55.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>August...September....October...November...Disember...</title><content type='html'>Where have all the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all the motions in my mundane life I found myself stuck in a rut...and no matter how hard I struggle I'll never get out of it again...and look...year 2009 is around the corner lurking...waiting to pounce on unsuspecting onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009....i'm getting way older...my life is getting way out of the tracks. And i have no idea how to get it back again. How? I'm old, where all my peers are set in life I still have no purpose in life. What is my purpose? Am I supposed to grow old and die without achieving anything in life? Cause that's where i'll end up...if i can't change myself, now, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the damocles sword hanging above my sister. My "can't be bothered with anything" attitude just drove her up the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also have to mention that anything...no matter how minuscule ...will bother her. Her emotional state is "PMS" 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Her emotional yo-yo is to much for me to handle, and it's the caring too much attitude that's way opposite of me really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She annoys me, but I love her. She's my family. And I hope she'll get married soon. At least her emotional ups and down will be controlled. I hope. Or i could just hope she'll unleash all her emotional storm on her spouse instead of poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck...I'm feeling down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828507599540975239-466691752131004350?l=aetheryze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/feeds/466691752131004350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828507599540975239&amp;postID=466691752131004350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/466691752131004350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828507599540975239/posts/default/466691752131004350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aetheryze.blogspot.com/2008/08/augustseptemberoctobernovemberdisember.html' title='August...September....October...November...Disember...'/><author><name>Afifah Suraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754710809973083644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FK4lJ_YF4/S-g4QYrXLiI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScMHScOtrK8/S220/me2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
