<?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-11792769</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:14:57.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Spread My Wings and Fly...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-4222470329881334213</id><published>2010-09-16T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:23:12.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take everything but TC!</title><content type='html'>Take my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Take my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;Take whatever material things I have.&lt;br /&gt;Just not my cat.&lt;br /&gt;He's the most precious thing I own.&lt;br /&gt;I would give up all that if it means I can have him back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-4222470329881334213?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/4222470329881334213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=4222470329881334213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4222470329881334213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4222470329881334213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-everything-but-tc.html' title='Take everything but TC!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-3517782490886666900</id><published>2009-04-16T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:52:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging for a while. My attention lies with &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; now. It's also easier (140 word characters limit) because I've been so busy. I can spend hours on doing one blog update. I have not totally abandon my blog. I will come back when I have more free time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/beingidle"&gt;@BeingIdle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TC is getting bigger and fatter. Sorry no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;- Got recently introduced to &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/"&gt;One Manga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- My ATM card has refused to work. So have been broke for quite a while. Thank God for my lovely Ali.&lt;br /&gt;- Can't think anything else. Gotta get back to my Mafia Wars on Facebook. Cya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-3517782490886666900?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/3517782490886666900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=3517782490886666900&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3517782490886666900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3517782490886666900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-6383173208302630078</id><published>2009-01-02T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:12:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ali's here and I'm ecstatic. Just came back from &lt;a href="http://www.damaibeachresort.com/"&gt;Damai Beach Resort&lt;/a&gt;. The food was good, the service was hilariously entertaining, New Years celebration was amazing... I don't have pictures with me but even though it rained every day, the views of the mountains and the sea were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good start of a new year for me. I didn't bother to make resolutions as I figured I would have forgotten about them after a month. Just like every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: TC's growing bigger and smarter!&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/11792769-6383173208302630078?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/6383173208302630078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=6383173208302630078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6383173208302630078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6383173208302630078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-9080219137184321616</id><published>2008-12-24T04:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:10:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight (novel) review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took me more than a week to finish this book. It wasn't a difficult read so why did it take me that long to finish 500+ plus pages book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORT SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is about a teenage girl named Isabella Swan who moved to a smaller town (Forks, Washington) to live with her dad, Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her first day of school, she noticed Edward Cullen and his family sitting together at the cafeteria. She also met other people but they seem irrelevant because they are not as hot as Edward so they are not worth much mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many boring conversations and forgettable happenings, they fell in love. After that, many more conversation of how in love they are with each other. Bella's reason is because he's so gorgeous. And Edward... well he likes her smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Edward sparkles in the sun instead of bursting into flames and die. SPARKLES! GLITTERS! Sparkly glittery vampire...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Edward introduces Bella to his family, quite interesting background story here. And then, they went to play baseball. So readers can see how normal these vampires are.  I mean they attended high school right? I've no idea why though, it wasn't explained. Not only that, they are also very nice vampires with a conscience because they only drink animal blood. Right, someone should call PETA and SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearing the end of the book, something that resembled a plot suddenly appeared. After all the action, they all went to prom. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off well but as I read on, Bella seems so depressing to read. She didn't like her dad (calls him Charlie when he's not around), didn't like the new town (it always rains with rare sunny days), didn't like the school... wasn't even happy about the fact that many people said hello to her on her first day in school or how a few of them boys seem to be interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find Bella quite a likable character. I think Meyer intents to portray Bella as strong, independent and clever. But I don't see her that way. She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; clumsy and it made her seem so in need of constant saving by overprotective and jealous Edward. She sometimes appears as weak and clingy. She also seems to have no goals, no plans except wanting to be with her boyfriend because &lt;span id="reviewTextContainer23920442" style=""&gt;&lt;span id="freeText3405164872535577938" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;she is “unconditionally and irrevocably in love with”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him. I find it so shallow and stupid and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Edward... Sigh. I know he's gorgeous but I don't see what's the purpose of reminding us of that fact on nearly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; page &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time he makes an appearance. Instead of getting excited over Edward I groaned inwardly every time I read about his "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musical laugh&lt;/span&gt;" and his "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angel face&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adonis figure&lt;/span&gt;" again and again and again in every chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 350 plus pages, you will read about how Edward warns Bella to stay away from him, that he's dangerous but she doesn't care etc. It gets annoying after 200 pages of boring drizzle of mushy love talks, with the constant reminder of how beautiful Edward is." Stay away, I can kill, no don't stay away,  please stay, no I'm dangerous go away..." and back and forth as Edward argues about the same shit to Bella. I'm surprised she isn't frustrated about it since they have this talk about every single time they have conversation. I guess Bella's too in love (a.k.a stupid) too notice anything else. After a week of knowing each other and see Edward sparkles a bit in the sun she's ready to sacrifice her life for him. -roll eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disturbed me is how Bella is so crazy about how pretty Edward is. She's already so in love and is prepared to be together with Edward &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. She's 17. Okay, so the guy saves her a few times but do you fall in love with your doctor because he saved you many times? I didn't think so. I find it disturbing that her attraction towards Edward is based on his looks and the magic of being a vampire. But I guess it's fair since Edward never really explained why he likes Bella other than her blood smells good. I also find it extremely hilarious that Bella &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;literally fainted&lt;/span&gt; when Edward kissed her. Who in the world literally faints when kissed by someone?? (Please let me know if you've experienced this or know anyone who experienced it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward doesn't even act normal. Not as a guy, not as a 17 year old, not even as a vampire. In my opinion, he came off as immature for a vampire his age. And the way he talks makes me laugh because I have no idea what kind of guy talks like that. If the author didn't really stressed it out, I would have thought that Edward really is a girl. His character seems so unrealistic simply because he was portrayed too perfect. Sometimes I felt like I was reading a Disney  classic fairy tale book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are many attempts on trying to make Edward seem like the perfect boyfriend, he comes off as a creepy stalker. Since he can't read Bella's mind, he reads her friends' to get a gist of what Bella is thinking. He also goes off to follow her home and watch her sleep at night without her knowing. I was shocked when Edward confessed that part and more shocked when weirdly enough, Bella doesn't find this a disturbing behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not all that horrible. After 400 pages in, there's finally some action. It was a quick read after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! After the action is over, the book has not ended yet.. oh no.. they have to go to the friggin prom. I find it weird to end the book that way. Sorry I spoiled it for you but seriously, you're better off reading something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on all this, I don't think I'll be reading any of Stephenie Meyer's other books or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight,&lt;/span&gt; the movie, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend this book to anyone at all. I finished it simply because it's a habit and I get restless if I don't finish a book no matter how boring it is. It's written for Young Adults but the message it's getting across is stupefying. She falls in love with Edward because he's hot. It's okay to ditch your friends and family for a guy you barely know and who constantly reminding you he can kill you. When a bad vampire wants your blood, you go off to meet him alone without thinking of other alternatives or talk with anyone else to come up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay I better stop telling you about Bella's infinite stupidity and Edward's 'perfectness'. Gah I detest this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read good vampire books, Anne Rice is one of the best vampire writers. Stephen King's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salem's Lot&lt;/span&gt; is good too. L. J. Smith's vampire series and trilogies are pretty awesome. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Southern Vampire Mysteries&lt;/span&gt; series by Charlaine Harris is a delicious and fun read. It is also a TV series now called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt;, which I simple love.&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/11792769-9080219137184321616?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/9080219137184321616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=9080219137184321616&amp;isPopup=true' title='118 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/9080219137184321616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/9080219137184321616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-novel-review.html' title='Twilight (novel) review'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>118</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-3528561947032523910</id><published>2008-12-04T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:58:04.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tuxedo Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Losing Bagheera was hard and it still is. So to ease the grief and mourning stage, I adopted another kitten. I got it from my uncle in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was friendly with a lovely temperement. Looked like the &lt;a href="http://www.malaysian-catclub.org/projects/projects.htm"&gt;Malaysia Cat/Kucing Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; breed with blue eyes. She had 3 kittens. And my heart was quickly set on a black and white male kitten. Of the 3, he was quiet when I picked him up. So I knew he wasn't a screamer, which makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, my aunt took the kittens back to Kuching. She asked me to come over and choose one to bring home. Even though I knew I wanted the black and white one, it was still pretty hard to choose because they were all adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sticked to my first choice and brought the black and white kitten home. I didn't regret my choice. The kitten adjusted well to his new home. He's friendly towards everyone and started chasing our feet and hands, a naughty behaviour which I try to eliminate.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf34BryQjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9FI2pQw7j5U/s1600-h/PC010676.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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf34BryQjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9FI2pQw7j5U/s400/PC010676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958030384644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TC/Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any normal kitten, he's clumsy and chases everything that moves (or doesn't move). To quote a friend of mine, the kitten seems to be "in Lala Land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide what to name him at first. There's many suggestions, some quite silly: Kiddo, Hitam, Checkers, Chess, Oreo, Growly, Buster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided on TC, meaning Tuxedo Cat. It's sweet and simple and it suits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2vcJQUhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/54Pz6BYGgxA/s1600-h/PC010668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2vcJQUhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/54Pz6BYGgxA/s400/PC010668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956783357121042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He even has a moustache. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't really know his name yet but he seems pretty smart despite the many clumsy events that befell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali wanted to call him Charlie because he does look like a Charlie. But I'm getting used to calling him TC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show how silly (normal) he is... here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2v4JJdtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zlfjd1Ej4Pg/s1600-h/PC010669.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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2v4JJdtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zlfjd1Ej4Pg/s400/PC010669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956790872864466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2v79dcRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mgnJI8hZNtw/s1600-h/PC010670.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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2v79dcRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mgnJI8hZNtw/s400/PC010670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956791897583890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh look, foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2wHOP10I/AAAAAAAAAKM/s_-vT-vkcQc/s1600-h/PC010673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2wHOP10I/AAAAAAAAAKM/s_-vT-vkcQc/s400/PC010673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956794920785730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get closer... -swat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2wcW8lbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xvMzC2zUCKQ/s1600-h/PC010674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf2wcW8lbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xvMzC2zUCKQ/s400/PC010674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956800594417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooof! Damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable and I love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf35PbDyII/AAAAAAAAAKs/9XnxMHUcg_0/s1600-h/PC010678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf35PbDyII/AAAAAAAAAKs/9XnxMHUcg_0/s400/PC010678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958051252455554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZzzZzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf34K9OmnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/l7WHNADDXoA/s1600-h/PC010677.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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf34K9OmnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/l7WHNADDXoA/s400/PC010677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958032873724530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This doesn't mean I have forgotten Bagheera. No cat can ever replace him. He was the first and will always have a place in my heart. I miss him and still think about him every day.  I still hope that one day I would see him once again. However, TC helps in keeping my mind occupied. It feels good to care for a cat again, buying and feeding it food, bathing it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC is a domestic short hair. That means he belongs to no particular breed. I think it is important to try to adopt stray cats before buying purebreeds because the strays outnumbered purebreed by the millions. Purebreeds will always have a home to go to. But it's not the same with strays. Many are homeless and hungry. Think about it when you decide to adopt a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Never ever buy your cats or dogs at a pet store!! Here's a few articles on why. Click &lt;a href="http://www.psychopup.com/tb/dontbuy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or&lt;a href="http://www.samsmiles.org/petstore.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&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/11792769-3528561947032523910?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/3528561947032523910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=3528561947032523910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3528561947032523910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3528561947032523910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuxedo-cat.html' title='The Tuxedo Cat'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/STf34BryQjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9FI2pQw7j5U/s72-c/PC010676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-6046559079677309305</id><published>2008-11-05T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:46:17.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New US President</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SRFPB3YZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7sTCeM6QgyY/s1600-h/presumptive-democratic-nominee-president-barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SRFPB3YZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7sTCeM6QgyY/s400/presumptive-democratic-nominee-president-barack-obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076332837589058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barrack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The dream that that a lot of people had that one day America would have a black American president finally came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am not an American, I am glad that Obama won. McCain was too similar to Bush  in terms of his views and policies and Palin is such a joke. Imagine if McCain had won, had another heart attack (he is 72 years old) and died, Palin would be president. Nothing wrong with a woman becoming president but I can't see how Palin would run such a powerful and influential country filled with weapons of mass destruction.  Whoever was rooting for McCain probably changed their mind because of Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SRFOx6JMJqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YbBC2lvfl4E/s1600-h/pix_top_11054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SRFOx6JMJqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YbBC2lvfl4E/s400/pix_top_11054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076058701178530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great change has come. And it is certainly for the better. The Obama victory is the end of the streak of white men running the US. I'm glad that Americans put aside their racism views and voted for the black man.&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/11792769-6046559079677309305?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/6046559079677309305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=6046559079677309305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6046559079677309305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6046559079677309305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-us-president.html' title='New US President'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SRFPB3YZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7sTCeM6QgyY/s72-c/presumptive-democratic-nominee-president-barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-1356229021953576957</id><published>2008-10-29T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:59:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Flat</title><content type='html'>There are some people out there who still believes that the world is flat. Yep, not round but flat like a paper. How bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in "Flat Earth society" on Google and check those websites. As I was browsing the sites, I kept on thinking these people are a bit, I'm sorry to say, delusional.&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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf1s67SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fjfmsWAHUK8/s1600-h/Flat_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf1s67SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fjfmsWAHUK8/s400/Flat_earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262444841686675874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is a rendered picture of a Flat Earth model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they have never seen Discovery channel programmes where you see all these shots of how ROUND the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited one of the Flat Earth forums and read this FAQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: "Why do the all the world Governments say the Earth is round?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A Conspiracy among world Governments claiming to have space programs has disseminated the lie to the other governments of the world, as well as to the media and the general public.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "What about NASA? Don't they have photos to prove that the Earth is round?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: NASA is part of the conspiracy too. The photos are faked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why has no-one taken a photo of the Earth that proves it is flat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: The government prevents people from getting close enough to the Ice Wall to take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "How did NASA create these images with the computer technology available at the time?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Since NASA did not send rockets into space, they instead spent the money on developing advanced computers and imaging software instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "What is the motive behind this conspiracy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The motive is unknown although it is probably money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "If you're not sure about the motive, why do you say there is a conspiracy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Well it's quite simple really; if the earth is in fact flat, then the governments must be lying when they say it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "The government could not pull off the conspiracy successfully"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, they could.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "How are the world governments organized enough to carry out this conspiracy?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They only appear to be disorganized to make the conspiracy seem implausible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A2: Only a few governments (USA, former USSR, certain European countries) need to be involved. The rest readily accept the lie.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why hasn’t this site been shut down by the government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Doing so would prove that the government is hiding something.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: No way could the government possibly guard the entire Ice Wall!  It would take too many men!  Millions of men!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really. You could do it with a few hundred and some basic equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: Why is NASA’s space shuttle runway curved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: It was specially constructed by NASA to be so. After all NASA are at the heart of the conspiracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is an Ice Wall? Their answers are not very convincing either. Where is this proof of an Ice Wall? And what kind of equipments needed to get people away from this Ice Wall? Some kind of spell from the Harry Potter universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more to this FAQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: "What is the circumference and diameter of the Earth?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Circumference: 78225 miles, Diameter: 24,900 miles &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "What about the stars, sun and moon and other planets? Are they flat too? What are they made of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: The sun and moon, each 32 miles in diameter, circle Earth at a height of 3000 miles at its equator, located midway between the North Pole and the ice wall. Each functions similar to a "spotlight," with the sun radiating "hot light," the moon "cold light." As they are spotlights, they only give light out over a certain are which explains why some parts of the Earth are dark when others are light. Their apparent rising and setting are caused by optical illusions. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some controversy exists as to whether the Sun and Moon are spherical or flat.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the "accelerating upwards" model, the stars, sun and moon are also accelerating upwards as a result of Universal Acceleration. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In some models, the stars are about as far as San Francisco is from Boston (3100 miles). Others claim them to be much further away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: "Please explain sunrises/sunsets."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: It's a perspective effect.  Really, the sun is just getting farther away; it looks like it disappears because everything gets smaller and eventually disappears as it gets farther away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more about this, go &lt;a href="http://theflatearthsociety.org/forum/index.php?PHPSESSID=0f057df9a570c417899c6ab0aa37b7ec&amp;amp;topic=13876.0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with some pictures of our beautiful Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf5D5eoIsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zWOrm9-x9TQ/s1600-h/EarthBlueMarbleWestTerraSat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf5D5eoIsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zWOrm9-x9TQ/s400/EarthBlueMarbleWestTerraSat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262448534969918146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="caption"&gt;Photo of our planet by the Earth Observing System flagship Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf5EACfSjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Sx_uC_A0GcM/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf5EACfSjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Sx_uC_A0GcM/s400/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262448536730946098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems pretty round to me. But I guess that might be photoshoped by NASA. We've all been fooled! Oh woe to the humankind. We've been tricked by this organisation whose mission in life is to "pioneer the future in space exploration, scientific discovery and aeronautics research".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I wonder if vampires and werewolves exist too?&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/11792769-1356229021953576957?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/1356229021953576957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=1356229021953576957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1356229021953576957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1356229021953576957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-is-flat.html' title='The World is Flat'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SQf1s67SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fjfmsWAHUK8/s72-c/Flat_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-7712575138834109495</id><published>2008-10-27T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:42:58.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>He's been gone for more than 2 months. I still think about him every single day. It still tear up my eyes thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug him again. Feel his warm body. Watch his beautiful big green eyes looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can't do any of that now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my baby. He was like my child. I took care of him. Gave him food and a place to sleep. Gave him my love and affection. Dry him when he's wet from the rain. Played with him till we're both tired. Took care of him when he's sick and dizzy. Cleared up his vomit. Bathe him when he's dirty. Gave him vitamins and all that crap so that he'll be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he adored me. He felt safe with me. My heart broke when I accidentally hurt him at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever hear his loud meow once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile, how can I feel this strongly over a cat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-7712575138834109495?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/7712575138834109495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=7712575138834109495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7712575138834109495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7712575138834109495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-art-thou.html' title='Where art thou?'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-729658259296331593</id><published>2008-10-07T23:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:45:52.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>During Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought that instead of putting up pictures of Raya (Eid) randomly, I'll put up pictures of me pigging out! Ahahah. All the ugly poses vain people would never put up I'll show for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more interesting and different angle, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to everyone who keeps saying I'm skinny and I don't eat. I ate. A lot. That's what people do on Raya. Pig out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the pictures amuses and entertains. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDeDyMV0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/t_1Q5YcR-aE/s1600-h/PA010352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDeDyMV0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/t_1Q5YcR-aE/s400/PA010352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254437942692960066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDebNA5FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oN3uZh3RJew/s1600-h/PA010353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDebNA5FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oN3uZh3RJew/s400/PA010353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254437948979471442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ1818_RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_TkiZCE3yYU/s1600-h/Gmbr+mahal157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ1818_RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_TkiZCE3yYU/s400/Gmbr+mahal157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444950216310034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ2PV3UEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BJexPwYphsI/s1600-h/Gmbr+mahal158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ2PV3UEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BJexPwYphsI/s400/Gmbr+mahal158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444955181994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The prawns were really good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDesq0VeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Sv3xMNCOtOk/s1600-h/PA020397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDesq0VeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Sv3xMNCOtOk/s400/PA020397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254437953667880418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDesahudI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N313avy4SUU/s1600-h/PA020399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDesahudI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N313avy4SUU/s400/PA020399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254437953599551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDe8WaBDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LqDzb-BEjHI/s1600-h/PA020508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDe8WaBDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LqDzb-BEjHI/s400/PA020508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254437957877236786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElM4vf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uqO6pI-3PYY/s1600-h/PA020509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElM4vf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uqO6pI-3PYY/s400/PA020509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439164907061186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha for some reason I love this picture. Makes me laugh. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElPEBiUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_BcPm8HeXs/s1600-h/PA030526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElPEBiUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_BcPm8HeXs/s400/PA030526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439165491251522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElaE4-tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPq7clpsP-k/s1600-h/PA030530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElaE4-tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPq7clpsP-k/s400/PA030530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439168447675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElqJAmFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G5X-CH3nLG4/s1600-h/PA030540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuElqJAmFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G5X-CH3nLG4/s400/PA030540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439172759918674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second helping. Or was it the third?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuEmGXh1MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YIoxoipFXBA/s1600-h/PA030541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuEmGXh1MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YIoxoipFXBA/s400/PA030541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439180337009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuFFdrWpxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OgcNmM9qL90/s1600-h/PA030557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuFFdrWpxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OgcNmM9qL90/s400/PA030557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254439719170123538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate so many of that chocolate cheese cake that I finished the first container and went on to eat the second container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't get is why did I not gain weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know for sure if I did gain or lose weight. But my figure sure looks the same... =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe just looking at me pigging out is not enough. Here's more random Raya pictures.&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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGIQqjd1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/tFFic-G1ia8/s1600-h/PA010334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGIQqjd1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/tFFic-G1ia8/s400/PA010334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440866728343378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look I'm driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI-56OzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nx0eFGYqz78/s1600-h/PA010339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI-56OzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nx0eFGYqz78/s400/PA010339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440879140780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Bako jetty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI9VTHlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3FE0cf9oaMM/s1600-h/PA010341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI9VTHlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3FE0cf9oaMM/s400/PA010341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440878718787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the &lt;/span&gt;sampan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's another picture with my open eyes but someone looked like s/he's constipated or something in that one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI18O6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6G50_DAmghI/s1600-h/PA010345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGI18O6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6G50_DAmghI/s400/PA010345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440876734606018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGJLtg8XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3W0IWX7Hbuo/s1600-h/PA010346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuGJLtg8XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3W0IWX7Hbuo/s400/PA010346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440882578452850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfA4PrfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YyrEH0q_Zy0/s1600-h/PA010389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfA4PrfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YyrEH0q_Zy0/s400/PA010389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442357139418610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I knew they looked so tall, I wouldn't be laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfZRW7KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I3Z0USfot34/s1600-h/PA020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfZRW7KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I3Z0USfot34/s400/PA020413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442363687201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfv2AHFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3LqJOvU5ngQ/s1600-h/PA020421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHfv2AHFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3LqJOvU5ngQ/s400/PA020421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442369746476114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that my brother can only see my eyes. Thus, the tip-toeing stretch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHf3_v6AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S0xSdp_4qb4/s1600-h/PA020423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHf3_v6AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S0xSdp_4qb4/s400/PA020423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442371934840834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not laughing at this picture, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHf29eirI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gBMgX8ThhgE/s1600-h/PA020440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuHf29eirI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gBMgX8ThhgE/s400/PA020440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442371656878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this moment I've captured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7dkylNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NMbvxj2slYk/s1600-h/PA020449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7dkylNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NMbvxj2slYk/s400/PA020449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443945390413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My red &lt;/span&gt;shalwar kameez (though I only wore the shirt/tunic) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that Ali had it made for me back in Pakistan more than a year ago. Never get to wear it till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7r-tBWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2HtYeiuNoiY/s1600-h/PA020454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7r-tBWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2HtYeiuNoiY/s400/PA020454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443949257196898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genuine laughter is always best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7h7nAAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nUMtTgoAG3M/s1600-h/PA020462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7h7nAAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nUMtTgoAG3M/s400/PA020462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443946559864834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We brought a rubik cube while visiting. We're such losers haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ2c_faPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OCzWmRdU9OE/s1600-h/Gmbr+mahal187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ2c_faPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OCzWmRdU9OE/s400/Gmbr+mahal187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444958846249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With his python pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7m6g22I/AAAAAAAAAII/AmTdij-R34Y/s1600-h/PA020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI7m6g22I/AAAAAAAAAII/AmTdij-R34Y/s400/PA020476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443947897445218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I touched it and am pissed that my brothers didn't take a picture of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI76zCH4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hYINhdvfz8Q/s1600-h/PA020481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuI76zCH4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hYINhdvfz8Q/s400/PA020481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443953234780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ13S-W3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/tAW60DTUc1k/s1600-h/PA020002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ13S-W3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/tAW60DTUc1k/s400/PA020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444948727421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ11tH6uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sS0mkfQQ3fc/s1600-h/PA020026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuJ11tH6uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sS0mkfQQ3fc/s400/PA020026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444948300229346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lining up for money haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what happened during Raya. There were many great, funny moments not captured on camera. Most pictures are also very blurry thanks to my equally blur brother. =|  I wore another blue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/span&gt; but didn't take any pictures that day. Didn't even have the opportunity to wear my fifth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I purposely refuse to name any names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your Raya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-729658259296331593?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/729658259296331593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=729658259296331593&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/729658259296331593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/729658259296331593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/10/during-eid.html' title='During Eid'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SOuDeDyMV0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/t_1Q5YcR-aE/s72-c/PA010352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-8236473873444492952</id><published>2008-10-05T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:44:53.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow I don't know where to start. I just got back from Kuching and I finally had time to open my e-mail, FB, FS etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish everyone Eid Mubarak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories and pictures I want to share. But I can't do it right now because I've an assignment to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll update as soon as I can.&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/11792769-8236473873444492952?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/8236473873444492952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=8236473873444492952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8236473873444492952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8236473873444492952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy...'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-6361806586261393911</id><published>2008-09-24T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:46:34.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur is DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you like Donna Karan? Her clothing lines sure look nice. Just like any other girl, I would want to own an original DKNY piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I read somewhere where Mrs. Karan said regarding animal fur that all she can see are coats and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barbarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I ever consider buying anything from her till she institute a permanent fur-free policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boycott her designs and buy from designers such as Stella McCartney, Calvin Klien, Tommy Hilfiger and Polo Ralph Lauren instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing fur is not cool nor it is classy. Would you wear your pet dog's or cat's fur? No? Why wear fur at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEAN PEOPLE WEAR FUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when the buying stops, the killings can too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click links below for more information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com"&gt;Fur is Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://getactive.peta.org/campaign/donna_karan_fur"&gt;Contact Mrs Karan about the issue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caft.org.uk/"&gt;The Coalition to Abolish Fur Trade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/mc/factsheet_display.asp?ID=56"&gt;Inside the Fur Industry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos (These videos are pretty gruesome and bloody. If you're not shocked, moved or felt pity, then you must be a wall or a stone):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=skins062&amp;amp;Player=wm"&gt;A Look That Kills: Fur, Leather and Wool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=trent_fur&amp;amp;Player=wm"&gt;China Dog and Cat Fur Farm Investigation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I do not fully agree to everything that PETA does. I'm just creating awareness and educating people about the fur industry.&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/11792769-6361806586261393911?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/6361806586261393911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=6361806586261393911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6361806586261393911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6361806586261393911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/09/fur-is-dead.html' title='Fur is DEAD'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-7950651697273172096</id><published>2008-09-21T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:17:08.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone has a zodiac sign. Each of them has certain traits associated with the sign. I'm a Libra and Libras are usually fair, diplomatic, peaceful and all that yada yada. I bet each one of you know what your zodiac traits are. Some may agree, some may think it's all a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day it says this instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;/strong&gt; (Jan. 20-Feb 18) - You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a jerk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES&lt;/strong&gt; (Feb 19-Mar 20) - You have a vivid imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI or CIA. You have a minor influence on your friends and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack confidence and are a general loser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES&lt;/strong&gt; (Mar21-Apr 20) - You are the pioneer type and think most people are quick-tempered, impatient, and scornful of advice. You are a prick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS&lt;/strong&gt; (Apr 21-May 20) - You are practical and persistent. You have a dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you are stubborn and bullheaded. You are nothing but a communist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI&lt;/strong&gt; (May 21-Jun 20) - You are a quick and intelligent thinker. People like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Geminis are notorious for thriving on incest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER&lt;/strong&gt; (Jun 21-Jul 22) - You are sympathetic and understanding to other peoples problems, which makes you a sucker. You are always putting things off. That is why you will always be on welfare and won't be worth a penny. Everybody in prison is a Cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO&lt;/strong&gt; (Jul 23-Aug 22) - You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you're an idiot. Most Leos are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate honest criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo people are thieving sods and spend most of their lives kissing mirrors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO&lt;/strong&gt; (Aug 23-Sep 22) - You are the logical type and hate disorder. This nitpicking is sickening to your friends. You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep while having sex. Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA&lt;/strong&gt; (Sep 23-Oct 22) - You are the artistic type and have a difficult time with reality. If you are male, you are probably queer. Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are whores. All Libras die of venereal disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORPIO&lt;/strong&gt; (Oct 23-Nov 21) - The worst of the lot. You are shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics. You are a perfect S.O.B.. Most Scorpios are murdered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS&lt;/strong&gt; (Nov 22-Dec 21) - You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on luck since you have no talent. The majority of Sagittarius' are drunks. You are not worth the time of day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN&lt;/strong&gt; (Dec 22-Jan 19) - You are conservative and are afraid of taking risks. You are basically spineless. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance. Become a monk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-7950651697273172096?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/7950651697273172096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=7950651697273172096&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7950651697273172096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7950651697273172096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/09/zodiac-signs.html' title='Zodiac Signs'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-4893117107841182759</id><published>2008-09-20T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:52:30.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, your throat feels weird. It starts to itch. The next day, you're coughing like a dying old man. Then comes the annoying flu. You feel like that baby who has runny nose, just less cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the inevitable thumping headache that worsen when you go out in the sun. When you're lying down in bed at night, you're in a stupor praying that you'll feel better in the morning. All the while breathing through your mouth and when you talk you feel like Donald Duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come morning, your mouth feels like the Sahara desert. Your nose is stuck and the headache is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, no matter how many pills and awful liquid medicine you pour down your poor mouth, you'll still be sick. So in the end, you resign and pray that it'll be over in a week. If you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick.&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/11792769-4893117107841182759?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/4893117107841182759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=4893117107841182759&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4893117107841182759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4893117107841182759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-6927880121255862441</id><published>2008-09-13T22:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:16:08.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've been designing and drawing and came up with a theme and colour. I've finished the artwork but web designing is so tedious. =( I don't know when it'll be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is what I'm up to when I'm supposed to do my work. =( But the visions in my head won't go away and I just had to draw them. Even though my drawing ability is crap..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the blog. Done with PS7. Took about 6-7 hours? Haha. Restricted by lack of skills so had to change my vision a bit and so took hours till I'm happy with the result. Butterfly wing stock from &lt;a href="http://jlstock.deviantart.com/art/Wings-012-46948083"&gt;JLStock&lt;/a&gt; from dA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SMvXu33DPXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JxFZ4NX_tcc/s1600-h/Butterfly+wings+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SMvXu33DPXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JxFZ4NX_tcc/s400/Butterfly+wings+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245523391271878002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just details I added for deviantArt submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SMvYWe3f75I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yy0KoPS6FsI/s1600-h/Butterfly+wings+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SMvYWe3f75I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yy0KoPS6FsI/s400/Butterfly+wings+2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524071757639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an ugly model haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-6927880121255862441?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/6927880121255862441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=6927880121255862441&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6927880121255862441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/6927880121255862441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SMvXu33DPXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JxFZ4NX_tcc/s72-c/Butterfly+wings+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-8152262501207531258</id><published>2008-09-12T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:22:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of the ugly green colour on my blog. Time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to design a new layout and create artwork with a butterfly or flying theme of some sort. Make the blog more personalised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-8152262501207531258?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/8152262501207531258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=8152262501207531258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8152262501207531258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8152262501207531258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-3550766743965007826</id><published>2008-08-27T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:32:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Missing</title><content type='html'>He brought us so much joy when he came to our life and gives us so much pain when he left.&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/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLUOjWnhfWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z02i3BPouBY/s1600-h/ps+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLUOjWnhfWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z02i3BPouBY/s400/ps+bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239109742045003106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagheera watching Timmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom and the terrace feels so empty without his presence. The bed feels empty without him sleeping on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can that stupid cat be? It's driving me nuts. I'm so worried. I just want to know what happened to him and where is he now...! Nobody can give me the answers and it's tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please... wherever you are Bagheera, come home soon... You're being terribly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God send him back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my punishment for doing so many bad things in my life. Losing Bagheera is excruciatingly painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-3550766743965007826?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/3550766743965007826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=3550766743965007826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3550766743965007826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3550766743965007826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-missing.html' title='Still Missing'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLUOjWnhfWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z02i3BPouBY/s72-c/ps+bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-1513424488163983922</id><published>2008-08-24T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:13:17.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Out of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLFA8wlBsgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxhSwex0jf4/s1600-h/15062008098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLFA8wlBsgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxhSwex0jf4/s400/15062008098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238039254185128450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagheera is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I'm distracted and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where could he be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please guide him home. Bring him back safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLFA9B_K_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KflBCqoA3gM/s1600-h/tears+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLFA9B_K_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KflBCqoA3gM/s400/tears+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238039258858192018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss him with an ache. I won't stop looking for him. Just like he always waits outside for me to come home, I'll wait for him too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-1513424488163983922?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/1513424488163983922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=1513424488163983922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1513424488163983922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1513424488163983922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-out-of-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;m Going Out of My Mind'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SLFA8wlBsgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxhSwex0jf4/s72-c/15062008098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-7784451987784763130</id><published>2008-06-25T04:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SGFaRSMnfuI/AAAAAAAAADY/R2t9wPD5RhI/s1600-h/ultraman+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SGFaRSMnfuI/AAAAAAAAADY/R2t9wPD5RhI/s400/ultraman+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215549096460779234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ultraman at Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is for Fakhrain, who suggested I draw Ultraman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N, forgive me if it's not an accurate representation of Ultraman. There were so many versions of him and I got confused ahaha.. I never was much of a fan and I've obviously never drew this before. But it was something new and as someone who is just starting to draw, one should practice and draw just about everything. Hope it's good enough for you. d=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sketched with mechanical pencil. Line art and colouring with Photoshop 7.0. Once again my arms are retarded. Shading's like crap. Seriously I've no sense of lighting/shading at all... Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-7784451987784763130?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/7784451987784763130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=7784451987784763130&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7784451987784763130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7784451987784763130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/ultraman.html' title='Ultraman'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SGFaRSMnfuI/AAAAAAAAADY/R2t9wPD5RhI/s72-c/ultraman+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-7155321578987951224</id><published>2008-06-23T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:21:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Won't be updating anything (this blog, deviantART, Facebook, Friendster and whatever else I have) cause I'm too busy leveling up my Priest in World of Warcraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes I'm a nerd, dork, idiot whatever you would like to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nothing you can say will make me change cause I'm not that shallow anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll be back to drawing and writing once I reach level 70. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But I will still be checking up my sites. So do drop by to say hello or give comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-7155321578987951224?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/7155321578987951224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=7155321578987951224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7155321578987951224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7155321578987951224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-8565949681989249679</id><published>2008-06-14T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:03.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why I chose this character? Cause I like him till this very day. Looks better than the first one, right? All I need to do is keep practicing. I'm horrible in drawing body proportion, hands, hair, shading... Okay, let's just say drawing in general. I'll stick to manga and chibis for now cause I totally suck at realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFLRn20dkcI/AAAAAAAAABo/uM8-Las1tfY/s1600-h/Vegeta+%28done%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFLRn20dkcI/AAAAAAAAABo/uM8-Las1tfY/s400/Vegeta+%28done%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211458201481744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vegeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-8565949681989249679?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/8565949681989249679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=8565949681989249679&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8565949681989249679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8565949681989249679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFLRn20dkcI/AAAAAAAAABo/uM8-Las1tfY/s72-c/Vegeta+%28done%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-5794963469188656823</id><published>2008-06-13T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:05.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First CG =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I haven't drawn anything serious since I was 17. So I was a bit rusty. Not that I was ever good at drawing anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I always draw using pencil only. Yesterday, I was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://gaiaonline.com/"&gt;Gaia Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and asked someone to draw my avatar and she came up with this. Lowenna's my username in Gaia. SoberAngel is the artist and isn't she awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJkzlQXI/AAAAAAAAABg/wTs7pmHPd7Y/s1600-h/Lowenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJkzlQXI/AAAAAAAAABg/wTs7pmHPd7Y/s400/Lowenna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318043273412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;By SoberAngel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I felt inspired to draw again since I had nothing else to do. I chose manga style because it is easy. So, I drew this on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://curtin.edu.my/"&gt;Curtin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; diary. A simple, mid-shot and front view of my avatar (actually I didn't have anyone in mind when I first started).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSI1pi7JI/AAAAAAAAABI/DysrKhWBB8c/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSI1pi7JI/AAAAAAAAABI/DysrKhWBB8c/s400/DSC02578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318030614850706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;First sketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not satisfied with stopping here, I wanted to try something new. To colour my sketch using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://adobe.com/"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Since I do not have a scanner, I used a digital camera to upload it into the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I tried to do it with my first sketch. But as I was deleting all those stupid lines, I grew tired and bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I found a paper (notes from Journalism 111 haha) and traced my original sketch. To be able to see the lines properly, I actually went to the window to see my drawing. Ahaha I'm so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, anyways, I finished with a rather sloppy sketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJDJb8lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c-HUvla2Cl4/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJDJb8lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c-HUvla2Cl4/s400/DSC02581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318034238272082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lineart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Took a few pictures and upload it. Open my Photoshop.... I don't think you guys want much detailing? The way I did it was weird, awkward and based on trial and error. Spent the rest of my afternoon in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here's the finished drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJSinsDI/AAAAAAAAABY/epvO-bSwFUg/s1600-h/DSC02580+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJSinsDI/AAAAAAAAABY/epvO-bSwFUg/s400/DSC02580+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318038370431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shading was tedious and you can barely see it here! And look at that right arm! Sigh. But it's my first and I'm extremely proud that my drawing is actually recognizable and the colouring is alright. I'm a happy bunny. -eyes shine like the pic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-5794963469188656823?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/5794963469188656823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=5794963469188656823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/5794963469188656823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/5794963469188656823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-cg-d.html' title='My First CG =D'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFJSJkzlQXI/AAAAAAAAABg/wTs7pmHPd7Y/s72-c/Lowenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-3887261804895693872</id><published>2008-06-12T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm done with my exam today and I am so overjoyed! Happy! Euphoric! Glad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFDqnS6F0mI/AAAAAAAAABA/wwjMFr2FKS4/s1600-h/DSC02485+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFDqnS6F0mI/AAAAAAAAABA/wwjMFr2FKS4/s400/DSC02485+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210922729678951010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just want to gloat over that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-3887261804895693872?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/3887261804895693872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=3887261804895693872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3887261804895693872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3887261804895693872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-free.html' title='I Am Free'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SFDqnS6F0mI/AAAAAAAAABA/wwjMFr2FKS4/s72-c/DSC02485+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-317303212503729783</id><published>2008-06-07T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$6 000 watermelon anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEqad-kOtsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6egWlpTzOmg/s1600-h/20080606101009990015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEqad-kOtsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6egWlpTzOmg/s400/20080606101009990015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209145758809241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In the Japanese society, melons are a luxury items and are often given as gifts. Most melons are priced between $100-$300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The watermelon above is probably one of the most expensive in the world. Kazuyoshi Ohira, a spokesman for the Tohma Agricultural Cooperative in Hokkaido explained, "It's the unusual black skin and unparalleled taste. It's a watermelon but it's not the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rightttt. If that's the case, I'm going to be a farmer and grow black melons in my backyard and export them to Japan... Oh man I'll be so rich...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So dear readers, here's the question. What kind of person will buy a $6 000 melon? Ridiculous, funny theories are more than welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-317303212503729783?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/317303212503729783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=317303212503729783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/317303212503729783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/317303212503729783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-000-watermelon-anyone.html' title='$6 000 watermelon anyone?'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEqad-kOtsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6egWlpTzOmg/s72-c/20080606101009990015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-1863243624171141933</id><published>2008-06-05T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:58:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Price Increase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;40% increase! That's the biggest jump. Sure the government is giving cash rebates to private car owners. But only RM625 per year. People spend that in 2 months plus! This is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The government told us to be more wise in spending. Be thrifty and try to find additional income. Change your lifestyle and don't make unnecessary purchases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is stupid. Telling us what to do and how to live our lives. They are reducing people's buying power. What we need is an increase in our income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-1863243624171141933?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/1863243624171141933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=1863243624171141933&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1863243624171141933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1863243624171141933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-price-increase.html' title='Oil Price Increase'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-7930552933837706367</id><published>2008-06-02T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:06.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaia Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seems like I haven't been updating in a while. I blame it on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://gaiaonline.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. I know it's silly but it makes me happy. And I spend hours and hours online it's bordering to addiction! Hmm... or maybe I'm already addicted. (Damnit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEQVoWlKH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MO3XfnaPPvA/s1600-h/gaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEQVoWlKH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MO3XfnaPPvA/s400/gaia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310852147519298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;See I even have a Gaia toolbar, for crying out loud. Ya'know, to monitor my gold, who's online or not etc. Am I pathetic or what? (Don't answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gaia Online seems childish to most. And yes a lot of kids (20 years old and below) go there. But there are a lot of adults too, which still surprises me. Gaia is an anime-themed social networking and forums-based website. You get to dress your tiny little customizable avatars and post in the forums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's silly to go crazy over a few coloured pixels or virtual gold but there you go. Insanity happens to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-7930552933837706367?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/7930552933837706367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=7930552933837706367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7930552933837706367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/7930552933837706367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaia-online.html' title='Gaia Online'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SEQVoWlKH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MO3XfnaPPvA/s72-c/gaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-8307833806021090742</id><published>2008-05-28T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:00:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This morning, I looked out of the porch window to see a dog lying down near the wall. The dog had a light blue collar. It used to belong to someone but now it is skinny, dirty and sick. Who would own a dog like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Shoo. Shoo dog shoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The dog got up and limped towards the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: No... Shoo! Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The dog limped nearer. I went to another window and stared at it for awhile, thinking how pitiful the dog looked. I thought of giving it something but I was scared that it will come back again looking for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I went back to my own room and went online. Half an hour after that, Ali came and told me there's a dead dog in front of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Impossible! Not the same dog, surely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I went to look and the body was covered with a piece of newspaper. I was in denial. I went out to see if it really was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The body was still. It wasn't breathing. The empty eyes stared at nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tears flowed. The dog I saw was actually dying... I was the last person to see it alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I called the Miri City Council to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that Miri has a lot of heartless pet owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame that Miri called itself a city and yet it doesn't have animal shelters like the &lt;a href="http://spca.org.my"&gt;SPCA&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://paws.org.my"&gt;PAWS&lt;/a&gt;. Animals rights are forgotten. Nobody cares.&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/11792769-8307833806021090742?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/8307833806021090742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=8307833806021090742&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8307833806021090742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/8307833806021090742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/dead-dog.html' title='The Dead Dog'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-600604598597112248</id><published>2008-05-22T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:06.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have MERCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SDWTQL8d9CI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o3PQCsfAvvQ/s1600-h/_44671663_burmadonations512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SDWTQL8d9CI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o3PQCsfAvvQ/s200/_44671663_burmadonations512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203226850790077474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SDWTQL8d9DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KJ5sblKNWGQ/s1600-h/china_rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SDWTQL8d9DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KJ5sblKNWGQ/s200/china_rescue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203226850790077490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Millions of people in China and Myanmar are homeless due to natural disasters. Have you asked yourself what you can do to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If a student like me can donate, so can the rest of you. There are many ways to donate to the victims of these natural disasters. I donated through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://maybank2u.com/"&gt;Maybank2u.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;which will go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercy.org.my/main/index.html"&gt;MERCY Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When you go to sleep at night, think how lucky you are to actually have a roof to protect you against the environment and to have your family safe with you under one roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Please help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-600604598597112248?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/600604598597112248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=600604598597112248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/600604598597112248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/600604598597112248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-mercy.html' title='Have MERCY'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SDWTQL8d9CI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o3PQCsfAvvQ/s72-c/_44671663_burmadonations512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-2117548167514339516</id><published>2008-05-20T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:59:13.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Language Translated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got this joke from the Net. Hope it'll enlighten all men who come across this. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Yes = No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; No = Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Maybe = No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm sorry. = You'll be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; We need... = I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do what you want... = You'll pay for this later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;We need to talk... = I need to complain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sure...go ahead = I don't want you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want new curtains = ...and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hang the picture there = NO, I mean hang it there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I heard a noise = Get up, go downstairs and see what's making that noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;How much do you love me? = I did something today you're really not going to like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Am I fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You have to learn to communicate. = Just agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Are you listening to me!? = Too late, you're dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not yelling! = Yes I am yelling because I think this is important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; In response to "what's wrong?":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; The same old thing = Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Nothing = Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Nothing, really = It's just that you're such an idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Most girls know that what comes out of our mouth is not usually what it literally means. It's all about signs and body language. Something a man can never really notice or understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-2117548167514339516?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/2117548167514339516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=2117548167514339516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/2117548167514339516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/2117548167514339516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/womens-language-translated.html' title='Women&apos;s Language Translated'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-1957962139439704303</id><published>2008-05-20T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:29:43.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We gave the 3 kittens to our friend. He has a mother cat who already has 4 kittens of her own. Thankfully, she accepted the stray kittens as her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;However, one of the kittens died yesterday. We predicted that but it still makes me sad. It was the smallest one. The one who hasn't even opened its eyes yet. I didn't think it had the will to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;At least the other 2 are doing quite well. The mother cat and her kittens have accepted the 2 adopted kittens as their own family. It's the sweetest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I promised pictures but the pictures that I took with my phone is stretched like crazy. I don't know why or how to fix it. O well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-1957962139439704303?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/1957962139439704303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=1957962139439704303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1957962139439704303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/1957962139439704303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/kittens-part-2.html' title='Kittens Part 2'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-2788985218860139497</id><published>2008-05-18T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:09:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This morning, as I came back from buying newspaper, I heard meowing of a very small kitten. It was somewhere around our driveway. I tried to look for it but I couldn't locate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Half an hour ago, Johan saw 3 kittens in a box underneath our driveway. Yes. In the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They were drenched, cold and hungry. One hasn't even opened its eyes yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who can be so HEARTLESS?? If you have a cat/dog, take responsibility. Don't let it breed around if you won't take care of the kittens/puppies or couldn't find people who wants them. That's just irresponsible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Neuter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;spay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it! It's a once in a lifetime procedure and it will actually make your pet live longer and healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.spca.org.my/neuter.htm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; for more info on spaying or neutering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Renee cleaned them while I try to keep them warm. I'm sure Bagheera (my black cat) won't miss his towel much. I made cat milk and Hassan fed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sure if any would survive. I called my vet in Kuching and she told me to keep them warm and feed them 5 times a day. "If they survive, you are very lucky. If they don't... don't put yourself down." It's hard to take care of these young ones without their mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll upload pictures of them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-2788985218860139497?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/2788985218860139497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=2788985218860139497&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/2788985218860139497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/2788985218860139497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/kittens.html' title='Kittens!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-3955173744474947077</id><published>2008-05-17T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:52:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SC8Cgo-4VSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/f9KE0euW4kg/s1600-h/ironman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SC8Cgo-4VSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/f9KE0euW4kg/s200/ironman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201378854416438562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just got back from watching Iron Man with Ali, Max, Fitria, Johan, Renee, Hassan and Abe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The movie was AWESOME. You know how action movies are ruined by fluffy romance? This one is (almost) pure action all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It is funny at all the right parts. No added drama and useless scenes. The storyline flows well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What I like about Iron Man/Tony Stark is how human he is. He's not an alien from outer space who wears his underpants on the outside. He wasn't bitten by some freak spider. Nor did he get affected from toxic waste/radiation/and whatever crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Iron Man is a normal human being who used his intelligence to create amazing technologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was surprised that the actor who played Tony Stark/Iron Man is not friggin-hot or model-esque. He is a 40+ years old man. But his character is a lovable one. He is sarcastic, funny, smart, rich etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but this beats Spiderman (the movies). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-3955173744474947077?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/3955173744474947077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=3955173744474947077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3955173744474947077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/3955173744474947077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-movie.html' title='Iron Man the movie'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/SC8Cgo-4VSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/f9KE0euW4kg/s72-c/ironman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-4149028572920088014</id><published>2008-05-17T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:19:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I like this one. Simple and clean. Still needs a lot of work though. Links, pics etc. But I can't be arsed to change the font colour. Too much work. Just ctrl+a if you're determine reading the old posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tell me what you think of my new skin.&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/11792769-4149028572920088014?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/4149028572920088014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=4149028572920088014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4149028572920088014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/4149028572920088014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-5448386929137610487</id><published>2008-05-16T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:05:47.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haven't been blogging in almost 2 years. I don't know why I decided to come back. I just feel the need to write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-5448386929137610487?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/5448386929137610487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=5448386929137610487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/5448386929137610487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/5448386929137610487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2008/05/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115632636899166786</id><published>2006-08-23T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:50:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I haven't blog in a long time. Didn't really have the time. Lots have happened and I don't know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Prom is this Saturday. Two guys asked me out but unfortunately I have to turn them down. I didn't plan to go this year. It's too early. Where were they last year when I didn't have a date to prom? Hmph. Such is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And my love life... So much drama~! Hmmm... I feel bad. I don't want to make two best friends fight. Sigh. I'm sure everything's going to be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And then there's the assignments! One due this Friday. Ergh. And two journals due EVERY week. Bleagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss home. My family... Isk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss Nana. She's in KL right now. Asked her to buy something from Topshop or Zara for me. She replied saying as if she can afford to buy anything for me except an Adidas shirt sold at the side of the streets. Bitch. And I miss Azee. I miss my brothers. I even miss my dad. I found out yesterday that he bought himself a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nokia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_n73-1550.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N73 phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I found out through Nana, I messaged him instantly. I just want my message to be one of the first few on his brand new phone. Heh. He replied: "Tq girl. Chess n golf = sure enjoy. Take care." My dad called me GIRL! GIRL!! He never called me that. Any of his daughters! Say 'sure enjoy' again... He's nearly 50 years old ok. He must be damn happy about his phone. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I miss most is my mum. I want to go back home and give her a nice, long hug. Eeeee rindu gila babi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115632636899166786?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115632636899166786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115632636899166786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115632636899166786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115632636899166786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/08/caught-in-middle.html' title='Caught in the middle'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115417681259929396</id><published>2006-07-29T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:43:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clashing Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I found out that my FTV 111 clashes with my MCI 212. So I e-mailed Mr. Rama this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(JULY 27) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mr Rama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I would like to notify you that my FTV 111 (12.30 - 4.30  PM) class with you on Tuesday clashes with Mr. Mawi's MCI 212 class (2.30 - 5.00  PM). I hope that you can reschedule one of the classes to another time. Thank  you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Khairunnisa Nasir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And he replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(JULY 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;It will be impossible to re-schedule the FTV 111 lecture and  re-scheduling the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;MCI 212 seminar will most likely cause additional time-table clashes  for other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;students; the sessions for these two units cover 3-4 hours and are  difficult to 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Wahhh!! I don't wantttt!! I failed my Mkt Comm last year. It's not really my fault. Can't understand a friggin' word the lecturer was saying. To be extremely frank (and mean), I think he's an idiot. I don't want to go through Goi (the lecturer) again. No no no and a thousand times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;! So I replied to Rama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(JULY 29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Alright. I'll drop FTV 111 and retake it next year. However, I'm not really  keen on taking Mkt Comm 211 again as I have trouble understanding the lecturer.  I was hoping that I'll take it when Mkt Comm has a new lecturer (or as a last  resort). Can I take PR or Professional Selling 300 instead? Will pass you the  Enrolment Amendment next week. Thank you, Mr Rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Khairunnisa Nasir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hmmm... I really don't want to take Mkt Comm la. So sengsara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115417681259929396?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115417681259929396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115417681259929396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115417681259929396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115417681259929396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/clashing-classes.html' title='Clashing Classes'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115383446731764689</id><published>2006-07-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:38:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I noticed that I blog every 5 days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Erm... Hmmm... I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyways, I was browsing through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; for the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/rihanna/unfaithful.html"&gt;Unfaithful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.90bpm.sk/picture/perex/rihanna.jpg"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. (Whee~! So many linkies. Hee. I'm in such a good mood, I guess. Rihanna is so pretty!) I found the video clip, random people 'trying' to sing the song, and even someone teaching how to play the song on piano. But what I want you guys to see is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=cn59YQxH6fk&amp;search=harry%20and%20hermione%20%28unfaithful%29"&gt;Harry and Hermione (Unfaithful)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes, I know. Another HP thing... But you have to see it. I like this video so much because I know how much effort it must have taken the girl who made it (and also I like this song and HP. Hehe). Great editing skills. I would know. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115383446731764689?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115383446731764689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115383446731764689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115383446731764689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115383446731764689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115340734664417462</id><published>2006-07-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:55:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry Trotter and the Shameless Parody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Have any of you read the book mentioned above? It's a parody of the famous Harry Potter series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The book's about Barry Trotter, obviously.. He's 22. In this book, he's to stop the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Barry Trotter and the Inevitable Attempt to Cash-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Forget about the Dork Lord, Lord Valumart. Barry, Ermine Cringer and Lon Measly must try to defeat the most powerful force of grasping sleazoids the world has ever known: Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Is this parody funny? Is it worth your money? Why don't you decide. Here's an exerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Quiddit, as everybody knows, is a game where wizards and witches fly around on mops trying to put a ball through a hoop. The hoop is guarded by a goalkeeper. In addition to goalies, there are Bashers, whose job is to hit things: Brainers (the very type of ball that took a core sample of Lon's bean), other players and in particular slow matches, themselves. When Bashers would hit people, their victims would invariably yell, 'Quit it!' - hence, the game's name. It's pointless, and very violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Finally, there are the Sic'ers, who chase a flying, sentient meat patty called a Sneetch. Whoever catches the Sneetch gets a zillion points and wins the match. This is a very stupid rule because it renders all other facets of the game meaningless; on the other hand, it is very useful from a literary standpoint, since it allows for a speedy, dramatic conclusion whenever the narration begins to drag. Barry was one of the best amateur Sic'ers ever. He loved this mindless, brutal, guts-freezingly dangerous sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ermine, predictably, didn't. 'If you guys don't mind, I'll take a miss,' said Ermine. 'Kate Spade has the cutest wands on sale.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'Kate Spade!' Barry said, aggrieved. 'You said you were poor!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'Priorities, Barry, priorities,' Ermine said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Gerber 2001, p. 108-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;There are the Earth Eaters... They were called this because Lord Valumart made them eat copiuos amounts of dirt as proof of their loyalty to him. (Gerber 2001, p. 24) There's also J.G. Rollins live-in companion, Trevor Nunnally, who thinks th&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; the world's problems can be solved through wooden car racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The book is an enjoyable read. But I've read things far more funny at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.fictionalley.org/"&gt;www.FictionAlley.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;www.FanFiction.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Eg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/clam_chowder/"&gt;Clam Chowder's The Ultimate Harry Potter Cliche Catalogue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Now that is probably one of the most hilarious thing I've read. But you gotta read a lot of fanfics to understand it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115340734664417462?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115340734664417462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115340734664417462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115340734664417462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115340734664417462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/barry-trotter-and-shameless-parody.html' title='Barry Trotter and the Shameless Parody'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115289697731495402</id><published>2006-07-15T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:09:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't believe how some people can be so frigging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. I cannot comprehend it. I'm just shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I wish you're in front of me right now. I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch slap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; that face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115289697731495402?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115289697731495402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115289697731495402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115289697731495402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115289697731495402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-time-for-title.html' title='No time for title'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115246805757951639</id><published>2006-07-10T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:07:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Trying to be happy. I just got back from KL. I just went for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="www.rainforestmusic-borneo.com"&gt;Rainforest World Music Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. I'm in Kuching now. I should be content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115246805757951639?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115246805757951639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115246805757951639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115246805757951639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115246805757951639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115209078365519506</id><published>2006-07-05T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:13:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frusttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I lost my purse. I LOST MY PURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOST MY FRIGGIN PURSE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not in Miri. Not in Kl. But in my own home town. My own home town! Gah. So so mad right now. At myself for losing it. At the thief for stealing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All those times I went clubbing, never once I lose my purse. The time I went to the Indonesian Embassy. The time I went to Petaling Street at night. I didn't lose anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But this time! This time, it was in front of my grandparents house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*(@*&amp;$^^!)*^%(T%(&amp;amp;!$^!^%*(^%!T(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My ID card, driving licence, Maybank ATM card, student card, MAS Grads student card, name cards, money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Imagine all the trouble I have to go through to renew everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pissed, annoyed, irritated, troubled, upset, angry, regret, frustrated etc. I feel like banging my head on the wall. Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But on a happier note, we were on Astro today. Channel 16 (Hitz.tv) at 3:00 PM. I missed it because I was busy being everybody's driver. So I'm hoping to catch the repeat of Top Ten Live. Check us out. Ferhad teased me of my being all British. Darn everyone of them who smiled secretly at me. I don't care. I got RM50 MPH voucher. What did you get? Exactly. So shut up. Hmph. I'm still annoyed. Stupid me losing my stupid purse. I curse thee, purse stealer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115209078365519506?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115209078365519506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115209078365519506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115209078365519506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115209078365519506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/frusttttttttttttt.html' title='Frusttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115190923192301278</id><published>2006-07-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:47:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So I am back in Kuching. Just got back from KL last night. I am sick. Flu. I'm just thankful that I wasn't sick when I was in KL. I'll have pictures up soon about the KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, can't believe Kuching has changed. The roads are different. All those beuatiful trees chopped down. How horrified I was. But all in all, I am so glad I'm back home. I'm happy as I can be. =)&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/11792769-115190923192301278?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115190923192301278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115190923192301278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115190923192301278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115190923192301278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-115097438839685226</id><published>2006-06-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:06:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yeah so finally an update. I cut my hair the other day. Just a lil trim and layered it. I expect the woman (who I think is quite pretty and friendly) will just give me a blowdry after everything finishes. But nooo... She asked me to look up while she does I don't know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;When I finally can see the mirror, I was in a shock. She styled it like as if I had a perm! I faked a smile while she and all the others were going on how my curls are so beautiful and balanced blah blah blah. Isk. Lebih lebih pulak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_5536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_5536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;P.S: Aman's here in Miri! But that's another story.. Running out of time here actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-115097438839685226?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/115097438839685226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=115097438839685226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115097438839685226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/115097438839685226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114993998712881447</id><published>2006-06-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:46:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So it's finally here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The opening match was amazing. Not even 10 minutes into the game, Germany has already scored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm supporting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;land &lt;/span&gt;(of course), &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;What team are you supporting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114993998712881447?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114993998712881447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114993998712881447&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114993998712881447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114993998712881447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114900574632895832</id><published>2006-05-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:15:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sad. Family's further away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I haven't seen my mum for 3 months already. I thought I'm used to it. And I was. But then the whole family went to umrah. Left me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Went further away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;They're at another part of the world. I wonder what they're doing right now. I wish I am with them. One whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I cannot help but miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I nearly cried when my lecturer butchered our movie and made it his. But I didn't. I thought I would feel sad reading the recent post by my so-called love of my life about him falling in love. Thought that I would cry. But I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;However, just one thought of my family and the tears just flow freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I kept looking at the map of Qatar and Saudi Arabia. Wondering if they're there. Wondering how they're faring. Wondering... wondering... wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sedih. They go umrah without me. If it's anywhere else in the world doing whatever, I don't think I would feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Except if they're flying off to see Mariah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114900574632895832?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114900574632895832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114900574632895832&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114900574632895832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114900574632895832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114887673765777089</id><published>2006-05-29T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:25:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok, so her birthday was actually yesterday. Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We did another surprise party for her this year. Surprise surprise. It's just that it's so much fun because she wouldn't suspect anything. Or maybe we're just damn good liars. Which I know is not something to be proud of. But hey, it helps to have this skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jasmine, Teem, Ryn, Fifi and I bought lamb shoulders, BBQ sauce and drinks the day before Sarah's birthday. We also ordered a chocolate ice cream cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;On her birthday, Jasmine and I bought plates, BBQ equipments and corns. While back at Jasmine's house, Teem swept the front porch. Heh. Bersih tau. =) Teem cut the lamb shoulders into small pieces and Jasmine helped in cleaning them. But I end up to be the one finishing the cleaning. I then marinated the lamb shoulders and the chicken wings. Haslina came to help us with the BBQ grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maya and her boyfriend, Adrus, was the first to come. Then, Stephanie and Yasmin came. By then, Jasmine and I had to go. To send Teem back to the hostel to pick up her stuff (laptop, clothes etc.), pick up Ryn and Dayang, get my camera and an ashtray and finally send Teem, Ryn and Dayang to Jasmine's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jasmine and I then rushed to Sarah's. Originally, the plan was for the two of us to pick up Sarah and then watch sunset at Esplanade. Then try to delay while everyone get ready at Jasmine's house. On the way back, I will then tell Jasmine to stop by her house because I have the urge to pee. Konon nya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;However, because we ran out of time, by the time we reached Sarah's it was 6.15 PM. There was no way we can make it to see sunset at 6.25 PM. Esplanade was at the other side of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So... on the way to Sarah's I made a plan that we'll just tell her that the three of us have dinner somewhere. I will go to the ATM to get my money. Jasmine will come out with me. Jasmine will pretend that she forgot her wallet (which I put inside MY handbag) so that we have to go back to her house. We wanted to give Maya and Adrus more time (they were in charge with getting the cake and &lt;em&gt;serai&lt;/em&gt; because we don't have a brush for the BBQ)  so I'll go buy some batteries for my camera. In the mean time, Jasmine talked to Sarah that we'll have our dinner at Marriot. Her treat. That's why she has to go back to her house to get the wallet. And the thing was, she even called Fifi in the car, asking him to check if her wallet is on the table. "It is? Alright we'll come home to get it now. Are you going out? Oh alright." This was to make sure that Sarah wouldn't suspect anything if the house was all dark and unlit. It was a good plan. And we executed it perfectly. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;One time, Maya called to enquire if they should light the candles now or later. I told her that I'll give her a miss call and yes, the editing is tomorrow morning. Maya played along. Hee hee. Sarah didn't suspect anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When we got home, Jasmine asked if we wanna go inside. I told her "Ok. I want to pee also." So of course Sarah came with us too. When I walked nearer to the house, I can see the candles were all lit from the glass doors. Shit. And I panicked when Sarah wanted to walk towards the cat because she'll definitely can see the candles. I walked quickly to the front door and urged Jasmine to hurry up. I saw Sarah looking at Maya's high heels with her mobile phone's light. I panicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jasmine finally opened the door and the both of us went inside. The house was dark. Sarah came in last. The moment she stepped inside, everybody came out from their hiding places. She never assumed anything. When she was cutting the cake, she turned towards me and Min asking "So, &lt;em&gt;sik jadi lah pegi&lt;/em&gt; Marriot?" (So, we're not going to Marriot?) Haha. &lt;em&gt;Kesian nya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We started BBQing after that. Adrus complimented me that I marinated the meat well. Hee hee. Bangga nya. First time marinate dah turn out well. =) Everyone took turn BBQing the lamb, chicken and corn. Even the birhtday girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They all went home at midnight. The whole entire thing was tiring and also money draining but it was for a good friend and seeing her surprised face was worth it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114887673765777089?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114887673765777089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114887673765777089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114887673765777089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114887673765777089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy Birthday Sarah!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114887461473271727</id><published>2006-05-29T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:50:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There's this common perception that if you kiss someone with braces, you might get hurt. The lips and/or tongue could get cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Apparently, you won't get hurt or anything. You won't even notice the braces. Well, unless you're licking the teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But if you do lick the braces, will your tongue get caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ugh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody&lt;/span&gt; tongue. Not very appealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I wonder... does it feel nicer to have braces gently scrap on you skin? Say hmm... your throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't like my teeth. Maybe I'll get braces? But it's too much of a bother. Sigh. Laziness persist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114887461473271727?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114887461473271727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114887461473271727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114887461473271727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114887461473271727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114835231039505672</id><published>2006-05-23T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:45:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok, I just want to clarify some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I may say that I go clubbing more blah blah blah. It didn't mean getting wasted and throwing my life away. Sometimes all I do at the club is watch people have fun and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All these night activities or day activities do not affect my studies. I will not allow it to make me not hand in my work or skip classes. If I do skip classes, it's because I want too. Not because I want to go have fun somewhere else. Sometimes all I do is just stay home and not do anything. I've handed in my PR before 5 PM. My group members say that my editing is going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I go out more. But I still do my work and pass them up. I'm going through a rough time this semester. So I surrounded myself with people. That was better than staying home, alone and sad. The thing with my sister actually still upsets me. But when I post about it, only one replied. I've also been through a break up. But just when I thought that I am free from that problem, other problems pop up. I don't need more drama. Just tell me what's wrong. What's bothering you. But don't give me the cold shoulder. It would not solve anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To people who are concerned about the life that I lead now, please do not worry. I can take care of myself. I know my limit. I'm just choosing this method (socialising) as a way for me to forget my problems. Problems that are actually distracting me from my school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, I've changed. People do change. But the only thing that I've changed about my life is how I lead it. The real Nysa that you all know is still here. I'm still the honest Nysa. Weird and silly. Happy and care-free. Or so I want people to think. I love my family and friends. Still the caring, nice one. Chewah. Tak tau malu puji diri sendiri. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, and P.S: Syiq, my cred expired so I say here la. No more misunderstanding. You weren't burdening me at all with that. I didn't mind. Btw, did you know that you called me last night? I was asleep, you know. Hish. It surprised me hearing you singing. I was so sleepy, I opened my mobile, stared at it, forgetting that it would automatically answer it. When it connected, I kept saying hello. It took me a minute and a half to figure out that you're not talking to me. Haha. So, sorry about wasting your credit. Blame it on my blurness. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114835231039505672?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114835231039505672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114835231039505672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114835231039505672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114835231039505672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/clearing-up.html' title='Clearing Up'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114826373631274350</id><published>2006-05-22T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:55:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on... And away I go~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, it's exactly been a month after the break up. I've been keeping myself busy the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I became more social. Clubbing more. Piak more. Hehe. Went out more. Road trip la. Sleep overs la. &lt;em&gt;Macam-macam lah&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks to Jasmine, Teem, Ryn and Dayang. Always making me go out and made me forget. Hey, that trip to Lambir and Bintulu sure was fun. =) Anywhere with you guys &lt;em&gt;memang&lt;/em&gt; confirm best. Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanks to my housemates. They were so concerned. Dy, giving your shoulder to cry on was priceless. Thank you. I know Felix actually cared too. Hee. Also Wani and Farisan for forcing me to eat. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ing Hui and Renee... Drinking at 5 PM. Haha. Enough said. I told you I don't show my problems. But I do have them. And this blog is the place I let it all out. My magic beans! Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Syafiq, I know we're not that close anymore. But hearing that you were concerned after all that's been going on between us, I was touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Azee, I know you cared. If you don't, I just pretend you do &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; k. Hehe. Love you, sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyone else, I can't be bothered to list down everybody ok. But thank you for whatever it was that you guys have done to comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, I'm moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He is a thing of the past. I wouldn't forget him. He was my first of so many things. And like they said, you would never forget your fist love. But like so many firsts, they come and they go. First love, first kiss, first sex, first child... And then you have to make more. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The break up was actually freeing. Of course I was sad. Of course I was upset. But I'm an optimist. One door closed, I can see so many others opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now I can flirt guiltlessly. I can get close to my guy buddies without fearing anyone being unreasonably jealous about it. I can oogle at guys. Farah and Angie would know what I'm talking about. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opportunities are everywhere when you are actually looking. I never was interested in anyone back in high school. I put my studies as first priority. When I got out of high school, I fell in love with him. That much is history. There was no one else but him. But now... after him, I've become more open to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He once said "I'll show you the stars, remember". He never did. And he never will. He made me really happy. Let me just keep those good memories with me. There'll never be another time though. Those 2 years I've kept my feelings for him a secret because I know a lot of people are not that enthusiastic about it. They had their reasons. So now I'm going to listen to them. But he did show me so many other things. And I thank him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haha. Can't resist to put any Mariah lyrics in this. Hee. One thing that'll never change. My love for Mariah Carey. Chewah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So from now on, hopefully this blog wouldn't have any sadness caused by the break up. Enough is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All this time we've been together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a new adventure&lt;br /&gt;Time's enough to last forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;Our love was sometimes all we had&lt;br /&gt;Through good times and through bad&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All our days weren't bright and sunny&lt;br /&gt;There were times we had no money&lt;br /&gt;You could always find some funny things to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking back on where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I loved you all the way&lt;br /&gt;Every mile, every night, every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Times I thought I couldn't take it&lt;br /&gt;Wondring if we'd ever make it&lt;br /&gt;You could hold me close and make it go away&lt;br /&gt;And though I've said it all before&lt;br /&gt;I never meant it more&lt;br /&gt;I love you all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Good bye, Rasyiq. I'll always care for you. I know you'll find someone new in no time. That's a fact. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The first and the last time, the little owl signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114826373631274350?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114826373631274350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114826373631274350&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114826373631274350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114826373631274350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-on-and-away-i-go.html' title='Moving on... And away I go~!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114783530252158256</id><published>2006-05-17T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:08:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Please don't fight. Please. I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114783530252158256?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114783530252158256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114783530252158256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114783530252158256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114783530252158256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/silliness.html' title='Silliness'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114715425519479343</id><published>2006-05-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:57:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss my family. I miss home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum’s younger sister came by the other night for a surprise visit. After she called asking my house number, I dashed and knocked at Dian’s door. I was panicking. I told her that my aunt is coming to visit so we yelled at Farisan to clear away any indication that two guys are living in the house. I cleaned my room, sprayed perfumes (darn it smelt like smoke) and hid my cigarette boxes. Farisan had a ‘collection’ of empty cigarette boxes in the display cupboard (don’t ask why), so we put them inside a plastic bag. We also hid all the ashtrays. It was half an hour after my aunt called when she finally arrived at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her about my sister, Nana. (It was her birthday on the 3rd of May. She’s 18! Legal age. Whahahaha~!!) Finally someone who can demonstrate to me what’s actually happening and what kind of surgery she had. All I got from my mum was “Oh it’s too hard to explain. Wait till you’re back.” Blah blah blah. Kinda annoyed when she said that hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I keep hearing “Oh everything’s fine! Don’t worry!” I don’t think it’s fine at all. Nana is traumatised. Now she always sits at the back instead of the front seat. But at least she’s going to take her driving license next year with Azee. At least she’s willing to try again. I just cry at the thought of how I had taught her to manoeuvre the car. How she was so happy when I let her drive. Even if it was only in front of the stadium. How she studied the laws and crap for the exam so studiously as if she’s taking an important school exam. I clearly remember her squealing and her state of panicking when she saw another car heading towards us (the car was far away and we were at a huge car park…). How can I not be sad when I heard about the accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister, the only person in the family that I didn’t hug when I went back to Miri. Of course I was scared shitless when I heard about what happened. I was still teary eyed when my aunt retold the story. The difficulties that my sister is having with lack of her right eyelid, how she had to go through two surgeries to get her right eye fix etc. I wouldn’t be comforted till I see my sister myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I also learned what happened to the family on the day of the accident. I learnt how my dad went through it. He was devastated. It was a very different reaction from the time when my dad was beside my late grandpa at his last moments. He was quite controlled. But this reaction towards Nana’s accident… It’s something I’m so unfamiliar with. It was actually my dad who asked everyone not to tell me. Kinda annoyed at that but then again, even though I was just told two days after the accident, I couldn’t pay attention to whatever my lecturer was saying. I was a wreck that day. So I guess my dad did the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114715425519479343?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114715425519479343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114715425519479343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114715425519479343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114715425519479343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114679264249043777</id><published>2006-05-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:30:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Miss Curtin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okaaayy.. I've been tricked by Renee!! She said she's joining!! Why me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why am I so easily influenced? I can't say No to people. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Renee filled up the form for me and I stupidly guide her on what to say on the form. The last question, it asked you to describe yourself in 25 words. I wrote "I'm nice. Too nice to say No to Renee and Jasmair".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm going to hide tonight so no one can find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't care if the prize is RM500 and a bottle of JD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114679264249043777?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114679264249043777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114679264249043777&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114679264249043777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114679264249043777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/05/mr-miss-curtin.html' title='Mr &amp; Miss Curtin'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114612789241612917</id><published>2006-04-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:51:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok so how and when did it happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I was out with Teem, Ryn, Angie, Dayang and Fish on the 21st April. We went to CB. At midnight, I text Rasyiq wishing him happy fourth anniversary. Everything was quite normal. He apologised that he couldn't come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then it all started to become more serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I asked him is he serious? Breaking it off now? On our anniversary? He was determined. I told him I don't want to lose him. I mean after all those years and I finally have him, I wouldn't just give up and say Ok, let's break up! But well, broke up we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wished he didn't do it when I was out. I managed not to cry during the whole outing. But when I got to my bedroom door, I just broke down in front of it. It was pathetic. I wished he didn't break it off on our anniversary. But what could I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I cried day and night for two days. At at some point I was in denial. It took some will power not to message pathetic stuff to him. It hurts so bad. I was in such a mess. My mum was recently very sick. And my sister was in Timberland that Saturday to get her eyes fix. I was missing my family so bad. I even thought of buying ticket to go back home this Friday and come back home on Tuesday. I wanted to go back home to my main source of comfort. My permanent one. My family. But I changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm thinking of saving my money for the trip to KL instead. Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Please don't go and say "Oh he's not worth your tears!", "He's a jerk!" or "I'll personally go to Kuching and punch his face!" because that's what I've been hearing. It hurts to hear all that. I need to cry, for one thing. And it wasn't really comforting because I still very much love him. He has his reasons and I respect them. I understood them and I'm not angry at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't really have time to tell the reasons so that'll be in Explaination Part II. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114612789241612917?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114612789241612917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114612789241612917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114612789241612917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114612789241612917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/04/explaination.html' title='Explaination'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114572982532122415</id><published>2006-04-23T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:17:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, it's over. On 22nd April. Exactly on our 4th month anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"When I think of our untimely end and everything we could have been, I cry. Baby, I cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok, so it's 5 AM and I still can't sleep/ Took some medicine/ But it's not working/ Someone's clinging to me/ And it's bittersweet / Cause he's head over heels/ &lt;strong&gt;BUT IT AIN'T THAT DEEP&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114572982532122415?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114572982532122415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114572982532122415&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114572982532122415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114572982532122415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/04/end_23.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114446169697917605</id><published>2006-04-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:01:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm at &lt;a href="http://jasmine.riliaceus.net"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/a&gt;'s house right now. Slept over last night. I was supposed to help her do her research. But we got back late. Both were so tired and sleepy. It rained heavily last night. When we got to her front door, we found out that it was locked... We were locked outside. At 1 AM. When it's raining hard. Plus, we both need to pee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Since we couldn't get the maid to wake up, we drove out again. To some random hotel nearby (Marriot). We need to go to the toilet! But then the maid called. Sigh. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We didn't do our research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So anyways, I haven't been updating regularly. I miss blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But I have assignments due every bloody week. And it's so tiring and depressing. Not only that, if I don't have a presentation that week, I have shooting or editing to do! Next week, I have one 1500 words paper due, a presentation on Monday, a shooting on Tuesday. I don't mind being busy. But I hate being TOO busy. It makes you too tired to do anything else. You have class the whole day. And at night, you want to do your assignments but you're too tired! Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And I miss Rasyiq so much. There's a chance that I'm not going to see him till the end of the year. I don't think he's coming next week. Or ever. He's busy too. Working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Depressing, depressing, depressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114446169697917605?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114446169697917605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114446169697917605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114446169697917605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114446169697917605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/04/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114282926367872044</id><published>2006-03-20T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:20:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me hear a chorus of "Yays!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly a month since my last update. Here's what happened. The people in the IT department in my university has decided to ban Blogspot.com and Blogger.com. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://somebal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Iqbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; (thank you dear~!) they have unbanned it. Whee~! Now I can bore you with my life dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of you know about my sister, Nana. She got into a car accident exactly a week after my grandfather passed away. My family and boyfriend kept the news from me till 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum called me up early morning. She asked me how I was and did I need anything. I thought it was just a normal call. Even when she said "Ok, I'm going to tell you something. But do not panic. Everything's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that my sister got into a car accident 2 days ago at Matang when she was on the way home from driving lessons. My mum told me that their car hit a van. The instructor, who was driving, was unconcious. My sister and another boy at the back was injured. Only after the instructor woke up an hour later did he called my mum to tell her about the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My mum didn't want to tell me everything. I had to dig out information from her. I found out later that day from her and Rasyiq that Nana was in ICU. She had a surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But now she's fine. That's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So many things happened. So many pictures taken. So many beach trips. But lack of time and lack of a pendrive, I couldn't write more or put up pictures. O well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nevertheless it's great to be able to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114282926367872044?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114282926367872044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114282926367872044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114282926367872044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114282926367872044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-back.html' title='I Am Back!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114075968081632769</id><published>2006-02-24T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:41:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves him more</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I haven't had the chance to update because I've been so busy. Nek Hussein, my grandpa on my father's side left us Tuesday evening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2006" day="21" month="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;21  February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I was driving Rasyiq’s car when my mum called at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;4 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; asking me to get my two brothers and Azee from school. I had to get them to my grandparents’ home as fast as I could because they were taking my grandpa there now. I drove as fast as I could, get the three of them into the car and let Syiq drove to my grandparents’ house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, a lot of cars were already parked outside the house. The ambulance was at the driveway, indicating that my grandpa just arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Our family was gathered closely in my grandparents’ bedroom, surrounding my grandpa. There was a doctor and a nurse taking turns pumping oxygen into my grandpa’s lungs. That was the only thing left that was keeping him here with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When the doctor finally tried to find my grandpa’s heartbeat, everybody in the room tensed up. When the doctor mouthed “No” while waving his hand, indicating that there was no pulse, everyone broke down…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Okay, I don’t want to say anything more about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fast forward to the burial. It was the morning after the death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was raining. And I remember thinking to myself that that’s good. At least nenek’s grave would be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I blankly watched the process of the men putting the earth back into the grave. Covering everything up. My eyes were moist when they put up those two stones on top of the grave. Nenek’s really gone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When everyone was pouring water and flowers on the grave, I suddenly can smell a sweet scented smell. I was still sick at that time so my nose was blocked and I can smell nothing. Nenek’s grave smelt so nice and it made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m going to miss Nek Hussein. A few years back, during Raya, back when he can walk about… He asked me where my friend was. He meant a special someone. I told him, No, not yet, Nek. But now I do have someone special. But he didn’t get to meet him. And I will forever regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah have mercy on his soul and gives him peace in the afterlife. We all love him dearly but Allah loves him more.&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/11792769-114075968081632769?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114075968081632769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114075968081632769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114075968081632769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114075968081632769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/god-loves-him-more.html' title='God loves him more'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114041314291598375</id><published>2006-02-20T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:25:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm still sick and I'm getting hell worried. I watched Oprah last night (just glimpsed for a few minutes 'cause I thought the topic was too serious and boring) and they were talking about bird flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And then I chatted with Stephanie. And she managed to make me think that I caught the avian flu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*@%^*^*@^$@%*%$*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I freaked out. For a while. Still kinda scared. What if it's true?! Is it like contagious? I'm too lazy to do research about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Am I going to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Stephanie told me that I should change my blog name from "Spread my wings and fly" to "Spread my flu and die". She said that at least it still rhymes with the previous one. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But of course I'm not going to take this seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nevertheless, I've been having killer headaches for nearly a week now. I need pills to keep it at bay. So that I can at least not writhe in pain. I'm only exaggerating about the writhing part of course. Whenever I have the headaches, my body temperature goes up, and I feel like knocking myself unconcious. Anything to stop feeling the pain. And then there's something wrong with my left ear. Like as if my throat has swollen and the thingy near my ear also swollen. I scared ok! I cannot hear properly and there's like this buzzing sound. Ahh.. I cannot describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, in conclusion, there's something wrong with me! I need to see a doctor! Ok, after I finish this, I'm gonna head to my uncle's clinic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114041314291598375?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114041314291598375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114041314291598375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114041314291598375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114041314291598375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-114003206855322919</id><published>2006-02-16T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:44:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:This entry is pink because it's Valentine's related:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, I know it's 2 days late but hey, I was still spending time with my Sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My V-Day was hectic. My mum was really sick the night before. I even had to go out at 11.30 PM just to buy her Nestum for her to drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I woke up very early on 14th February. Sent Azee and Udin to school. I cannot remember when was the last time I drove around That early. So I was amazed at little things like how the moon was on the other side and how the sky was pretty and complained about how cold it was in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I was back in my room, after marveling how great it was to be awake so early, I went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes. How very typical of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Woke up at 12 PM by the sounds of bangings on the door. My brother wanted me to send them to school now. Oh bugger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I sent my two brothers to school, sent my sister, Nana, to the mall and then picked up Azee and Udin from school. I haven't even showered yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I arrived home at 1.40 PM. But when Syiq messaged me at 2 PM, I told him I just got home. Well, I was lying down on the bed, telling myself I'll get up in a few minutes. Have to shower, have to shower, come on get UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So yes Syiq, that's why I was late. I showered at 2.05 and it took me nearly half an hour to shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:Off topic: Oh this is nice. Me being able to remember everything. That's why I'm giving the time. I'm showing off. See, I can remember things. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After saying goodbye to my mum, both of us went straight to the Post Office near.. uhh.. Pending or Padungan or wherever it is situated. The reason why I asked Syiq to drive me there. He knew where it is, and I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;because I stupid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; because I'm not familiar with that area. Thanks, hunny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I had to pick up something Saiful sent me. It was for Shazana. After giving the box (which was wrapped in newspaper, you cheapskate la Pul. Haha) to Shazana, I quickly went back to the car because she obviously didn't want me to stay long. I thought she was going to burst into tears. Or maybe she was just sick and wanted to sneeze. Oh I wouldn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There. All my work/responsibilities/chores were done. We finally had 'lunch' at TJ. Or high tea since it was 4 PM. We were so hungry. But both of us didn't finish our food. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:Off topic: Ok I'm getting tired. It's 2.30 AM right now. And I'm hell sick. My body is all red and hot. My nose is running. I have a slight headache. Someone please knock me unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, let's just say I had a very nice V-Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Got slightly tipsy at Tapanga. Met up with Sarah and Aman at Piccadilly's. And then Rusydie and Wafi joined us. I didn't want to move because Piccadilly's was playing a Mariah CD!! And I even knew which CD and which side. I was singing along and enjoying myself. Yay! I feel all happy just thinking about it now. Heh. I tried not to feel guilty that Syiq had a slight headache and looked like he was dying. La la la... Enjoying meself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We all then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; at Syiq's place. Getting tipsy and playing silly games and getting squashed (me, by All of them. Grrr...) and watching videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;and making out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Syiq and Aman were kissing each other, which grossed Sarah and I out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;In the morning, I wasn't hangover. Instead, my body turned a rather ghastly red. My body was and it still is so hot. I'm burning up... It never lasted this long before. Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I dragged Syiq back home. While I was taking a shower, he was introducing Final Fantasy to my sister. First time really went inside my house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; install games in people's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey, I just realised I spent more than 24 hours with my baby! Hee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, I went back to his house to watch Oliver Twist. Wasn't really paying attention in the end because lying down on his thigh was so comfortable I was drifting in and out of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, I have to stop now. It's 3.20 AM in the morning and my body is still all hot but for some strange reason, I'm cold. It doesn't even make any sense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S: As I'm writing this, Sarah and Aman are probably enjoying themselves at Syiq's place. Hey, it's not fairrrr! Syiq didn't call me back. Nor is he online. Which is good. I'm NOT complaining. At least I get this entry done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-114003206855322919?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/114003206855322919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=114003206855322919&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114003206855322919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/114003206855322919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113959012543768013</id><published>2006-02-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:14:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My Nenek Wa passed away early yesterday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was at Amalina's house. I found out at 9 AM. I was so sleepy because I slept at 4.30 AM. So I reacted to the SMS my mum sent me like it was just another SMS. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. Now that I thought about it, I was probably experiencing shock. I finally called my mum and and she said she would pick me up in an hour's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't know why but I felt so lifeless. When I bathe, putting on my clothes, getting back to bed with Ama while waiting for my mum, I was trying to gather my thoughts. How am I supposed to react? I'm not that close to her. This last few years, she cannot remember me by sight. But why do I feel so empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I arrived at Nek Wa's house at 10.30 AM. She didn't leave any children behind as she was too old when she finally got married. When they carried her body to the coffin, I saw people walked her husband out of the house. He looked so sad. So lost. I felt for him. He will be all alone in the house now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I didn't shed a single tear. But my eyes were moist when I thought about her. The very little memories I have of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I still don't know how to react. But I certainly feel a sort of emptiness that I cannot explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113959012543768013?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113959012543768013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113959012543768013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113959012543768013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113959012543768013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/hollow.html' title='Hollow'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113932793995208071</id><published>2006-02-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:59:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I got this from Calvin. He posted it in the Friendster's Bulletin Board. Thought I just put it here. Just to update. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Start with 100%, and take away 1% for everything you've done/that's happened to you on this list. Put the percent you got at the bottom with your name... if you did ONE thing you would put 99%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Smoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cried when someone died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been to a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been verbally/sexually harassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Verbally/s exually harassed somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been to prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cried at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Went streaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Given a lap dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Slept over at someone of the oppsite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Kissed a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Hugged a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Went scuba diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Driven a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Gotten an xray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Hit by a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Done drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Played strip poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Ran away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Bought porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Watched porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Made porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Frenched kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Stabbed yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Shot a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;best friend the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Watched an animal die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Watched a person die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;atleast person present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Pranked somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;room after being out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Dressed punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Dressed goth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Dressed preppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been to a motocross race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Avoided somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been stalked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Stalked someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Met a celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Played an instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cut yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Bungee jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been to a wild party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Got caught stealing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Kicked a guy in the balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Got arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Babysat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been to another country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Started your house on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;though you'd to be asked out by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Sat on your ass all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Had a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been called a wh ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Danced like a wh ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Raped somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Danced in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Been rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I scored 55%. Damn.. I've done a lot of craps... Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you guys?&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/11792769-113932793995208071?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113932793995208071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113932793995208071&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113932793995208071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113932793995208071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='Just for the sake of updating'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113921432568718023</id><published>2006-02-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:25:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys: Top 10 Ways To Know You're In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I found this from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4hotchiqz.blogspot.com/"&gt;...Because We're Girls&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;10. You've forgotten your ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9. You can't stop thinking about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8. You care about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. You find her quirks charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. You have great chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. You don't notice other women as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. You love spending time with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. You don't mind compromising sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Other priorities take a back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. You start thinking about the future and she's in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10. I'm sure he's forgotten about them. Even though he sometimes talks about them, at least it was in a careless manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5. I hope not or I will have to blind him with forks. Like Kassim Selamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3. That's why I kept quiet most of the time and let him win. Even if it will prompt him to tease me more about me being speechless etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. A house with a swimming pool, right? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yay! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I mean, I know that already. But it's nice to read the signs to confirm it. And maybe it'll help you people out there to see if you or your guy is in love? Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113921432568718023?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113921432568718023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113921432568718023&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113921432568718023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113921432568718023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/guys-top-10-ways-to-know-youre-in-love.html' title='Guys: Top 10 Ways To Know You&apos;re In Love'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113920985498058548</id><published>2006-02-06T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:12:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was browsing through my Gmail account today (yes, I was that bored) and I stumbled upon one of my very first few e-mails. It was from Rasyiq. Dated nearly a year ago. Exactly on Valentine's Day. I didn't even realise he sent it on Valentine's till today. Yes, I'm that blur sometimes. But maybe it was a coincidence? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the lyric to Life Is Like A Boat by Rie Fu. It's from the famous Japanese anime, Bleach. I've never watched it cause well, who would want to watch something called Bleach anyway. I fell in love with the song the very first time I heard it. The song is played at the first ending theme.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyric and translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life Is Like A Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rie Fu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna comfort me and keep me strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;br /&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;br /&gt;The waves would guide you through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooku de iki o shiteru toomei ni natta mitai&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Each breath escaping my body becomes transparent and goes far away)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurayami ni omoe dakedo mekaku shisareteta dake&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;And even when I think everything’s dark, I’m only blindfolded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;(Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I know you would follow me and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hito no kokoro wa utsuriyuku mukedashiteku naru&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;People’s hearts are constantly changing, peeling away fresh layers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;tsuki wa mada atarashii shuuki de mune o tsureteku&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;with each new phase of the moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;When will I see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d feel this way towards you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabi wa mada tsuzuiteku odayakana hi mo&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;(And still, the journey goes on, even on these calm days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;tsuki wa mada atarashii shuuki de mune o terashidasu&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;And still, each new phase of the moon reflects its light onto my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unmei no hune o ko gi nami wa tsugi kara tsugi e to&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;(We are all rowing the boat of fate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;watashi-tachi o shou kedo&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The waves keep on coming and we can’t escape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even that is a beautiful journey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;dore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even anything is a beautiful journey)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Isn't it just so beautiful? I just love Japanese songs. They sure can write meaningful and beautiful lyrics. Like Mirai e by Kiroro. Take this for an example. It's actually in Japanese though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bit by bit my heart is charmed&lt;br /&gt;With that dazzling smile&lt;br /&gt;Let's flee from the endless darkness, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I met you&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the view which I had treasured when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Won't you dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;It's a winding road of light and shadows&lt;br /&gt;Even now, you're dreaming of him?&lt;br /&gt;There are times when it seemed like I wanted to turn back but&lt;br /&gt;Holding love, courage, and pride, I shall fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit my heart is charmed&lt;br /&gt;A piece of hope in this world&lt;br /&gt;Anyone surely wants to have eternity in his hands&lt;br /&gt;Even if you pretend not to mind at all&lt;br /&gt;Hey I love you&lt;br /&gt;Let's flee from the endless darkness, I’ll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like you, even with that face, tired from anger&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's all right to live such a life, being blown away&lt;br /&gt;As for me... I'm just spun around by casual gestures sea side blue&lt;br /&gt;Or are you still dreaming of him&lt;br /&gt;I had something more I wish to ask but&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation just goes on like the sound of car wheels dancing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bit by bit my heart is charmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing even to myself but&lt;br /&gt;Something is there I suddenly feel like calling you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you pretend not to mind at all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;Let's flee towards the sea, hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That's actually from DragonBall GT... The music was so catchy that I never thought it was a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favourite Japanase song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113920985498058548?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113920985498058548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113920985498058548&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113920985498058548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113920985498058548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/02/japanese-songs.html' title='Japanese Songs'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113869842062934362</id><published>2006-01-31T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:29:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Served</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/poster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Have you watched this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/yougotserved/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;? I know it's so two years ago but I just have to review it simply because it was dreadful. Except fot the dance moves. And also I have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Watching it was such a painful, unpleasant experience! I was watching it last night because my cousin lent us the DVD. He told us to check out the dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/serve2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/serve2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/yougotserved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/yougotserved.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/cod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/cod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The dancing was awesome! The camera angles and transitions for those dance scenes were not bad. But unfortunately, that's the ONLY good thing about this movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The acting was crappy and stiff. Omarion B2K cannot act for shit. All of them cannot act! When you watch them, all you can do is cringe. It was awful. That Liyah girl was terrible. And what's with that stupid eyeliner on the bottom of her eyes?! It was the most distracting thing ever! And I was disgusted with her character. In the movie, she went out on a date with David (Omarion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/coa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/coa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;She switched off his phone because she wanted him to concentrate on her. "You're with your boys every day. But when you're with me, you're all mine." Like WTF?! It was so selfish of her I just gaped at the screen. Her brother got beaten up because Omarion wasn't there to help him. The best acting was probably done by the woman who played the grandma of Liyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Continuities are EVERWHERE! Nearly every time the camera changes angle, there're continuities. Gah! It was very, very distracting. I felt like dying half way through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the transitions! Oh man. There were so many abrupt cutting to the next scene, which were off putting. But when it comes to the dancing scenes, they were fine. I think this is because the director usually directs music videos. Directing and the editing of music videos and movies are VERY DIFFERENT. Right, my fellow media students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direction was all plain horrible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. I mean, come on. It was so friggin' cheesy when they  slo-mo the kiss between Omarion and his girl while her brother just looked on, grinning. I was practically knocking my head on the wall, moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, and then there's the Plot. Blah! I don't want to talk about it. It's just stupid, silly and stupid, stupid, stupid. And the scriptwriter for this movie should be hit with a frying pan for writng such  a weak script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And Lil Kim at the end of the movie. O my gawddd... Her breasts were also distracting. It was like sagging! I have no idea why she goes prancing about in those kind of outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/lil%20kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/lil%20kim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Only, ONLY watch this movie for the dance moves. Or if you like Wade Robson, who appeared at the end of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You can skip the rest. It's not worth watching the acting or lack thereof and sucky dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Only one thing I can say, I certainly got served watching this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113869842062934362?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113869842062934362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113869842062934362&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113869842062934362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113869842062934362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-got-served.html' title='You Got Served'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113854487968564267</id><published>2006-01-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:35:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Pretty Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I was watching the many firework displays from my bedroom window. It was all so pretty. All the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reds&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;greens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Yellows&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;. Lighting up the horizon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Amidst all that, I saw your plane climbed up and up, gaining altitude. It was so sad. All the little lights didn’t seem so pretty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm already missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/11792769-113854487968564267?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113854487968564267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113854487968564267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113854487968564267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113854487968564267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-pretty-colours.html' title='All The Pretty Colours'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113854449444577000</id><published>2006-01-29T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:21:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching International Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rasyiq's whole family, except for Rafie, went to KL this evening. Since I have nothing better to do, other than cherishing the last few moments with Syiq, I took a few pictures of the Kuching International Airport (KIA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The airport is still in renovation. It looks like Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) now. So, for example you're going to KL from Kuching, when you arrive in KLIA, you'll wonder "Did the plane flew back to Kuching?!" Ok fine. I know you people are not stupid enough to think that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was quick enough to shoot this while he's walking towards me. But see the background. Looks SO familiar, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Miri Airport also followed KLIA's design. But the difference between Miri Airport and KIA, KIA have three stories and Miri only have two! Ok, I know that's stupidly obvious but I ain't an architect. I know that KIA is prettier and cleaner than Miri Airport though. Even though it's not yet completed, at least it's not infested with flies. Like in Miri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4427.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuching International Airport in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't know why they want to standardize the airports. Sure, KLIA looks pretty cool, neat, awesome etc. But so what? Why can't our Sarawak airports be more like... like... like Sarawak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Come to Sarawak. A Place Like No Other... except for the airports...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Okay, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;tak sempa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;t take more pictures of the airport because I was busy doing other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was on our face but the lighting was so nice! It's totally worth it trying hard not to squint. Anything for a good picture! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4416.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4416.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rafie saw the picture above, he said that he looked like a Versace model. He was wearing a Versace shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Me: =|&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks like that but he actually loves the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rafie's watch. Have no idea why he took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I look like a head on a stick!!! Gotta gain more weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Syiq's family finally arrived at 7.00 PM. Their flight was at 7.45 PM. We all said our goodbyes. After nearly two hours at the airport, I finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Just in case if Rafie stumbles upon my blog. Rafie, if you  see this, I hope you don't mind me putting your pictures here.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113854449444577000?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113854449444577000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113854449444577000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113854449444577000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113854449444577000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/kuching-international-airport.html' title='Kuching International Airport'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113799503598873127</id><published>2006-01-23T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:46:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are You In Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok. Usually I don't do this but I was bored. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's interesting because I find that it's so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113799503598873127?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113799503598873127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113799503598873127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113799503598873127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113799503598873127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-are-you-in-love.html' title='How Are You In Love?'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113786852298263700</id><published>2006-01-22T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:59:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Azee managed to persuade me to cut my hair yesterday. She insisted that I have fringe. Because I look boring, she reasoned. Why thank you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; sister. I finally relented. She was so persistent. How can I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was still doubtful and reluctant. I was actually horrified the whole time the hairdresser cut Azee's hair. Her long locks... I kept moaning while Azee has this "Who gives a fuck? Really?" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, I occasionally winced. I TRIED to keep a straight face. Like I'm hell cool with it. Seeing this, the hairdresser kept reassuring me and showed me how little she is cutting off. Haha. She was so understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/Image008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/Image011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;No difference, I hear you say. That's the whole point! I was so relieved that the hairdresser recommended that I shouldn't have fringe. So I asked her to just trim my hair. Have to be wary of stupid split ends, you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Actually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sengaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; want to put my picture here. I feel that my blog lacks it. Previous entry full of beautiful Asians. I also want. It IS my blog, after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113786852298263700?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113786852298263700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113786852298263700&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113786852298263700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113786852298263700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-hair.html' title='My Hair'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113786802101840744</id><published>2006-01-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:27:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; longer than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113786802101840744?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113786802101840744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113786802101840744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113786802101840744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113786802101840744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113781823746727382</id><published>2006-01-21T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:51:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/memoirsofageisha_l200510211625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/memoirsofageisha_l200510211625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I thought the movie was beautiful. It was so similar to the book. I actually didn't expect much. I thought it will be the same, like any other book-to-movie films. I have lost faith since they butchered all the Harry Potter movies. Especially the third and the fourth. So I was surprised how very little changes they made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I love about the book is how it carefuly describes about everything. How the kimonos are worn, how beautiful the fabric and designs were etc. And everything that I've imagined while reading the book comes to life when watching the movie. The tipsy house, the Japanese gardens, Pumpkin (the actress is Japanese) and the many little, little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;What I don't get is, why in the world did they  choose Chinese actresses to play Japanese roles??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/cast8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/cast8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chiyo. Or the young Nitta Sayuri. Played by a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/cast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/cast1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nitta Sayuri. Played by a Chinese. I wonder when she was her small Japanese self, did she say to herself "When I grow up, I want to be a Chinese."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/zoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young Pumpkin. An American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/cast5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/cast5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grown up Pumpkin. Now a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A few of you might say, Who the hell cares? Well, I do! All this stereotypes that all Asian looks the same.. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;They might as well get Aishwarya Rai (India)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/images598561_AishwaryaRai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/images598561_AishwaryaRai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;to play Nitta Sayuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/12-Aishwarya-Rai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/12-Aishwarya-Rai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;See? Just imagine. Her dress almost same like kimono. Can pass as Japanese, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan (China) as the Chairman. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/chanstunt04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/chanstunt04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/373_watanabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/373_watanabe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Both look good in suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/040908jtcq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/040908jtcq4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/ken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Both look good in err... armour they wore. Both old already. What's the difference? So you see, Jackie can surely play as the Chairman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kristine Hermosa (Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Kristine-Hermosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/Kristine-Hermosa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as Hatsumomo. Because I can't think of anybody else. But see, she is wearing something Asian like. Who cares that it's actually of Chinese design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/kh024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/kh024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, also she has or had long hair. Also a bit brownish. (Coloured. Like Gong Li &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;) She has really beautiful hair, I tell you! Gong Li also has nice hair. (grumbles to self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to change Michelle Yeoh as Mameha because she is a Malaysian (and I am biased).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I stumbled upon this joke on the Net today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A Chinese man walked into a pub in New York with his pal. He says to his pal: "Hey! That's "Jurassic Park's director Steven Spielberg over there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I wish he'll come over to say hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spielberg suddenly walked over and gave the man a heavy punch on the nose. "Hey! What's that for?" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bloody Japanese killed my granddad when you bombed Pearl Harbor!" he said. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not Japanese! I'm Chinese!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese, you're all the same!  "Spielberg walks back. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese man calmly walks over and gives Spielberg a really heavy punch in the face. "What the... !?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU BLOODY AMERICAN! YOU SANK THE TITANIC!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, an iceberg sank the Titanic!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iceberg, Carlsberg, Spielberg, you're all the same!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I thought Sayuri's dance was a bit freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/mgdance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/mgdance2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/mgdance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/mgdance1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Here, very nice right? And then, she started dancing crazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/120304_bf2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/120304_bf2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Throughout the entire scene, all I thought was "Wow. That reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair... White robes... Pretty... Very white powder on face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/ponti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/400/ponti1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Maybe I should consider casting Maya Karin as Nitta Sayuri instead of Aishwarya Rai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113781823746727382?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113781823746727382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113781823746727382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113781823746727382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113781823746727382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113764680017475883</id><published>2006-01-19T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:05:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I haven't had the time to read other people's blog because my Internet fcuked up after I went online for an hour or so. Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; I just got why our dear Emily had been prancing about yelling "You're It~ You're It~" in my chatterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged. Twice! Darn. And the latest one is hard... But that's for the next entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, remove the blog in the no.1 spot from the following list and push everyone up one place. Then add your own blog to the bottom spot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alex Allied&lt;br /&gt;2. Cluelee Dream&lt;br /&gt;3. Planet SubKi||er&lt;br /&gt;4. Guilty Secrets&lt;br /&gt;5. Where I Spread My Wings and Fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, answer the following questions :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was I doing 10 years back:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being a normal silly kid back then. I don't really remember anything specific. I was so innocent and naive. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was I doing 1 year back:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started smoking. Bad Nisa! Bad girl! Sit! Stay! Stay smoking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;- McD french fries&lt;br /&gt;- Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;- Cakes from 'pretentious' places (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;- Pringles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 song I know all the lyrics off my head right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My All - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;- We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;- Hero - Mariah Carey (Ok, I guess from this point you guys can tell I know most of her songs. I should shut up about her already)&lt;br /&gt;- The Water Is Wide - Charlotte Church&lt;br /&gt;- Brightly Wound - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would do if I'm a millionaire:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping shopping shopping!&lt;br /&gt;- Travel&lt;br /&gt;- That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;- What about other people? What other people? No, I'm not buying you McD.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll keep the money all to myself. No, I don't share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Smoking&lt;br /&gt;- Procrastinate about nearly everything&lt;br /&gt;- Being so sarcastic and bitchy&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking&lt;br /&gt;- I refuse to list down my bad sides. Have to keep up my good image, ya know? Oh shut up. I do have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I love to do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reading&lt;br /&gt;- Singing&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;- Watching sunsets at the beach&lt;br /&gt;- Going out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things you would never wear, buy or get new again:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt; skirt my mum bought me&lt;br /&gt;- That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/span&gt; that dotty tailor ruined. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;- Erm, I can't really think of anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;- I mean, who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;- Actually, I'm running out of time. I have to go pick Azee and Udin up right now. I'm lateeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 favourite "toys":&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mobile&lt;br /&gt;- My laptop. I wish I have a better one though.. Like that Vaio..&lt;br /&gt;- MP3 player. Not mine but who cares&lt;br /&gt;- PS2&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh... (can't think of anything anymore) the... television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then you select 5 people to pass it on to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/mamoyo"&gt;Ing Hui &lt;/a&gt;(You tagged me once.)&lt;a href="http://attentionseeker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dian (Do you still blog??) [ I can't link her cuz she doesn't want to be link here]&lt;a href="http://wani1e.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sepul.blogdrive.com"&gt;Saiful &lt;/a&gt;(Just because. I miss you lah.)&lt;a href="http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://qiysar.blogspot.com"&gt;Rasyiq&lt;/a&gt; (Cuz I like you. Haha.)&lt;a href="http://nadia.riliaceus.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't think of other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113764680017475883?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113764680017475883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113764680017475883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113764680017475883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113764680017475883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113757127875766690</id><published>2006-01-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:01:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So the previous entry... You guys must be wondering what in the world am I talking about and especially who was it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I thought that Rasyiq lied about some stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Turns out that it was all a misunderstanding. There never was a lie. My source was somebody I trusted. Someone I've known for a long time. One of my best friends. So, naturally I trusted her words. And yes, I would believe her over anyone else. But urm, maybe not 100% since this incident happened. Haih. Apa la that girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If only I knew where she got that information from. I wouldn't have really believed it. Turns out, Rafie talked to Amalina. No surprise that he would call Syiq an ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;One thing that freaked me out was that yesterday, Syiq called me to tell me that Amalina got it all wrong. I was so, so relieved. I was reading the comic strips in the newspaper. And since the horoscope was just next to it, I read it. I think horoscopes are a bunch of funny craps. I don't believe them. But what I read was a surprise. It said:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"... You are likely to react in a totally different way than you would expect to news that comes your way about your partner. Remember to ensure that what you hear is true before acting on it..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Opps. Heh heh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sayang, I'm so sorry. I love you. I won't throw knives anymore. I'll do my research next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113757127875766690?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113757127875766690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113757127875766690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113757127875766690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113757127875766690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoops.html' title='Whoops...'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113730178741786060</id><published>2006-01-15T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:09:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If you caught someone in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person didn't really exactly lie to you but that person lied to everybody else telling them things involving you that did not exactly happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys know me well, you'll know how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt;, how I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and I had trouble breathing. Like my chest was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crushed&lt;/span&gt;. I thought maybe because I smoke. But hell, I can smoke one whole pack in one night of clubbing and I'll be alright the next day. Hangovers do not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that it was because I learned something last night. And it wasn't pleasant. It upsets me. It hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to others and to me? How could you even think that people, especially me, would not find out? We've been through this! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COULD YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How can you still lie...? Why? Why...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to confront you. Face to face.&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/11792769-113730178741786060?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113730178741786060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113730178741786060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113730178741786060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113730178741786060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do...'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113683171645560613</id><published>2006-01-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:41:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Korban/Haji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Get to eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;meat&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! I feel sorry for you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;vegetarians&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be family time, right? But my dad and I are not speaking to each other. Again. I felt sad at first, but then I just couldn't get myself to really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found my empty pack of cigarettes and a few cigarette butts in my ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never said he was proud of me. He never acknowledged my achievements. Most of the time, he's all angry and sarcastic. I'm not missing that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to assumed the worst in me. Still does. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because he doesn't know me. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once accused me I'm into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Black Metal&lt;/span&gt;. It seems funny to others but not to me at that time. He really thought I was off killing innocent animals for satanic rituals or something. I was only 15. My best friend just laughed her ass off. Me? A &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Black Metal&lt;/span&gt;? Seriously. I soon thought the whole thing was ridiculous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I got this disease of some kind. And he was quick to deduce that it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STD&lt;/span&gt;. It was an awful accusation. I was barely 17. Turns out it was this thingy from my chicken pox that resurfaced because my immune system was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in PostSecret and it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/hooked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/hooked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why did I smoke?&lt;/span&gt; I told my mum it was stress. Was I lying to my mum and myself? Was it really stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I started smoking, it really was stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why did I continue?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not stressed every friggin' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn't and am not addicted. In fact, I can last for weeks without smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad won't like it if I smoke. So I continued to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realise that until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I still smoke, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just to spite him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/pink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I feel guilty of course. My mum was upset when she found out. But maybe I am addicted. Just a little. A tiny bit. I mean, I haven't smoked for more than 24 hours already. Even though I have a few sticks left. Not really that addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about cigarettes... I'm going for a smoke after I finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I am aware of all the risks and consequences of smoking. Don't preach.&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/11792769-113683171645560613?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113683171645560613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113683171645560613&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113683171645560613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113683171645560613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/selamat-hari-raya-korbanhaji.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Korban/Haji'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113635358205845747</id><published>2006-01-04T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:55:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;I know most of these already but I thought it's fun to put them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt;1. It is impossible to lick your elbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 2. A crocodile can't stick its tongue out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 3. A shrimp's heart is in its head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 4. In a study of 200,000 ostriches over a period of 80 years, no one reported a single case where an ostrich buried its head in the sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 5. It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 6. A pregnant goldfish is called a twit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 7. More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm one of the few lucky ones. Yay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 8. Horses can't vomit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wanna be a horse. Then I can drink all I want and won't get sick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 9. Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Bleagh. Say what? I don't like tongue twister...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die. If you keep your eyes open by force, they can pop out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know this a few years back and whenever I sneeze, I try not to sneeze too hard and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="summary"&gt;try not to surpress them at the same time. Get paranoid sometimes...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 11. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over a million descendants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 12. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13. If the government has no knowledge of aliens, then why does Title 14, Section 1211 of the Code of Federal regulations, implemented on July 16, 1969, make it illegal for U.S. citizens to have any contact with extraterrestrials or their vehicles?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aliens do not exist!! I don't believe in them. Damn people are delusional...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 14. In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 15.  A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Serious? Now this I don't know. I'm so gonna buy me a duck and lock it in a room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; 16. 23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their butts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 17. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aman doesn't know this... Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 18. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh, really? Syiq, can I check your tongue to see if this is true? Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 19. Over 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Damnit! Why do I have to check every single time?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113635358205845747?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113635358205845747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113635358205845747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113635358205845747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113635358205845747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113608785309211736</id><published>2006-01-01T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:57:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So, have you guys made your New Year's resolutions already? Broken any of them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, my resolutions for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;- None!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't be bothered making any resolutions this year. The only time I made them was for the year 2003. I remembered I wrote them in my diary, one of them was: Survive Form 5. Which I did. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's good to make resolutions but why bother if I can't remember them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hmm... Ok, maybe I'll make just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Don't be so forgetful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113608785309211736?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113608785309211736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113608785309211736&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113608785309211736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113608785309211736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113600439708931592</id><published>2005-12-31T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:48:39.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I have no idea what to talk about but I just want to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored at home with nothing to do. To be honest, I'm sick of going online, I'm sick of TVs, I'm sick of playing PC games... and I think I'm really sick because I didn't sleep well last night. Having a slight headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out. I did go out yesterday. With Azee. The reason we told our dad was that we wanted to find food... I was so hungry. Haha. Things are so different now. Last time, I can just holler "I'm going out, Daddy! Be back in a few hours!" and he wouldn't even budge from wherever he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, he'll call if I'm late. He RARELY calls me. I don't think he likes talking to me. But now I think he has my number on SpeedDial. When he calls, he'll be upset and angry. I have no idea which alien abducted him and replaced him with Very Much More Strict and Worried Dad. Maybe it's the New Year. His new resolution or something. I feel terrified for going out. I actually feel reluctant going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. I miss Miri. Maybe I'll go back earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine... Siap awak. Call me a toad again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: A cute guy viewed my profile! Wahh.. Flattered wei. So cute, you know! Very lah the fair and tall also. A cute, Chinese guy. Whahaha! Cair laa.. =P I want to add him in my friend list lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Erm. I have a boyfriend. I FORGOT lah. Whahaha....&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/11792769-113600439708931592?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113600439708931592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113600439708931592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113600439708931592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113600439708931592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113557777631631314</id><published>2005-12-26T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:49:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes, I don't celebrate it. But who cares. Tis the season to be jolly! Fa la la la.... Erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On December 24th, Rasyiq and I went to Wing's at Travillion Mall. Syiq asked me to play pool with him. I LOST! Is that so surprising? Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ing Hui texted me at 6 pm telling me that she's taking the rest of the night off. Am I free that night? I was amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The thing was, Ing Hui passed out that afternoon. Heat stroke. She was admitted into Tabuan's General Hospital. Renee cried a river, I heard. But Ing Hui's actually very fine. Even joked about the handsome Indian doctor that inspected her. How very typical of her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I told her I'm with Syiq at Wing's. She asked me if I want to go to MNG with her. Then after that, we can partay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So Syiq and I drove to her hotel to pick her up. But apparently, her boss 'decided to prolong his stay a bit'. So she decided to take the taxi to town instead. While Syiq and I went to hang out at his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We were delayed in meeting up with Ing Hui. But she didn't seem to mind. She spent RM400 that night. Blame MNG and Channel... She would have spent more if not for Syiq successfully steering her away from all the cosmetics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We walked all the way to Oriental Passion. Ate dinner there and actually managed to finish everything. Well, Syiq finished our food because he is such a pig. But an adorable pig, nevertheless. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hamidah called me up, asking where I was. They want to meet up with us. They as in Hamidah, Anisa, Farah, a friend of Farah's which I have forgotten the name, Sue and her brother, whose name I cannot recall right now (actually I don't know how to spell his name). I wasn't that keen in meeting Sue. FYI, she's Rasyiq's EX GIRLFRIEND. I felt that I had to capitalise that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;When Hamidah, Farah and Anisa saw me, they ran and screamed like a bunch of monkeys they are. After screaming in my ear as if I'm deaf and hugging me to death, we all settled down. I was so excited to see them, especially Anisa. Sitting on the same table with Syiq's ex turned out to be not awkward at all! I even let her sipped my JD with coke later that night. See, perfectly comfortable with her. Erm, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My mum messaged me for the tenth time that night, asking me where I was and when will I be back. I was a bit annoyed and frustrated. So I asked Anisa to talk to my mum. She then told my mum that I'm sleeping over her house. Yes! No curfew! Whahahaha! Yes, yes. Pathetic. Wait till I get back to Miri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Renee and Charlene, her childhood friend, picked Ing Hui and I up. We went back to Ing Hui's hotel to change and get ready for our night out. Just like we used to do when we're in Miri. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At around 12.30 AM, we arrived at Travillion. I met up with Syiq there. When Hamidah, Farah and Anisa saw me, they once again came charging towards me, screaming in my ear "O my GOD!! Khairunnisa you look so hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Whahaha. Thank you, thank you. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So anyways, we were chilling at BarZing!. Ing Hui had a friend who had book a table inside. Goodness, the DJ suck so bad. And it's no wonder. I saw this Chinese man in his 50s handling the turntable. The music was so bad. Who in their right mind put Ashless Simpson's Boyfriend or Queen's We Will Rock You in a bar/club?? WHO? Only that guy la! Hish. And he kept on talking on the microphone again. Who wants to hear his voice?! Renee, Ing Hui, Sue and I kept giving tortured looks. Make me wish for Cbell only. At least he mix the music. I miss Balcony and Cheeries Berries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nevertheless, we took nice pictures there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/syiq%20n%20i.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/syiq%20n%20i.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/renee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/renee.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renee was that bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It was so horrible, we decided to cabut and go to Grappa instead, where Aman was. But the music there sucked too. Haih. So lazy to describe. Memang teruk lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At 3.30 AM, Syiq and I went to Satok because Syiq's hungry again. God, where in the world he puts everything? Sayang, you eat banyak sangat lah! After a lot of scolding telling him to hurry and finish his mee kolok, we went back to his place. For shisha! Weeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I got into big trouble with my dad the next morning. But that's okay. I don't regret it. Love you, sayang! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;P.S: For you cheeky minded people, nothing happened that night, I swear! I didn't even get tipsy. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113557777631631314?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113557777631631314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113557777631631314&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113557777631631314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113557777631631314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-celebration.html' title='Christmas celebration'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113505976013130062</id><published>2005-12-20T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:22:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie and accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Two days ago, I went out with Rasyiq. We wanted to go watch King Kong. We were hanging out at Wing's Cafe at Travillion Mall because we have an hour till our movie starts. When we got into the car, our movie starts in 10 minutes, someone called Syiq up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The conversation goes something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Syiq: You WHAT?! .... HAHA! ... You are SO dead! ... Where are you now? ... You idiot. ... Yeah, I'll be there ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Turns out that Rafie got into a car accident near Tabuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;When we got there, we saw him with his girlfriend standing at the bus stop. It was drizzling. Syiq got out of the car to check the poor BMW convertible. The gf went inside our car. Her face was pale and she didn't talk much. Must be still in shock. But both of them are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I asked Rafie what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rafie: I was cornering at that junction there -points at junction- and I hit a puddle of water. I started to skid and spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Me: -gasp- How fast were you going??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rafie: I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(He's not sure?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rafie: As fast as you guys were just now I think. Maybe like a hundred or maybe less than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Is this guy crazy?! And we didn't corner as fast as he thought we did. Ish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rafie: And the ironic thing is, I was explaining to her (referring to gf) how dangerous it is to speed when it is raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;All I can do is gap at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Image014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/Image014.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Look at what he did to the poor car. A BMW convertible, okay?? They told me the axle however you spell it and whatever that thing is broke or something. Eh, no idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Nor do I care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We went to the movie, nevertheless even though we're 45 minutes late. But we found out we didn't miss anything. When we entered, they were still on the boat! Frigging long movie... But King Kong is so adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113505976013130062?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113505976013130062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113505976013130062&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113505976013130062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113505976013130062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/movie-and-accident.html' title='Movie and accident'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113505289937010239</id><published>2005-12-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:51:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abang Iman's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Seems like we all have weddings to attend to this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, I don't want to be left out so I'm blogging about it here. My first cousin, Abang Iman was married last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Actually, on the same day, my other first cousin, Abang Khairul, had a wedding too but I wasn't INVITED!!! Grr... It's not fair. My own cousin... The reason my parents gave me: It's too formal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;! All of my other cousins' parents told them the same thing. Grr... All that free, good hotel food... And the chance to dress up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Haih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ahem. So anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was to bring the rice and egg thingy. So we had to rehearse it the night before the wedding. But it was sort of choatic when we started because my two little, little cousins, who were to bring that... erm flowery thingy that you hold up? (I have no idea what it's called. In Malay or in English. I'll show them to you later in the entry.) had no idea where to go or what to do. Their attention span is so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My adorable cousins. Sharip (left) is 3 years old and Adam (right) is 7. I think. See? Supposed to rehearse but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sempat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;take picture again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fast forward to Saturday...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So, the big day arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Like vain people we are, Azee and I took pictures when we're all done with the makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That's the flowery thingy that they're supposed to hold. Thank God they're light because I was so worried that Sharip would fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Azee and my cousin, Aishah. They're both are taller than me... -goes off to choke them-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My brothers and a few of my cousins were to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;baca khatam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; today. Have no idea how to translate that to English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;They all looked so elegant than they're used to so I had to take pictures with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But naturally, they weren't too keen in taking pictures. What do I have to do to make them smile in pictures?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;All eleven of them on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;pelamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So lazy to put names so I just bunch all of them together: Sisters and cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sharip is too cute I had to have pictures with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4253.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I only have like two pictures of the bride and groom because I was too busy eating. It's all so very simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On MY wedding day, I want to break most of the traditions! Instead of boring traditional music or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;kompang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; with annoying kids yelling what they believe to be singing, I'll play rock songs! Hmmm... come to think of it, some rock songs have some kids yelling too. Maybe I'll just play Mariah Carey then. I'll have lots and lots of pretty flowers everywhere especially my favourite roses and daisies everywhere! WeeEEee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And I'll be sure that all my cousins are invited. I'll invite my friends from my Friendster list and people in my PhoneBook because I don't want to go "Who the hell is that?" too often on my big day. Weddings tend to be attended by our parents friends and family. I don't want to go around and say "Oh. Who are you again?" or "Ma, who is that? Your long lost friend from kindergarten ka?" or "Wait. How are we related again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I want MY friends to attend MY wedding so that I can GLOAT over them because I would be the PRETTIEST there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113505289937010239?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113505289937010239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113505289937010239&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113505289937010239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113505289937010239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/abang-imans-wedding.html' title='Abang Iman&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113431747821612046</id><published>2005-12-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:52:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.klaquaria.com"&gt;Aquaria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It is pretty expensive to get in. For adults, you have to pay RM38. But if you have MyKad, it's RM28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Stepping inside, you can see black stony floor. It was quite dark but you can see that it is a world class aquarium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After paying for the tickets and now officially entering Aquaria, you can read facts and history of our amphibian friends from flat screens and also on the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You can also see colourful display of erm.. colour thingies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; It changes colours every second so it is actually quite pretty. Doesn't serve any purpose except that it's pretty and lights our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;One of the first few displays. I am so sorry but I didn't have paper with me so I couldn't take notes of the types and names of the creatures. But I bet you guys don't care anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So we now enter the rainforest section which is called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jewels of the Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A big-ass lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A huge-ass toad. This amphibian is bigger than your fist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And this is one of the dart poison frog. After some research, I found out that the species above is specifically called  the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/exhibitions/frogs/vivarium/index.php"&gt;Yellow-banded Poison Frog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;What are the differences of frogs and toads, I hear you ask?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://allaboutfrogs.org/weird/general/frogtoad.html"&gt;Clickity here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;for more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This snake is called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herpnet.net/Minnesota-Herpetology/snakes/Green_snake.html"&gt;Green Snake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;for obvious reason. I think they're beautiful. I took a couple more pictures of them because they are so graceful but I don't want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://five-eight-six-two.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;to freak out. There's more snake pictures anyway. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If you can't see from the sign, this is the Veiled Chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was freaking out the whole time taking this picture of this huge tarantula. There's another one, a different species but the picture is blurry and I am NOT going to put anymore pictures of stupid arachnids, especially of stupid spiders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Next, we moved on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Flooded Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is the famous flooded forest tube tank. It's 5.3 metre high. I wish I have one like this in my house... It'll be the highlight of my house and I can charge people gazillion ringgit just to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Close up of the fishies in the tank. They look like the ones your mum always cook for a meal, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4030%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4030%20edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/accounts/information/Arapaima_gigas.html"&gt;Arapaima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. They are big and they are long. How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well the ones in this tank are probably as long as 5 feet or more... And I'm only 5 feet 3 inches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fishy and snakey living peacefully together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This tank features the coral reef and the creatures that are commonly found there. Yep, you can see a Nemo and a Dory here. And every tank that has a clownfish in it, some random annoying kids will scream "NEMO, Mummy! Come look! I found Nemo!! NEMO, MUMMYYY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes, like o my god. It's FREAKING Nemo. Faint. Blush. Swoon. Why don't you ask for an autograph while you're wailing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ahem. It's just that they crowd the glasses and I can't take proper pictures or good look of the display and all. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Now we've come to my favourite part. Because I took amazingly beautiful pictures here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Welcome to&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Living Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is a Sand Shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I don't know what species of shark this is. But it's scary looking with it's mouth gaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;These pictures below are the few pictures that I took that made me think "Definitely for my desktop background!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Look so ethereal, kan? Feels like you're in the Little Mermaid Disney movie... -smile wistfully-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, so many other pictures of more fish and eels and sea horsey but I'm getting sick of bluish pics. Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Went and spent money on their Aquaria gift shop. Fast forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside near KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With youngest brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So, this is the end of my entry. Finally. Finished it. Say good bye to once the tallest building in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4096.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Good bye to hot, humid, polluted, freaking-hard-to-breath KL air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm glad to be back home. Kuching... Like they said "A place like no other..." I was getting sick of eating in restaurants. Sick of KL food. Sick of speaking Semenanjung talk. Sick of getting called 'Kak'. Do I look so old meh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Glad that even if I can't have that beautiful Ferrari, at least I have my precious BMW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok fine. It's not exactly mine. Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113431747821612046?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113431747821612046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113431747821612046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113431747821612046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113431747821612046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113354075016025630</id><published>2005-12-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:25:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Of Angels... Hollywood, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok. I actually went to KL with my mum and brother. But it's nice to lie once in a while, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there on the 29th. My mum wanted me to teman her shop. So bla bla bla, I'm lazy to write about how I got to KL. You all know the drill kan. It took 1 hour and 40 minutes to get there. By plane lah of course.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nysa has arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at JW Marriot and when I went out of the taxi... Behold! Parking smugly in front of the hotel's front door is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I died and was in heaven. Until my mum asked me to hurry up. Sigh. I couldn't get a picture of it cause a lot of people were present. But I would never forget the feeling that it gave me. It was actually my first sighting of a real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;one at that. I can still see the famous&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; black &lt;/span&gt;horse on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;background. I couldn't even breathe properly that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no expert like Saiful but I think it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferrari F50 GT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Ferrari%20F50%20GT%201998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/Ferrari%20F50%20GT%201998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how beautiful it is? It was all shiny and looked new just like the picture above (Googled it). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad greeted us at the entrance because he had a meeting earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even awed at being in a 5-star hotel. I notice the ceiling is nice though. With big chandeliers that can kill people below if it falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room was on the 22nd floor. It was pretty high up that you ears go pop. Or nearly, anway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the view from the 22nd floor. Lucky that it was facing the centre of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3979.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awed at the sight. I felt overwhelmed. So many tall buildings. How can people live here? It's suffocating. And when you breathe the city's air, you can smell the difference between it and the air back home. Like I said, suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take picture of the room but couldn't fit everything. So I content myself with taking vain pictures of yours truly. Might as well make full use of the huge mirrors, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3989.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could take that bathrobe with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Berjaya Times Square after that. Bought books and magazines at Borders. I can't remember the title of the books that I bought. I can't even find them right now! I wonder where they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun at Cosmo's World Theme Park with my brother. Even bought pictures of us in the rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back to our hotel room. Sleeppp... So tired.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL night view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL dilanda jerebu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's just foggy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late morning, we went to KLCC.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Petronas Twin Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually we went to Suria KLCC.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_4093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_4093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suria KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to window shop there! My dad walked staight to Kinokuniya. Not that I'm complaining. Not really. But come on! I want to shop clothes damnit! O well. I didn't want to shop alone anyway. Bought more books. Memoirs of a Geisha by Anthony Golden and A Bit of Earth by a Singaporean author. I haven't start reading any of them since I haven't finish reading Star by Pamela Anderson. I also have another book I bought last week at Smart Bookstore in Sarawak Plaza, titled Passing Under Heaven. Now I have... hmmm... 4 or 5 books to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is where Mariah Carey stayed 2 years ago when she came to Malaysia.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3997.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mandarin Oriental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 6-star hotel. It stood majestically between Suria KLCC and KL Convention Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; And this is the KL Convention Centre. I couldn't get the whole building due to laziness and also the building itself is too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Aquaria. It is situated inside this building. It's in the basement... of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those of you who don't know what the heck is Aquaria, it is a world-class aquarium. It's better than the Langkawi one. I have plenty of pictures there so that'll be in Part II.&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/11792769-113354075016025630?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113354075016025630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113354075016025630&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113354075016025630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113354075016025630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/12/city-of-angels-hollywood-baby.html' title='City Of Angels... Hollywood, baby!'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113299236276034705</id><published>2005-11-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:06:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Last week on Saturday night, Saiful, Sarah and I went out for dinner at Blue Ginger. We didn't have to pay at all. Heh. Thanks, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_1363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chocolate Mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After dinner, we went to have some drinks at Perwira. Then, we decided to go watch Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam 2 at 11.30 PM. We're supposed to watch with Jasmine and Hafiza but their show started at 11 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/poster2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/poster2%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHSM2 was confusing. If you have free tickets, like we did, go watch and be awed at how beautiful Maya Karin is. Oh, and the beautiful clothes she wore. It gave me some ideas for my next Raya clothes. =) If no free ticket, no need lah. It was really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiful said that if we watch PHSM2, he's not going to go home after the movie, Sarah and I readily agreed. We never went out with Saiful till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our little journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Esplanade first. But it was wet so we decided to go to the airport instead since it's near. Yes, the airport. At 2 AM. Believe it or not, we saw workers cleaning the floors. At 2 AM! Unbelievable. There goes the idea to lie on the road at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We played around for a while. Took a few pictures and vandalised the airport. We then went around to find batteries for our cameras. We managed to buy them at Petronas near Bintang but the batteries wasn't good. Haih. No wonder it was cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At 3 AM, we went to have drinks at Perwira again. After about an hour there, we decided to drive around aimlessly for half an hour. We stoppped by at Pustaka. We thought that it'll be nice to chill out there and take some photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3919.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Pustaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Love the lighting. Spooky. We didn't stay long. It was too wet. It was beginning to pour too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We continue to drive around some more. I was getting pretty sleepy but thanks to Rasyiq, he kept me awake. We finally thought that we have to see sunrise since we've always seen sunsets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We drove to Canada Hill at 4.30 AM. It was cold and extremely foggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It sure does feel like home. England, to those of you who don't know where I come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We're pretty tired and sleepy. And so, so cold. But hey, we'll never let that show on camera! Not at that time anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3921.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It sort of look spooky too. What with the fog looked like something sinister at times. As if they're going to get you. But I guess that's just my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miri at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It looked more beautiful if you see it with your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At 6.12 AM, it was getting brighter. It was too cloudy and foggy. We didn't get to see our sunrise. Pity. Nevertheless, we took some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3931.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It was actually so breathtaking. It was so serene and quiet except for our excited squeals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dark. At 6.17 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Light. At 6.17 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I took on our way down. I didn't mean to make it look so spooky at first. But I like it. It seems that throughout the night, when we accidentally took a shot (with or without flash or different functions), they turned out to be much prettier than the ones we intended to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Morning has broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Birds looking for food. Just like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast at 6.40 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is the first time we had breakfast together this early. We were EXTREMELY sleepy already. This is what we ordered. We had to pee so many times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We were so sleepy, it took us some will to munch our food. If I wasn't so hungry, I wouldn't bother eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It does look like blood, doesn't it? It's ketchup from roti john at Perwira a few hours ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3958.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We saw an old man distributing newspapers using motorcycle while a grumpy woman distributes them using a car. The city has awoken and everybody seems to be getting ready for a brand new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We saw this man at 2 AM at Jalan Raja. So we were surprised to see him again at nearly 7 AM. As you can see, he's not wearing any footwear. It was a pretty cold morning to be wearing just like that. This shot was taken when the man was looking up at an airplane taking off. Thus began our speculation of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;From the way he walks around, looking at everything, he must be a government spy! He was given one of the most important jobs of all: making sure morning has come. Or that's what Sarah said anyway. His job requires him to walk around the city to make sure that the road is smooth, flowers blooming, etc. We think that after walking around at this part of town, he will head for the airport. He did look longingly at the plane just now. We couldn't blame him, really. Air Asia did say "Now everyone can fly..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After that, Saiful said "Let's go to Esplanade". We were surprised when Sarah squealed happily. On the way, you can see so many big houses. I decided to put it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That's just a few of them. I'm getting lazy uploading pictures and writing all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;There are pictures from the beach. Saiful took a nap there. At 8 AM, we went to the airport to purchase my ticket to Kuching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At the counter, I confidently said "A ticket to Miri please." I repeated it twice and the man was indifferent and asked me where would I like to go. Again, I said "To Miri." Then I just realised my mistake, I quickly said "To Kuching! To Kuching, please. Sorry." The guy was so slamba... hish. I was feeling stupid what with no sleep at all. I was blur and slow. I didn't even realise when the guy said "Do you want to use Fokker?" and I loudly replied "No. EW." When Sarah suddenly laughed loudly, I just turn to look at her blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After checking all my bags in (they weighed 48kg. My luggages weighed more than me!), we finally went home. Arrived at Sarah's house at around 9 AM. I was supposed to sleep at Sarah's house that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all finally slept at 10 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Esplanade that evening but that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Saiful sent me this MMS a few days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/Image014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's still alive and kicking. So one of our theory is true. His clothes were given to him by the police as a uniform. But he obviously thought that the shoes were uncomfortable and thought it is more natural to walk barefooted.&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/11792769-113299236276034705?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113299236276034705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113299236276034705&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113299236276034705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113299236276034705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113272263525471910</id><published>2005-11-23T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:15:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It was all my fault. I was so scared to tell my dad. I lost EVERyTHING. My 2000 MP3s, hundreds of pictures, all my videos, my stuff, my school work... EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My cousins came last night to play Warcraft. So my dad asked Abang Mahathir to reformat it. My dad was reprimanding me in front of them. Like I knew he would. He asked me repeatedly to come and see the laptop. To look at it. While frowning at me, asking me what happened. Asking me to fix it. HOW THE HELL CAN I?? I don't know anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It was my fault anyway. He did ask me if there's any important things in there. Oh no, no important things. Just all my memories and everything. Nothing important to him. All I can say is my 2000 MP3s. He scoffed at that. I ran away. I couldn't face it. I couldn't bear to see everything erased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And today, my brother asked me to open my laptop. I was so scared to see what I would see. Or what I wouldn't see. I saw a blue background, with only four icons. I was suddenly teary-eyed. I saw my brother installed that stupid bloody game. So that's why my dad was so impatient. He wanted to install a stupid game. He couldn't wait. Why don't he just take the bloody laptop then? Asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My mum called him up when I'm typing this. He called up, asking why didn't I bla bla bla, his usual crap. I interupted him, telling him it doesn't matter now. And I hung up on him. For the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113272263525471910?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113272263525471910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113272263525471910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113272263525471910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113272263525471910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-laptop.html' title='My laptop'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113212968121700500</id><published>2005-11-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:28:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just want to wish everyone sitting for exams luck. Whether it's STPM or uni exams. Or collecting exam results. My brother got 4As and 1B for UPSR today... A 'B' for Pemahaman... Sheesh. -roll eyes in disgust- Everybody needs some luck unless you're born an Einstein. You lucky bastards... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yea, that's it. -off to study-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;P.S: After exam, which is on the 18th (this Friday), off to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...! WEEE...! Share la my enthusiasm with me... Way to celebrate, eh? Finish my exam, 2nd semester done, holiday coming up... =) See ya at the cinema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113212968121700500?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113212968121700500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113212968121700500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113212968121700500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113212968121700500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/11/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113169128201061687</id><published>2005-11-11T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:31:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Numa Numa Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I love the Numa Numa Iei song. And this video clip is about this guy lip-synching the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Check it out! Apparently, it's so famous now. It's not complete though and the quality is bad but enjoyable. Got subtitles some more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you don't know, this is the song in Chicken Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/206373"&gt;Numa Numa Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113169128201061687?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113169128201061687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113169128201061687&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113169128201061687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113169128201061687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/11/numa-numa-dance.html' title='The Numa Numa Dance'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113155537094347010</id><published>2005-11-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:56:11.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarawak: More Than A Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sarah invited me to this dinner thing last Monday. A launch of the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://sarawaktourism.com/"&gt;Sarawak Tourism Board&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(STB) logo. Held at Crowne Plaza Riverside, from 7 PM till 10 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/stb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/stb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is the old logo, one that has been used since STB is established in 1995. "Sarawak: The Hidden Paradise of Borneo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And this is the new one. A more sleek and modern look with a new motto: "Sarawak: More Than A Paradise". I took 10 pictures of the same thing and this is the best I can get. I zoomed 11x so it's a bit shaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sarah's mum gave a speech since she is now the new CEO of STB. And then this old minister dude, who is probably best friend with Thomas and Goi, gave a long (boring) winding speech, which I doubt most people listen to, less understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Then they gave an impressive *cough* presentation and then... the food! Ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The first course. I shamelessly took it, all the while Mona was sniggering at me. I didn't care what the old people at my table think. It's for my blog, damnit! People would want to see this blurry picture of redish things. Don't ask me what it was. We have no idea either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The best thing was, they served butter prawns with oat! Yuumm... Sorry, no pic of it. Too busy trying to get as many as I shamelessly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, the best thing of that dinner was we took a lot of pictures and had fun doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Me and Mona with different expressions. We are so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;From left:  Yours truly, Mona, Sarah. We thought these poses were boring so we tried to be silly... See below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3837.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We ended up with lots of blurry pictures because we couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The four of us. From left: Me, Mona, Sarah and Maman. Maman can never smile. A funny guy who won't smile for the camera. Like Saiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;When we're all done, we went outside... to take more pictures! Oh, the bags in the above pic were gifts! Inside there's a mug, a T-shirt, a CD, a mouse pad, a pamplet and a brochure. Wee! Free stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We went to Coffee Bean after that. This is the Chocolate Cheese Cake. And that's Sarah's hand on the right. I promised her to include this picture because of the appearance of her hand. What the hell, right? I put up lots of pictures with her face actually in it and she told me to put this too. The hand wants 1 second of fame, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mine and Sarah's hot chocolate. Mine's the bigger one. That's Maman's Dunhill Menthol Light. Score! A guy who smokes menthol. Heh. Maman didn't know he was in the picture. When he did, he was all "Oh take another picture of me posing!". Yeah, sure Mr Metrosexual/Vain... We didn't take any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanted to put vain pictures of me and Sarah waiting outside Parkson for Maman to buy a pack of cigarettes across the street but it's in Sarah's camera.  We had this funny conversation while taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nysa: Oh let's take pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Did it surprise you guys that I was the one who suggested it? When we were holding the camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nysa: Don't care if it's weird. Or if people think we're vain. We ARE weird AND vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sarah: Yeah. This is for Friendster! Our lives revolve around it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nysa: That is so sad! But it's true... *click* *click* *click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11792769-113155537094347010?l=spread-my-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/113155537094347010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11792769&amp;postID=113155537094347010&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113155537094347010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11792769/posts/default/113155537094347010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spread-my-wings.blogspot.com/2005/11/sarawak-more-than-paradise.html' title='Sarawak: More Than A Paradise'/><author><name>Nisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526516568669522808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzhGIy9xpSw/Sp6QbUEJYmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IsmB0wd8yE0/S220/080109152243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11792769.post-113108635017068151</id><published>2005-11-04T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T14:39:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;First of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;, people! =) Isn't it great to be celebrating with your family? To visit your reletives and eat free food and drinks, see your long lost friends, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I went to visit my grandparents first. Poor Nek Hussein. He's ailing. He's body so frail and skinny. It makes me so sad that he can't remember me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We didn't take any pictures since the camera's batteries were flat. (Hehe. Ain't my fault! La la la) We just got pictures when we went to my uncle's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3595.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3595.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azee&lt;/span&gt;, my second sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/1600/IMG_3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7486/970/320/IMG_3607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;. I insisted on taking pictures with him. This picture is the only one I have with Daddy in a long, looooong time. Wished he would smile. Azee, who took this picture took like a lifetime to click the damn thing that he got impatien
