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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>to see Paramore live in KL this October 19th.&lt;br /&gt;It's right after my finals too!!! But Yi Xin's having her SPM the next month and I can't think of anyone else who'd go with me and plan the whole begging-parents and making the trip there thing besides Rehanna. It's not like Paramore's an obscure, unknown band even like some other stuff I listen to. All my friends probably know them and like a few songs by them and would probably call themselves fans. But yeah. Sometimes I wish that the bands that I really want to meet and see live don't come to Malaysia so that I don't have to feel like I'm missing out on anything which is what happens when they DO come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few bands which would make me this psyched to see them. Some of them are Switchfoot (duh.), David Archuleta (one day.... heheh.) and Paramore and The Rocket Summer. (and probably Coldplay and Relient K and John Mayer too. but not as much as the former bunch). I'm not sure why, but I think seeing these fellas would be more special to me than other bands are cause I have more memories with their music. I'm more familiar with their music than other bands. Their music has impacted me in some way, mostly big. and I'm sort of familiar with them as people (and I like them as people too). Like, I would choose a Paramore concert over a Kooks concert cause I actually know the people, or rather the names or the people (and their faces... I guess) in the band. Whereas even though I listen to The Kooks a lot, I was never bothered to look them up or anything to figure out like ohhhh what were they thinking when they wrote this and like how they behave when performing or when being interviewed and stuff (stalker stuff, but I like knowing this kind of thing. It helps me connect to the song more if I know the people making the song.) (actually, I probably would look them up (and I probably have actually haha I don't know why I'm still being so hypothetical about all this) but maybe I just don't admire who they are as people or anything. Not that I would know, judging from a few interviews and all that). but yes. That is the anatomy of why I'm bigger fan of certain bands compared to others. Because a. I relate to the music more. b. I relate to the musicians as people. c. I believe in what they stand for (not EVERYTHING but, most things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since I started talking about Paramore in the beginning before I digressed, I'll just continue and give a brief history of my... uh 'fandom'. The first Paramore song I ever listened to was Hallujah, on youtube in 2007. After James quoted a lyric from Misery Business I think then I asked and was told it was a Paramore song so I looked them up. and Hallelujah just got released as a single at the time I think that's why it appeared as one of the first few results on youtube. SO. I loved it immediately. and that doesn't happen with many songs for me. So I downloaded a few other songs and the rest they say, is history. [/lame] haha. I'd never listened to a band with a female singer, or any female singer in fact so much til Paramore. (excluding you know... my Hilary Duff and S Club 7 days. I wasn't quite as into them the same way I was with Paramore). So yep. 07/2008 basically became my Paramore year. It's like when I think 2008, I think Switchfoot concert, Paramore, Australia and Form 2. and Bible Camp. As cheesy as it sounds, Paramore got me through a lot of rough &amp;nbsp;or not-so-rough nights at that time. They still do, too. but yeah. And it's not like they were unknown at that time. haha. Just not AS popular as they got last year (especially with TWYG). And I was in my 'only listen to indie and lesser known bands' phase. So the popularity thing threw me off a little. I still haven't gotten all that comfortable with it yet. Especially when I read youtube comments and such, I can see what their fanbase is like. I shouldn't stereotype though. ANYWAY. So Paramore is one of the few bands that has left a big mark on me (and that I subconciously memorised the lyrics to their songs so that when I do go for their concert I'll be able to sing along because singing along at a concert with the rest of the crowd is probably one of the best experiences ever). and going to that concert would be amazing (especially since most of the people there would just have heard their singles. It's a thing that happens with foreign artist concerts over here. So I'll be there to represent and meet other cool fans). The end.&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like such a snob typing what I've typed. but that's how I feel. heheh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5745540841922229872?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5745540841922229872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5745540841922229872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5745540841922229872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3821660794528377749</id><published>2010-08-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:18:32.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the reasons why I love my 'rents is because they give me that push I need to do what is right, especially when I don't want to do it. My mom's always telling me 'don't go by feeling' because I'm a really impulsive person who apparently does things by 'feeling'. That little piece of advice is debatable though. Heheh. BUT anyway. I need to learn not to go too much by feeling. I need to know what is right and do it too. To feel the fear and do it anyway. (not unless it's like... the fear to jump off a cliff but I do it anyway sorta thing. that'd just be crazy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3821660794528377749?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3821660794528377749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-reasons-why-i-love-my-rents-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3821660794528377749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3821660794528377749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-reasons-why-i-love-my-rents-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7353474508197765835</id><published>2010-07-25T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:20:51.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down careful and Gloria Dump made me a peanut butter sandwich on white bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she made one for herself and put her false teeth in, to eat it; when she was done, she said to me, "You know, my eyes ain't too good at all. I can't see nothing but the general shape of things, so I got to rely on my heart. Why don't you go on and tell me everything about yourself, so as I can see you with my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Winn-Dixie was looking up at her like she was the best thing he had ever seen, and because the peanut-butter sandwich had been so good, and because I had been waiting for a long time to tell some person everything about me, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to be able to see people solely with your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;listening to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7353474508197765835?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7353474508197765835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-sat-down-careful-and-gloria-dump-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7353474508197765835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7353474508197765835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-sat-down-careful-and-gloria-dump-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5067194297248805667</id><published>2010-07-20T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:39:38.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics exam blues'/><title type='text'>Physicsing</title><content type='html'>I'm busy looking for youtube videos on physics stuff. Because I really really don't get physics. :( and it's difficult looking for good videos that don't just put text explaining the thingy but you know, like actually SHOW the thingy. and explain and demonstrate. It's cool though how people put up these videos without thinking of earning money or stuff for putting it. At the core of it, youtube is actually memupuk-ing sharing ikhlas-ley. But some of it is not that ikhlas anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I get annoyed when I there are girls calling each other 'babes' and saying 'love ya, babe' or 'hey, love' or 'imysm!!' every single second of the day. It annoys me. and it freaks me out when someone calls me that too. I shouldn't be annoyed though, because these people unlike me, manage to idk.. convey their love or feelings to one another. Even if it is in an annoying form. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote that David Archuleta just tweeted, that I wanted to blog about then realised it had something to do with this post, but actually has everything to do with everything. (if that made sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Our ultimate freedom is the right and power to decide how anybody or anything outside ourselves will affect us." &lt;/i&gt;-Stephen R. Covey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5067194297248805667?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5067194297248805667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/physicsing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5067194297248805667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5067194297248805667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/physicsing.html' title='Physicsing'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6630524083744580123</id><published>2010-07-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:51:39.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girl the movie'/><title type='text'>My Girl- not the song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jh-reisen.de/Fotos/Movie-Locations/Poster/poster%20my%20girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jh-reisen.de/Fotos/Movie-Locations/Poster/poster%20my%20girl.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love this movie sooooo much. Just watched it just now with mom and practically drowned the pillow with mah tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*spoilers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So basically, it's about this I'm-not-sure-how-old girl named Vada Sultenfuss. I think she's 8-ish 9-ish. Her dad's a mortician and his work is at home. Vada's mom died a few days after giving birth to her. So Vada's grandmother took care of her and they were really close and then her grandmother went a little coocoo (and randomly bursts out singing once in a while). Vada's best friend is Thomas J. (the home alone kid.... soo cuuteee.) who happens to be 'intellectually stimulating' haha. They cycle together and talk and play in the forest (which is basically what I dream my childhood was like, or is now, to have a best friend and go cycling places with no worries that someone'll will rape you). Oh yeah, and Vada has a crush on her English teacher, Mr. Bixley. Vada has this thing where she pretends she's sick or dying even though there's nothing wrong with her. She makes regular visits to the doctor and the doctor is really nice and sees her even though there's never anything wrong with her. There's one scene where the reception lady in the clinic is talking to Thomas J. while Vada's with the doctor. She asks him why she keeps visiting the doctor and he says something like she's surrounded by dead people (in her house) so 'if you can't beat em, join em'. I'm not sure if that's the actual reason though. My mom thinks it's cuz she wants attention from her dad. She could also be doing it so that she can join her mom in heaven. Idk. Towards the end of the movie after the most incredibly saddest thing in the whole entire universe happens, she sort of tries to kill herself too, or at least was thinking about it. Gosh, it was so sad. I don't even wanna talk about it. :( Only boring scenes were the ones with her dad and Shelley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay I don't wanna sayyy it. But. Someone died.... and that someone was just a little kid and was so smart and cute. So he died. I was wondering how could such a sweet, innocent kid go to hell? That is if he didn't believe in God, or even thought about God. Does that mean he went to hell? :( God is just and fair. But, you know. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There's also a lot of idk what you call it. Where it's like one thing at the beginning and then it changes at the end. Like at the beginning Vada has this mood ring, and it's always black. Vada said it means that she's dying or something lol. and just before the worst-thing-ever happened, Thomas J. went to the forest to look for Vada's mood ring which she lost a while before (sweetest thing ever). And well at the end of the movie Thomas J's mom gave the mood ring back to Vada and now it's not black, it's blue. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;also lots of other stuff... you'll just have to watch the movie when you come over to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;quotes from the movie. :) but you wouldn't get it if you haven't seen the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I used to like to play with my Ken and Barbie dolls. Ken was my favorite. Then one Christmas I got them a camper and all they wanted to do was hang out in it by themselves. So I wasn't too upset when they took that wrong turn and went over the cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; I was born jaundiced. Once I sat on a toilet seat at a truck stop and caught hemorrhoids. And I've learned to live with this chicken bone that's been lodged in my throat for the past three years. So I knew Dad would be devastated when he learned of my latest affliction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dad, I don't want to upset you, but my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate than my right. It can only mean one thing: cancer. I'm dying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000101/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;making a sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;] Okay, sweetie, hand me the mayonnaise out of the fridge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hippie dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Feel my aura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think I'm allowed to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daddy, how come this coffin's so small?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000101/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They come in all sizes, honey, like shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is it for a child?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000101/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; Of course not!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then for who is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000101/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Short people. Very short people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000346/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thomas J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; I'm gonna drive us to Liverpool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000130/" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Liverpool?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Big Ringo fan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001043/" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="fine"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;to Thomas J., after getting her first period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;] Get outta here! And don't come back for five to seven days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vada wrote this and read it out to her Adult English Writing Class, after you know who left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Weeping willow with your tears running down,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why do you always weep and frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is it because he left you one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is it because he could not stay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On your branches he would swing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He found shelter in your shade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You thought his laughter would never fade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Weeping willow, stop your tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There is something to calm you fears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You think death has ripped you forever apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I know he'll always be in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&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/1238969005155798770-6630524083744580123?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6630524083744580123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-girl-not-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6630524083744580123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6630524083744580123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-girl-not-song.html' title='My Girl- not the song'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2547307992968318160</id><published>2010-07-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:08:41.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Side of Down</title><content type='html'>NEW DAVID ARCHULETA ALBUM TITLE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN YOU TELL I'M EXCITED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2547307992968318160?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2547307992968318160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-side-of-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2547307992968318160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2547307992968318160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-side-of-down.html' title='Other Side of Down'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2281756237520326008</id><published>2010-07-10T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:22:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Stop This Train- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say thinking is good? Idk. Too much of anything isn't good I guess. I feel like I've been thinking too much and not doing enough. And watching too much... and reading. Watching and thinking and reading but not actually doing anything. =/ (ah these high notes of his are killing me... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna whip out my journal after not writing in it for like a week or two. but I couldn't find a good pen and I felt too lazy to write anyway because I write much slower than I think out the words so it gets annoying when I get impatient with my slowness? lol. So I'm doing this now. It's less personal I guess sort of in a way. Old school's the way to go. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hah. I'm feeling John Mayer tonight. Finally. Because I bought Continuum 2 days ago and I wasn't really feeling it when I was playing it. I wasn't in the mood for it I guess. I was in a David Archuleta/ Regina Spektor mood. John Mayer's good for the whole... introspective ambiance. haha. I'm not sure if I used that word right. Anywayy I didn't get any homework done today. Poo. I will wake up early tomorrow to do it. (by early, I mean before noon, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my school band had a concert tonight! I wanted to go, but I didn't want the whole buying-ticket-but-having-no-transport-to-go-in-the-end thing happening again. Aaand I wanted to support my friends who were playing. Oh well. And tomorrow there's a Digi Live concert in the Queensbay parking space place (I saw them setting up for it yesterday) but apparently you need tickets for it. Someone had tickets for it at school but again, I didn't want to take it in case I couldn't go. It's only a 5 minutes drive away from me though! I wish I could drive. Or cycle to places by myself. It'd be good exercise and I'd get to like.. feel the places I passing through. Because everything seems very not real (I can't think of the word for this lol) when you're just looking at it from inside the car. (ah Dreaming With A Broken Heart is playing now... &amp;lt;3 gotta love Dot for suggesting this song, and John Mayer altogether to me. love herrr)&lt;br /&gt;(I want to see what DA has to say about this song in that Musical Appendix of his. I want Chords of Strength. &amp;nbsp;:( )&lt;br /&gt;(btw have I ever gushed about that one part I love love love in the song where there's like this... dissonance in the second verse for a few seconds.)&lt;br /&gt;'do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?'&lt;br /&gt;Haven't figured out what that line means.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I get it. Yayyy, nvm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm so my cousins and aunty and uncle from Canberra just left today but I had to go to school so I couldn't send them off at the airport.They were fun. =/ It was good to be back in school though. It felt nice to be missed and to have friends that actually cared enough to show that they missed me. I don't think I did a very good job of doing vice versa though. I missed them a lot though, I realised today.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was getting to miss PJ because we helped Sree out for some USM compost project thingy where we had to fill out a survey which had like.. really weird questions. Or statements and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been communicating much with anyone lately. So maybe I felt deprived of it or something and that's why instead of doing what I usually do, that is keeping to myself unless spoken to (except to certain people who are probably tired of all my ramblings lol), and I actually went up and talked to people. Communication rather than excommunicating actually makes a difference. Rather than just thinking something, say it, cuz it makes a pretty huge difference because you're actually affecting someone. Uhhh my whole paragraph didn't make sense at all but it's like 1 in the morning and I didn't have a nap today so yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs I've been loving:&lt;br /&gt;Angels (album version)- David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Stop This Train- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;A Little Too Not Over You- David Archuleta ( one of those good pop songs.... I love the guitar and the 'eh eh eh's' in the intro and that bass going 3 notes down after the whole eh eh eh sequence... yeaaaaah. and the little strings bits at the end during the last chorus. I knew he wrote co-wrote the song and stuff, but I only just found out today that the basic idea for the song was his, hah. That's nice.)&lt;br /&gt;I also found out something about Touch My Hand. I always thought the song was a little monotonous.... and the steady rhythm was a little boring cuz it go played on the radio so many times but I still liked the song. But not too much. The lyrics I couldn't relate to, I mean who can. The imagery though... haha I like imagining 'sparkle of a million flashlights, a wonderwall of stars'. Sooo haha I found out today that though DA didn't write the song himself, the people like wrote it for him, based on stuff he'd been telling them about what he sees and feels up on stage. He was just telling them, he didn't know they'd turn it into a song lol haha well I thought that was cool. I hope more song stories come with the new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was meant to be a journal entry uhmm there are lots of things people probably don't want to read about. But I don't think anybody will read this anyway so it's okay I guess. Maybe I'll print this out and stick it in my journal... or something. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the new DA single cover art came out and it is... gosh. I can see why David was raving about this photoshoot because like ahhh. The picture is just SO good. It's so David and he looks so relaxed and he's like... connecting with the camera or something haha. And in the picture his eyes are like.. staring at you. I can't stop staring at the picture. It's really weird. But I've abstained from like... putting it as my wallpaper and stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Mom and Dad watched Australia without me thinking I'd already watched it the last time we went to Australia but I didn't. :( I don't like watching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, I watched Eclipse yesterday with Kara and it was good. It was kind of slow at some parts but then not slow at some parts. I wish those kissing scenes weren't so long and frequent though. It's awkward. I feel like I'm intruding their privacy. Or if it doesn't feel real it just looks like two actors sticking their tongues into each other's mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy now. I'll probably edit this in the morning. Cuz I'll probably be like 'what was I thinking?!'. Good night ping pong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2281756237520326008?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2281756237520326008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/listening-to-stop-this-train-john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2281756237520326008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2281756237520326008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/listening-to-stop-this-train-john-mayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2606028749211049776</id><published>2010-07-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:42:18.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor is awesome'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jfkdslfjdslfdjs. So I am in love, DEEPLY in love, with Regina Spektor's music. Like gahhh. No words to describe it. Just so gooood. (btw I'm saying this having not even listened to a single full-length album of hers, only stuff on myspace and youtube, but I swear if I see her album I will most definitely buy it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song in particular has been my jam all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHAhnJbGy9M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHAhnJbGy9M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my jam was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBI11xV746Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBI11xV746Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, how does she do that?! create such a catchy melody that is totally the opposite of generic and put it with like.. great lyrics at the same time. and I like how she using string instruments in her songs. and sing with such cool phrasing and accents and like ahhh. Thank you God for giving us music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone's even reading this, and hasn't listened to Regina before, you should. you don't have to, but you should. haha. try Fidelity, Laughing With, Eet, Blue Lips, One More Time With Feeling, Hotel Song and ohhhh! Samson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2606028749211049776?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2606028749211049776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/jfkdslfjdslfdjs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2606028749211049776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2606028749211049776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/07/jfkdslfjdslfdjs.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6586054227270753836</id><published>2010-06-28T22:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:43:57.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara bareilles ict assignent regina spektor david archuleta kina grannis matt duke jon chad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not like a I have nothing better to do. I have an ICT assignment due tomorrow that I haven't started on, and it's going to be 10 pm (GO HOMEWORK AFTER 10 PM CLUB!). But anyway I felt like typing about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I've been listening to a lot of new music lately. Well not a lot, but umm like when you really looooove a couple of songs and are like, obsessed with it then it seems like a lot. So yeah. I've been really really really into Sara Bareilles lately, thanks to DA's playlist where I first listened to Many The Miles. And now I'm proud to say I can spell her name without hesitation. WHEE! lol. Anyway a couple of my favourites that I've heard so far by her are, (besides MTM), Between The Lines, Gravity, Bottle It Up and of course, the latest one, King of Anything. I haven't actually heard that many songs besides those and a couple others, but like I said, when you're really obsessed with 'em it feels like a lot. lol. ANYWAY, besides Sara Bareilles I've had Regina Spektor on repeat. I was on a Regina Spektor high a few months ago and then it went away and then it came back! lol. If I see her album anywhere I'd buy it but I haven't. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Speaking of Regina Spektor, I was reading through some of DA's old blogs (yeah, yeah, stalkerish but his blogs are actually really nice to read. Funny, insightful, and on the same frequency as my brain waves.. (if that made sense. it does in my head)) AND I found out he loves Regina S. I was like 'eeek. can this guy get any cooler?' because before this I know that he already loves (among like practically every other type of music like spanish songs, r n b, country and pretty much everything else but I'm not too into 'em) John Mayer, Jason Mraz, Sara Bareilles, Owl City, Paramore, Relient K, Imogen Heap yada yada AND not to mention The Rocket Summer whom he wishes he could write like. xD (oh, and bryce called him mr-crushes-the-masses-with-crazy-awesome-voice guy, which I thought was funnay haha) and so many other artists and bands it's not even funny. lol yeah so when I read, quote: 'Regina's new album came out today!!! WDf;oihegalkejdgnaelkgjaehfgpiuhchachacharmin;asdghdf;oiaub!!!!' on his blog I was like neeeeat. haha. and then he said "and after I finish writing this blog I'm going to let my ears have some Regina Spektorism treatment. I want to listen to it the whole way through without anything keeping me busy or distracting me, so now after the busy day I'm going to sit back and enjoyyyyy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Regina Spektorism. lol. That's as funny as the game I've been playing on my friends today. (if I haven't done it to you, I will soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;edit: I just found this really beautiful song, and beautiful performance in one of DA's blogs. Czech it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_Jgm30e4Tk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_Jgm30e4Tk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Rabbit" by Matt Duke. If you close your eyes this song is so... like wow. and then if you open it you see the emotion in his voice matches his face. Oh, and his face matches Hugh Dancy's. eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I remembered Kina Grannis! If you haven't heard of her before you should check her out. She did this beautiful (am I using this word too much now? sorry my vocabulary is boring lol) cover of Let That Be Enough. Aaaand well, like a million other covers but I bet every single one of them rules. I only just recently discovered (very recently, like, just now) that she has an album out, so I'll be checking them out soooooon, or now if only I didn't have to do you know what. OH she wrote a song, or some songs with David Archuleta so I hope whatever the songs are I hope I get to hear them. (and I hope her love for Jon Foreman, as well as Demi's rubbed off on David. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and so I found some of Jon and Chad's playlists on LOBH and so with that and all the other stuff I mentioned before this I was thinking how cool it was that my favourites artists like each other. Not that it really matters or anything, but it's just, cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So right now before it reaches 10 pm (oh wait... dangit it's already 5 past 10) I am going to continue reading blogs and listen to the DA songs of the day he has at the bottom of his blogs. Because 90% of the time I love the ones I haven't heard before and or I freak out seeing a song I already know and love. Okay I'm done now . Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6586054227270753836?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6586054227270753836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-like-i-have-nothing-better-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6586054227270753836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6586054227270753836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-like-i-have-nothing-better-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8556873041176978662</id><published>2010-05-11T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:42:19.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oof. I like how the David songs that I liked more than the others turns out to have been written or co-written by him. just found out. Hah. (ALTNOY, Don't Let Go, Falling, Somebody Out There and Works For Me)&lt;br /&gt;seriously! like the songs I've been listening to while the rest were being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They BETTER let him have more of his own songs on the new album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8556873041176978662?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8556873041176978662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/oof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8556873041176978662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8556873041176978662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/oof.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1068110779706722774</id><published>2010-05-08T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:28:38.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david archuleta&apos;s playlist favourite music new switchfoot podcast 45 charlieissocoollike chemical love mangosteen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know recently there's been a lot of David Archuleta in my posts.... but bear with me, I'll only stop posting videos and stuff once I've watched every single video out there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;yesh, anyway. So I know David really loves music, and some of the music he loves, I love. So I wanted to check out some other stuff that he likes cuz I may like them too. and look what I found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Songs I Hang Out To&lt;br /&gt;December 04, 2008&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;These are songs that I love to listen to when I'm just hanging out with my friends or just sittin' back and having a good time. Whenever I was feelin' down and in the dumps, I'd probably pull out one of these songs to listen to and get away from everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Day - Trading Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Happy - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;Breathe - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;I Should've Been After You - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Starlight - Muse&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Sure Looks Good To Me - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;Walking on Air - KERLI&lt;br /&gt;No Air - Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;APunk - Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Free Falin' (live )- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Many the Miles - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours- Jason Mraz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His playlist that he posted on myspace like a year and a half ago. srsly. JOHN MAYER?? JASON MRAZ?? (I already knew he loves these two but yeah) PARAMORE, Vampire Weekend, Muse and Anna Nalick! I loooove him. or rather, I love his musical taste. I'm going to listen to the rest of the songs I don't know. but yes. he should do more of these. playlists I mean. they just feel very personal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I found a video playlist a while ago. It's really good, too. I especially love the Bjork video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIG_WTlRMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIG_WTlRMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;also, NEW SWITCHFOOT PODCAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1v3fqh_cl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1v3fqh_cl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it's hilarious. :D "QUIT IT, JE-ROOO (drew)!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and I love the little song Jon did about Romey. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;aaaand new charlie vid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAigCKiqYvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAigCKiqYvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ahh he's still the same since I saw his vid in 07. cept his vids are high def now, yepp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have lots of other videos I want to share (because I'm a total youtube junkie. I've probably watched 4328942038 concerts on there) but no time, got exam next week. so bai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;btw, I am eating mangosteens right now. which my mom opened and got all the isi out for me (I love her). SO GOOD.&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/1238969005155798770-1068110779706722774?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1068110779706722774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-recently-theres-been-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1068110779706722774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1068110779706722774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-recently-theres-been-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-595421659158208347</id><published>2010-05-05T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:59:15.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason castro 8tv quickie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They're giving away Jason Castro's CD on the 8tv Quickie!!! I stayed up last night to watch but they didn't give it away... I SAW IT on the table thingy the hosts had in front of them thoughhh. yearghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-595421659158208347?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/595421659158208347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyre-giving-away-jason-castros-cd-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/595421659158208347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/595421659158208347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyre-giving-away-jason-castros-cd-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7865224528509002447</id><published>2010-05-01T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:53:54.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yobs are stupiddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7865224528509002447?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7865224528509002447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/yobs-are-stupiddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7865224528509002447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7865224528509002447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/05/yobs-are-stupiddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2780878965182503198</id><published>2010-04-30T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:50:30.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaron kelly you&apos;ve got a way shania twain words astro max is stupid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words. There're lots of songs about words. Dismantle. Repair, Wordplay (well not really about it but a little about it xD), .... dan sebagainya (haha I can't think of any more at the moment) Sooo yeah. They're kind of really important. (der.) Sometimes a beautiful song can be ruined for me because of the words. Maybe because of just one word, or two words. So when I'm feeling apathetic I guess I can ignore the words lol but usually I can't. I wish I could, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it easier to ignore words when the song is a feel-good type of song that makes me wanna head-bang but not when it's a sing-it-out kind of song. Like 'Do You Wanna' by The Kooks. Hahah. Some songs, like "Heaven Can Wait", well it doesn't bother me as long as I interpret 'heaven' as just some place that is nice haha. So technically in the song it just means 'i'd rather be with you than some other place even though that place is super nice'. yes. xD It's all how you interpret it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what made me think about this was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Rgw7cqmO1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Rgw7cqmO1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Kelly! Kara mentioned him changing some words to the Shania Twain song so I looked it up, turns out he changed 'want me' to 'know me' and 'make love' to 'show your love'. Props to him for doing that. Because if I had heard that same song, with just those 2 or 3 different words, I'd have had that iffy feeling when listening or every time I listen to it but thanks to him, I can listen to it in peace and fully appreciate the melody and whatsnot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Aaron Kelly, that reminds me of American Idol. Speaking of American Idol, that reminds me of Astro. Speaking of Astro, the stupid astro max froze last night while I was watching a recording of American Idol. So that meant AI which was in the middle recording (and 3 minutes from being finished recorded) was completely wiped out the system's memory. And it was already the end of the show in real TV time. So I missed 3 performances. :( We need to get it fiiiixed. Since the first day we got Astro Max (which was like.... 4 years ago I think) it FROZE ALREADY. I still remember, yeahhh. We were testing it out for the first time and we were watching Hitz.tv and there was a Jojo's How To Touch A Girl video playing and then it froooooze at her face and we were all 'what the heck?'. yeahhhh. lamelah. [/endofrant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HERE COMES THE WEEKEND, YEAH YEAH YEAHHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: so it looks like I made 2 posts in one day, but technically the post below was done past midnight on a Thursday... so yeah. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2780878965182503198?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2780878965182503198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2780878965182503198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2780878965182503198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/words.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6816359049381192896</id><published>2010-04-30T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:57:16.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old songs'/><title type='text'>memories attached to songs</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love rediscovering old songs you used to love? There's so much music in this world and sooooo many songs. So it's likely that that song you listened to 4392804982 times 3 years ago hasn't been on your playlists in a while. And then it comes along on your shuffle. AND THEN YOU DIE. I mean, die in a good way lah. Like melt and fall in love all over again. And sometimes, most times there is a certain memory attached with the song. THEN YOU DIE AGAIN. Goshh. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, for me, my songs-that-I-listen-to pattern goes like this: Discover new song--&amp;gt; listen to new songs over and over and over again ---&amp;gt; listen to old songs----&amp;gt; listen to old songs again and again and again----&amp;gt; discover new songs----&amp;gt; listen to new songs over and over and over again----&amp;gt; listen to even OLDER songs ----&amp;gt; get caught up in nostalgia with older songs---&amp;gt; so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh something like that lah. or not. it's a mix and doesn't follow a pattern so just ignore the paragraph before this hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently old songs I used to be obsessed with that I have fallen in love with all again are, Hawk Nelson, Superchick (their old songs, mind you. not too into their new ones), and Ruth. Hawk Nelson I remember downloading the day before leaving to Australia for the first time in Form 1. I was like rushing to put the songs in my mp3 before going to the airport... yeah. Hahah. So Hawk Nelson made up like 70% of what I was listening to when I was in Australia for the first time. And since there were new to me I listened to em over and over and over again. So now, when I close my eyes and listen to those songs, I feel like I'm in Australia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's weird but it's true and kind of really amazinggg. I discovered this fact I think 2 years ago. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;and Superchick, me and my sis were like obsessed with for a while back in the day. I still really love those songs. And Ruth... ah Ruth. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these songs that just found again I actually lost, when my old mp3 player died a year ago. So I didn't get around to re-downloading em (partly because I've been trying not to download stuffs from the Internet anymore... but these songs memang tak boleh dapat here but I vow to buy em if I go to the States or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thealbumproject.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/anorak-small-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://thealbumproject.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/anorak-small-300x300.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs of the day (that I used to listen to a gazillion times years ago):&lt;br /&gt;Take Me- Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Turner- Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Wishes- Superchick&lt;br /&gt;Catch Your Wave- The Click Five (freaking classic power pop. I LOVE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly old:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing To Hide- Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting To Remember- Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://archuletafanscene.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/david-and-totoro-300x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://archuletafanscene.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/david-and-totoro-300x225.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dead Giveaway- Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(newer songs)&lt;br /&gt;Belief- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Out There- David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;(I needed a reason to put his picture.... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was somewhat eventful today. will think about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: I FOUND A VIDEO FOR SOMEBODY OUT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jbv7Q8Ho8LM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jbv7Q8Ho8LM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6816359049381192896?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6816359049381192896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-love-rediscovering-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6816359049381192896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6816359049381192896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-love-rediscovering-old.html' title='memories attached to songs'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8590172168804549260</id><published>2010-04-28T22:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:59:47.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why i love david archuleta funny videos new album'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/84538693.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1272467293&amp;amp;Signature=OH16Bd6ahYr%2FtSrHHGgVr30H6PM%3D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/84538693.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1272467293&amp;amp;Signature=OH16Bd6ahYr%2FtSrHHGgVr30H6PM%3D" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shameful confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am um (in the words of twilight) unconditionally, irrevocably obsessed (well obsessed is a strong word... I'd say 'in admiration of')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*wub*. oh. the big kid's cute too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a recent thing. You would know if you've read some of my past posts. YIS. I think I have a notepad file somewhere in my computer of links to funny youtube videos of him. I will share some with you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"that skin, dang it." and "that's a weird word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yef7F0u-vM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yef7F0u-vM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tchh. what the-" and believe me. thanks to this video, all my friends were forced to listen to my "lame" joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2egotJLyw6k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2egotJLyw6k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ending is epicly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6c1rRLWkX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6c1rRLWkX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'wooo. i feel unworthy': &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoIAfvTkuDs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoIAfvTkuDs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awkward silence on larry king HAHA: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir5Is32P-M4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir5Is32P-M4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'gawsh' : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubTTud7XciI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubTTud7XciI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lemak cili padi: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BH7uqa6d4DM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BH7uqa6d4DM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;car: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erLuWYSn-uE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erLuWYSn-uE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hitzfm interview: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQaYGdeNu_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQaYGdeNu_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'all you get? all you have? all you got!' : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxtebukOpHg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxtebukOpHg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'who's the fairest of them all' : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af7vJ_4xZgk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af7vJ_4xZgk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ultimate thingy: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOAipKp3nxU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOAipKp3nxU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crawling under table: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkbLfetNojc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkbLfetNojc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oh these are Jason Castro vids.. nevermind. just menggolongkan it with the post below lol)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idol extra:&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_18470976"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zcYhMx3kJk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yO-grN0544"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yO-grN0544&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Archuleta nudge moment: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3R7DcMXtzw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3R7DcMXtzw&lt;/a&gt; at 2:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idol extra 2: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr-pkha2n98"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr-pkha2n98&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUfqWDTg4aQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUfqWDTg4aQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's just his funniness. his VOICE is &amp;lt;3. seriously. gah. I usually don't listen to the type of songs he sang when he was on Idol, like Love Me Tender and Longer and Angels but yeah. I listen to his versions of those songs and I love em. More, than the songs on his album. Yeah his debut album, has different types of pop songs with hip hop or RnB or whatever you call it stylings. I love some of the songs, but the rest aren't that good. And then he came out with a Christmas album which was more traditional. Which I also loved because it was all *david* and was you know... like purely his VOICE. zomgosh. yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I am incredibly incredibly incredibly psyched for his next album. Which will *hopefully* be out this year. HOPEFULLY. ahh. I have a feeling it'll be like Five For Fighting mixed with Jason Mraz. Not like acoustic-ey wordplay-ey Jason Mraz (because that is... Jason Mraz. it's his territory lol) but you know.. songs with that fun vibe like Remedy and Wordplay and You and I Both. The single-ey songs. And then the non-single-ey songs will be like Five For Fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read somewhere that some bands that've been inspiring him are Jason Mraz, Imogen Heap and Owl City. (good taste in music, yesh? oh he loves TRS and Relient K too. aaand he liked Owl City before Adam became super famous like me (though I was a little late too, there were probably others who've been a fan since day one while I only knew him when he was giving Hot Air Balloon for free but anywayyyy), cuz he saw Owl City when he went to the Relient K concert (yes. he went to a RELIENT K CONCERT) I also like the songs in recommends in his blog. Well not all of them, but most of them. 2 that I love are I Am Not A Robot- Marina and the Diamonds and Best of Me- Chrisette Michele.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm excited that more of the songs he's helped to write will be on the album. Unlike his debut where like only 1 or 2 made the cut. I think his label was being pushy and wanted radio kind of songs and so since David is like a freshie he just followed the label's advice. (I THINK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm hoping that at least some of the songs I've written this time around will be able to make it on to the record," Archuleta recently told MTV News. "I don't think songs have to be like these super-#1-smash-hit-sounding songs, because I think it's more important that it's like, 'Hey! This is coming out of me. This is something I connect with. This is something that I like to sing.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In addition to pushing himself as a songwriter, Archuleta hints that he might cover more genres on the next album. "Even if it's, like, different styles of music ... when you write, it's like, 'Yeah, even though these songs are different, they're David songs.' And you can't say anything different. You can't say, 'Oh, that's not a David song.' It's like, 'Well, yeah it is because it's my story and I wrote about it and it's coming out of me!' "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I'm using the quote thingy. Anyway. So you tell he really wants the album to be more.. him. And not just be him singing other people's songs that he doesn't have that personal connection with. Which is what I want. So I hope it'll turn out good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, David Archuleta loves music. Haha. Duh. But, yes. Loves as in really loves. I like how he bursts out singing a line from songs every like 5 minutes. and when he hears music he likes dances to it and gets really... turned on? haha by it. How do I know? Well, aside from watching videos... I've been reading blogs. Yeah. I'll link you to this really good, detailed but slightly creepy (but honest) one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://forarchangels.blogspot.com/search?q=Part+1"&gt;http://forarchangels.blogspot.com/search?q=Part+1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really long so I don't think anyone will want to read it. Or even read this post for that matter. Hahah sorry about rambling about you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to study Bio two hours ago but I am way overtime. Because I've been procrastinating, and blogging was one of the things that helped in the uhhh procrastination process. Ehehhh.&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/1238969005155798770-8590172168804549260?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8590172168804549260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/shameful-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8590172168804549260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8590172168804549260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/shameful-confession.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8016253769921477537</id><published>2010-04-27T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:42:49.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason castro CDs new albums'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starpulse.com/news/bloggers/10/blog_images/jason-castro-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://images.starpulse.com/news/bloggers/10/blog_images/jason-castro-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm trying to make my blog posts more.... centred. On a topic. Because it's not that nice to read when there are bits of everything in one post. Unless it's a list. Then it's allowed to be bits-ey. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOH. Divya saw Jason Castro's album (which just released like a week ago, and surprisingly is already out in Malaysia, just like Hello Hurricane. ATLANTIC AIN'T HALF BAD) in Gurney! And then on Friday me and a bunch of my classmates went out to Gurney for a farewell for our English trainee teacher (whom I miss very very muchhhh) and so me, Rehanna and Divya popped in to Speedy ('popped in' is such a weird term) specifically to check out the album. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I SAW IT. IN ALL ITS BLUE GLORY.&lt;br /&gt;Rehanna was like 'It's soo... blue.' then I said, 'It's the water.' then Rehanna was like 'Noo... it's his EYES.'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's the cover. Over there.&lt;br /&gt;And then I checked out the track listing which I didn't remember when I got home so I googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I didn't buy it. :( I got my dad's 'blessings' to get it when I asked him in the car though. hahah. According to him my quota of CDs per year is 5. So I already got the TRS CD... that leaves 4. whee! So I need to spend it wisely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I think I'm not sure if I'm getting it or not. I've heard like half or more than half of the songs in his album and I can't say I LOVE them all. I love quite a number of them but to buy an album I need to really really love all the songs in it or I'll get that feeling of disappointment that I have gotten before after buying some albums on impulse...... (because I am an impulsive person. not a good thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY I'm gonna rate the songs one by one now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Let’s Just Fall In Love Again &lt;b&gt;(love love love love LOVE this song. It's got such an... organic? feel to it. It's super catchy. I love his vocals in this one. AND the guitars and the keys and everything is just so NICE. yes. 4 stars for this song.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;2. This Heart Of Mine &lt;b&gt;(I've only listened to it a few times on youtube but it's not mind-blowing or anything but it's nice. I shall go listen to it more.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;3. That’s What I’m Here For &lt;b&gt;(I love this song. Even though it's a leeeettle repetitive and basically just the same strumming throughout the whole song, it's got the emotion... and I like the lyrics so yes. :D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;4. Heart Of Stone &lt;b&gt;(I haven't listened to this one yet!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5. If I Were You &lt;b&gt;(ohhhh, this one. I watched the live performance of it and it's really catchy with the ukulele. very perasan though. hahah. It goes 'if I were you I'd fall for me'. xD I could interpret it differently, but yeah. not outstanding but good.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You Can Always Come Home (feat. Serena Ryder) &lt;b&gt;(I freaking love this one! just listen to it and you'll know why. 4 stars.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Uncompromised &lt;b&gt;(this one... is 3 stars I think. It's good. Not too catchy. But nice. Gah. I'm sorry my comments are so uncreative and don't tell much. hahah.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Closer &lt;b&gt;(closer... closer....CLOSER. I like this one. 3 stars)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All Wrapped Up &lt;b&gt;(I JUST listened to this one. It's 2 stars. Not that good. I liked the first 30 seconds of it though. Okay, so I like the melody but I don't like the lyrics. That much.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It Matters To Me &lt;b&gt;(I love this one. hahah. I like the title alone.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hallelujah &lt;b&gt;(I haven't heard the album version of this song but I think I will love it. hahaha.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Let’s Just Fall In Love Again (Acoustic Version)&lt;b&gt; (oooh. I wonder how this sounds like. I've heard it acoustic live on youtube.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sweet Medicine- &lt;b&gt;(I WANT TO HEAR HOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE. But I usually try to leave at least one song unheard before buying an album. (actually I'd rather not listen to any songs at all but since it's so expensive I need to make sure I love it.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Over The Rainbow- &lt;b&gt;(&amp;lt;3)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh I just realised the album doesn't have 'It's Alright With Me'. I liked that one. =/ Anywayss. I think I love love love 1/3 of the songs, love another 1/3 of the songs and am okay with the other 1/3 of songs. I don't think I'll be getting it anytime soon. (Unless it's being sold for a reasonable price or something. But CDs never are over here, except the pirated ones.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Jason's voice but one problem I have with the songs is that I can't really... relate to them. Hahah. They're so mushy and romantic-ey and the thing is when you use specific words in the songs that limit interpretation it's not as nice anymore. For me lah. Also, nothing profound. Only for some songs. I love Jason, but I am looking forward to his next album. Haha. After all this is just his debut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night! I have to google some stuff for PJ now. Ish. PJ. We don't even run one round around the field before or after she starts lecturing anymore. It's just sitting down listening to her the whole time. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8016253769921477537?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8016253769921477537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8016253769921477537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8016253769921477537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7370527313759430731</id><published>2010-04-22T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:00:25.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody ever asks me 'how was your day' except maybe my mom. So I shall tell my blog. This blog is my best friend. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So YESTERDAY first two periods were Physics. I don't get it at all. The teacher is teaching (on her first day already she stated she was going to teach bilingually) in mostly Malay with a couple of English words thrown in. Which is basically, Malay. So I don't get anything. And even if it was in English I wouldn't understand either because, I don't know. Some teachers have IT and this teacher does not have IT unless she learns how to have IT then I will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we move on PJ. Ah, dear PJ. And teacher dearest. Who was yelling at us the entire 50 minutes (supposed to be 40). There was one part where she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking down at textbook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You people are lazy."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;*looks up from textbook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lazy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"There are so many other words I could use to describe you all but I'll just call you girls lazy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;*pause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"All of you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;*looks down at textbook*&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;*looks up from textbook*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lazy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Which you are ah."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*looks back down to textbook*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other quotes would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not paraphrased)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You girls are SLEEPING. SLEEPING ON YOUR WORK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You kata Cikgu (her name) mengata ah..... *blah blah blah*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHADDAP. You're being BLOODY RUDE". *throws papers into girl's face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after BM and recess we had a class party during English. My class has had about 4 parties so far this year. The average number of parties a class would usually have is one a year. Ahahah. It was fun! My friends spent their time doing my hair (partially) against my will. And we had pizza and stuff and the chocolate cake was soooo good. Not fake chocolate with just chocolate-ey cream on the top but REAL chocolate on the top. THAT is chocolate cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyy I'll continue tomorrow. though this post is pretty pointless. American Idol awaits!&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/1238969005155798770-7370527313759430731?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7370527313759430731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/nobody-ever-asks-me-how-was-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7370527313759430731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7370527313759430731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/nobody-ever-asks-me-how-was-your-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9111163160348436548</id><published>2010-04-20T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:46:24.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger blogspot themes'/><title type='text'>wordpress</title><content type='html'>So I made myself a wordpress blog. I've seen other blogs on wordpress and I just loved the appearances of all these blogs. Like, LOVED. Sooooo I spent a good hour looking through themes and setting up my wordpress and then ahhh. I found out nuffnang doesn't work on it if I'm using the free version of wordpress. Lameth. (The things I do for money, sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now (gosh I used 'so' in the beginning all of my sentences so far :S ) I'm stuck with my blogspot. The layout annoys me so much and puts me off from blogging (yes lame excuse but it's not an excuse it's a REASON). All the dots. *shudder* And I want the text margin to be way way wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember finding a way to make the margin wider on my old blog (after googling, a lot) but I don't remember how to do it on this one. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: I found a theme with a wider margin. But it's &lt;i&gt;orange. &lt;/i&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm annoyed. I get annoyed very easily it's not very healthy [for my soul lol (ooh fame up! reference)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. So I'm going to procrastinate on reading Azfa Hanani (again, I did the same thing last night) by looking up new themes from the miserable variety of themes here on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God please give me self-control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-9111163160348436548?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9111163160348436548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordpress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9111163160348436548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9111163160348436548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordpress.html' title='wordpress'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8330544220534883382</id><published>2010-04-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:18:26.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination good'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised. One good thing about procrastination (what? there's something good about it?) is that it makes you more productive. It does. In order to procrastinate on doing something, I find myself doing something else that I'd been procrastinating on doing in order to procrastinate on doing the something that I'm procrastinating on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh I didn't understand that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, to procrastinate on A, I do B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I ACTUALLY DO DO SOMETHING. Wheeee. Awesome, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not when A is due the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case right now, A is my homework that I put on hold since Fame Up! at Dewan Budaya started. B is blogging. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nuffnang is stuck at 3 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts are so unstructured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8330544220534883382?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8330544220534883382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-realised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8330544220534883382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8330544220534883382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3829959081049563443</id><published>2010-04-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:07:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai Lyn is thinking about how sucky she is at building relationships with the people around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3829959081049563443?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3829959081049563443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-lyn-is-thinking-about-how-sucky-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3829959081049563443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3829959081049563443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-lyn-is-thinking-about-how-sucky-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5523690240297239579</id><published>2010-04-07T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:53:41.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So so so tired. I was in school for more than 10 hours today and was on the road for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5523690240297239579?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5523690240297239579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-so-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5523690240297239579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5523690240297239579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-so-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2134270986952493523</id><published>2010-03-18T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:19:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 Little Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest no matter what, then tag at least 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01. Who was your last text from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Teng. I thought I had to go to the orthodontist today but it was actually next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(assuming this is referring to facebook) SCANNAH SCANNED IT. In my 'rents room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. Your relationship status?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on facebook) Is married, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05. What is your current mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I'm anticipating American Idol in 2 hours. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06. How many siblings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 older sister and 1 younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a weird survey question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere... 5 minutes away in someone's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09. Have a crazy side?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. If crazy=laughing when there's nothing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always near death. God could take me away anytime just like *that*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Something you do a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the Internet. HEH. Listen to music and playing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Angry at anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. In the frustrated sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BRICK WALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm. I think a few days ago. Watching a movie. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There SHOULD be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it would be good if I could fall asleep SOON and not have to lie in bed doing nothing waiting to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehanna. Ahhh "we'll figure it out later" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What is your favorite song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot. And it changes from time to time. Most probably some songs by Switchfoot, or Relient K, Coldplay, Keane, Paramore and The Rocket Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What are you doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating on doing holiday homework by doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I used to kiss my dad and mom good night though. Now it's just my mom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, close friends'd be Zian and Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Describe your life in one word?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. Someone older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework. Practicing violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. What are you listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to James Morrison- Wonderful World because before that I was listening non-stop to that 1 minute and 30 seconds cover of it by Alex Lambert. :) (who, unfortunately got kicked off AI. he was my favourite. D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahhhh I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. What is your natural hair color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad. He was using this device that you can use to measure the temperature of anything just by pointing at it and pressing the button to measure his temperature. So he was pointing it at his armpits and in his mouth and yeaaaaaaaaah you don't really need to &amp;nbsp;know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who *I* will never make sad. Or have any effect on whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. What do you hear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wooden fishies dangling from my ceiling knocking each other cause of the air from the aircond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight but not completely straight. Slightly wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Do you have a best friend?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Ewww. Cooties. (is it weird that I only heard of cooties when I was like a preteen? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. =D &amp;lt;-------- see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah yeah I used to have to change from my school uniform into normal clothes back when I was in the afternoon session for school because there'd be Easter Conference in the Burma Road church and my parents would pick me up from school and go straight there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. What jewelery are you currently wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear-lings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. What were you doing on friday night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummm. Watching American Idol. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye doctor cause of my double vision which is still bad. and getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 am. I love youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2134270986952493523?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2134270986952493523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-little-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2134270986952493523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2134270986952493523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-little-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7192989643516557929</id><published>2010-03-15T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:43:28.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor better'/><title type='text'>will you feel anything at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEocg4EU_dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEocg4EU_dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7192989643516557929?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7192989643516557929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-feel-anything-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7192989643516557929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7192989643516557929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-feel-anything-at-all.html' title='will you feel anything at all'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8286256468545083190</id><published>2010-03-07T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:04:19.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICT for SPM define brief evolution ict impact on society'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. ICT exam tomorrow. I shall do notes here because my powerpoint and word aren't working because I don't have some product key to confirm it so they won't let me do anything on it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this ICT for SPM syllabus thingy online. It's basically something all the teachers have as a guideline to teach us. Pretty sweet. Since we have no idea what to study for ICT, having no official textbook or proper notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1.1.1 Define ICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the definition given by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT (Information Communications Technology) is the technology required for information processing, in particular, the use of electronic computers, communication devices and software applications to convert, store, protect, process, transmit and retrieve information from anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1.1.2 Describe the brief evolution of computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/evolution-of-computers.html"&gt;http://www.buzzle.com/articles/evolution-of-computers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evolution of computers their first generation was characterized by the use of vacuum tubes. These computers were expensive and bulky. They used machine language for computing and could solve just one problem at a time. They did not support multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the 1960s, transistor based computers replaced vacuum tubes. Transistors made computers smaller and cheaper. They made computers energy efficient. But transistors were responsible for the emission of large amounts of heat from the computer. Due to this computers were subject to damage. The use of transistors marked the second generation of computers. Computers belonging to this generation used punched cards for input. They used assembly language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The use of Integrated circuits ushered in the third generation of computers. Small transistors placed on silicon chips, called semi conductors. This increased the speed and efficiency of computers. Operating systems were the human interface to computing operations and keyboards and monitors became the input-output devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thousands of integrated circuits placed onto a silicon chip made up a microprocessor. Introduction of microprocessors was the hallmark of fourth generation computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fifth generation computers are under development. They are going to be based on principles of artificial intelligence and natural language recognition. Developers are aiming at computers capable of organizing themselves. The evolution of computers continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.1.2&amp;nbsp;ICT In Everyday Life: Education, Banking, Industry and Commerce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.1.2.1&amp;nbsp;List the usage of ICT in everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/norhisham/usage-of-ict-in-every-day-life"&gt;http://www.slideshare.net/norhisham/usage-of-ict-in-every-day-life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Banking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Industry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Commerce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To find useful info. (internet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E-learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To manage books (library automation system)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Banking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To withdraw or transfer money. (using ATM machine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Online banking. (eg: online services such as money transfer and paying bills online (maybank2u.com) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Industry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Automobile manufacturing industry using robotic facilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aerospace research using super computers. (eg: NASA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Commerce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E-commerce. To buy and sell things on the Internet. (through online payment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Advertising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- For (dunnowhatting) the stock market. (KLSE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.1.2.2&amp;nbsp;State the differences between&amp;nbsp;computerised and non-computerised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aazizmy.blogspot.com/2009/01/form41122-state-differences-between.html"&gt;http://aazizmy.blogspot.com/2009/01/form41122-state-differences-between.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[copied]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANKING SYSTEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANKING BEFORE ICT&lt;br /&gt;• banking was done manually by taking deposits directly&lt;br /&gt;• transactions can only be made during working hours&lt;br /&gt;• takes time to approve any loan applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANKING WITH ICT&lt;br /&gt;• all transactions are done by computers&lt;br /&gt;• transaction can be done at anytime and place&lt;br /&gt;• online services, phone banking system, credit cards are available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDUSTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDUSTRY BEFORE ICT&lt;br /&gt;Production was slow because everything was done manually and totally depended on human labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDUSTRY WITH ICT&lt;br /&gt;Computers and telecommunications industry became very opular and profitable since production can be increased through an all day operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commerce is an activity of exchanging, buying and selling of commodities on a large scale involving transportation from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCE BEFORE ICT&lt;br /&gt;• Trading was made using the barter system and it was then later developed&amp;nbsp;into currency.&lt;br /&gt;• Advertisement was in the form of word of mouth, billboards and printed&amp;nbsp;flyers.&lt;br /&gt;• Trading globally was extremely slow, late and expensive. Traders had to find&amp;nbsp;ways to market local products in the global market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCE WITH ICT&lt;br /&gt;E-commerce plays an important role in the economic scene. It includes distribution, buying, selling and servicing products that are done electronically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.1.2.3&amp;nbsp;State the impact of ICT on society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/kerjait/impact-of-ict-in-society"&gt;http://www.slideshare.net/kerjait/impact-of-ict-in-society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myictdotnet.blogspot.com/2008/02/l5-impact-of-ict-on-society.html"&gt;http://myictdotnet.blogspot.com/2008/02/l5-impact-of-ict-on-society.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Faster communication speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the capability of bandwidth, broadband and fast connection speed on the Internet, any information can travel fast in an instant. It saves time and is inexpensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lower communication cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cheaper to use the Internet than using the telephone, mailing or courier services. It allows people to have access to a large amount of data at a very low cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Paperless environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information can be stored and retrieved through a digital medium instead of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Effective sharing of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can share and exchange opinions, news and information through discussion groups, mailing lists and forums on the Internet. This enables knowledge/information sharing which will contribute to the development of a knowledge based society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reliable mode of communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers are reliable. With the internet, information can be accessed and retrieved from anywhere and at anytime. This makes it a reliable mode of communication. However, the input to the computer is contributed by humans. If the data passed to the computer is faulty, the result will be faulty as well. This is related to the term GIGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIGO is a short form for Garbage In Garbage Out. It refers to the quality of output produced according to the input. Normally bad input produces bad output.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Borderless communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet offers fast information retrieval, interactivity, accessibility and versatility. It has become a borderless sources for services and information. Through the Internet, information and communication can be borderless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Social problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some negative effects of ICT. It has created social problems in the society. Nowadays, people tend to choose online communication rather than having real time conversations. People tend to become more individualistic and introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other negative effects of ICT are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• fraud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• identity theft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pornography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will result in moral decadence and generate threats to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A computer may harm users if they use it for long hours frequently. Computer users are also exposed to bad posture, eyestrain, physical and mental stress. In order to solve the health problems, an ergonomic environment can be introduced. For example, an ergonomic chair can reduce back strain and a screen filter can be used to minimize eye strain.&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/1238969005155798770-8286256468545083190?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8286256468545083190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8286256468545083190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8286256468545083190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3102722521230980993</id><published>2010-03-02T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:10:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Copied from Za. Cuz she's too lazy to tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] How old will you be in 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;: 19 (gosh that's old. :S) (in Ai Lyn years, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Will you be married then?&lt;br /&gt;: Nah. It'd be cool if I was though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;: Hummm. Zara. That creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] What does the last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;: Yay. Our spm? Next year? Stupid laaaaaa.- Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] If you could be anywhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;: Everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;: Ribena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] What's your favorite ice cream?..&lt;br /&gt;: VANILLA FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes. The INside. Cause I have books and stuff on the other side. Teheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Ever stolen a street sign?&lt;br /&gt;: I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Do you wear any jeweleries?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope. Ohh. Ear rings count right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] What did you do before you started this survey?&lt;br /&gt;: Read a thread on the boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah they're all kept in boxes by my mom to give away when she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] What are you allergic to?&lt;br /&gt;: Sponge I think. :S and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;: No middle nameee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;: Eating pasta for lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Do you secretly love someone?&lt;br /&gt;: I LOVE YOU! (though it's not a secret anymore is it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Doing anything interesting tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;: Going to the city stadium for raptai sukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Do you wear the seatbelt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;: Why yes, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah. &amp;lt;_&amp;lt; heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] What's something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;br /&gt;: I want a lot of things right now but after I get em they won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] Do you like to text or call more?&lt;br /&gt;: Call lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] What is the last thing you spent money on?&lt;br /&gt;: Air sirap with the little black seed thingys in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] Where is the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;: My mom or dad, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;: SWITCHFOOT CONCERT HOPEFULLY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Scared to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;: Nah. There are worse things to be scared about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has messed up your life?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth crying over a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;* There's nothing wrong with crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;* Closed. Got air-cond lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah. It's warmer that way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any meaning behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;* No profile song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe what comes around goes around?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about change?&lt;br /&gt;* I don't like change. But when it's for the better it's well, better. xD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;* Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope. People keep thinking I'm crying though, when I'm not. Which is weird. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who left your life and hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;* :( Smokey. and Timmy. and all my now gone hamsters. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made anyone laugh when they were crying?&lt;br /&gt;* I think so yeah. But that's mostly because they were looking for a reason to, in the midst of their sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;* Nothing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;br /&gt;* I don't think I've let anyone 'go'. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last see in person?&lt;br /&gt;* My brohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the next place you will travel to?&lt;br /&gt;* THE TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sexy things a lot?&lt;br /&gt;* Pshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you currently want right now?&lt;br /&gt;* I want the ability to overcome procrastinationnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;* Yep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;* Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked about marriage with another person?&lt;br /&gt;* I think so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;* Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody liked you right now, what do you think is a cool way to let you know?&lt;br /&gt;* Just tell lah. That'd be cool on its own. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;* Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you messed that up?&lt;br /&gt;* Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're wasting your time on the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;* Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing this morning at 7am?&lt;br /&gt;* Last-minute packing bag for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;* 7. It's a LONG story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is usually the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;* Go back to sleep. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is usually the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?&lt;br /&gt;* Read or listen to music and then pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much make-up do you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;* -20 % (there's no unit for make-up is there? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on anybody right now?&lt;br /&gt;* Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your bf/gf smokes or drinks?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;* I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;* Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you'll see your closest friend?&lt;br /&gt;* Today I think. But for a short while only. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;* UH. Nobody. xD Probably Tee Ming when he was begging me to let him play L4D on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;* SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAH no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you like to do when you're down?&lt;br /&gt;* listen to music or talk to a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3102722521230980993?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3102722521230980993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/copied-from-za.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3102722521230980993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3102722521230980993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/03/copied-from-za.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8531018153496065876</id><published>2010-02-13T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:10:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to take more photos but my camera's out of battery and I'm at my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they have pages on facebook like 'I hate when I see 'battery low' on my cellphone' well for me it's for my camera. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8531018153496065876?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8531018153496065876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-take-more-photos-but-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8531018153496065876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8531018153496065876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-take-more-photos-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7140971783041801264</id><published>2010-02-10T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:42:13.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procrastination. Terrible, I tell you. Everyone procrastinates, but I think I'm one of those people who even procrastinate on long-term stuff. Like if my parents weren't there to push me, I'd probably procrastinate on going to college, or whatever. Aaaaand, I'm terrible at replying to peoples messages online. Cuz I procrastinate, till it's a few months later and it wouldn't be appropriate to reply then, would it?&lt;div&gt;(I read and reply in my head to every single one of the messages I read though :) but it doesn't really matter if the other person doesn't get my reply. foosho. I'm so selfish. )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7140971783041801264?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7140971783041801264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/02/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7140971783041801264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7140971783041801264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2010/02/procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2892459047706806197</id><published>2009-11-23T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:18:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I really dislike the "That's not MY problem" or "Ask her, I don't know anything about it and there's nothing I can do for you, go away" attitude. Though I'm sure I've done that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2892459047706806197?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2892459047706806197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-realised-i-really-dislike-thats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2892459047706806197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2892459047706806197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-realised-i-really-dislike-thats-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5779538091589969661</id><published>2009-11-23T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:49:32.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cds hello hurricane switchfoot malaysia coldplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought Hello Hurricane! Like a week after its release in the states. Though it was spotted in Queensbay like a few days before I bought it. Which, I think is really cool considering I only found Oh!G a month or two after it got released. But THIS CD was printed in Malaysia. So it should be released on time.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought Viva la Vida! Finally. BUT, stupid me bought the wrong version. 45 ringgit. I got super excited to see it and it was also a different cover from the only Viva la Vida version so I thought it's some Malaysian version of the Prospekt's March edition because I've seen that the Prospekt's March edition is supposed to have a colour with gold lettering but this one was the black and white and red one. :/ I even asked the lady to open the digipack to see if it had the song booklet. Which it did, but I didn't even realise that it didn't have the Prospekt's March's cover. Oh, and I didn't check the tracklisting at the back either. I just saw that there was another CD in the digipack and assumed it was PM. Heheh. Neways, I've got an illegal copy of PM that Zach gave me so I'll enjoy that while looking for a legitimate copy. I don't feel as guilty because I spent what an American would spend on a Viva/PM CD. In ringgit form. Just that I only got Viva la Vida. and a Dvd. oh. The DVD is probably worth some more money so I'm still in debt. Ahah. Ignore my weird calculations right there.&lt;br /&gt;I tried watching the DVD on the laptop but the audio was all weird. Pausing and being slow and stuff. But when I tried it on the dvd player with the TV it was okay. I played the videos on the wide screen TV and it was HIGH DEF, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in a bad mood because of someone. Ah, it's sad how we make each other sad. I probably make others sad too. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5779538091589969661?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5779538091589969661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bought-hello-hurricane-like-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5779538091589969661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5779538091589969661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bought-hello-hurricane-like-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2449217169859195037</id><published>2009-11-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:20:18.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at the Khoo's house using their mom's super small lenovo laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2449217169859195037?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2449217169859195037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-at-khoos-house-using-their-moms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2449217169859195037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2449217169859195037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-at-khoos-house-using-their-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3873499700398106409</id><published>2009-11-08T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:05:14.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;"but every seed dies before it grows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe it in &lt;br /&gt;and let it go &lt;br /&gt;every breath you take is not yours to own &lt;br /&gt;it's not yours to hold &lt;br /&gt;Do you love me enough to let me go? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Enough To Let Me Go- Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;myspace.com/switchfoot&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/1238969005155798770-3873499700398106409?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3873499700398106409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-every-seed-dies-before-it-grows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3873499700398106409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3873499700398106409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-every-seed-dies-before-it-grows.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2385654127208847404</id><published>2009-11-04T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:11:48.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blank, WHY ARE YOU SO INCONSISTENT?&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2385654127208847404?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2385654127208847404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-blank-why-are-you-so-inconsistant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2385654127208847404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2385654127208847404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-blank-why-are-you-so-inconsistant.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1954106490393454923</id><published>2009-11-04T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:24:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from the MJ movie! It was awesome. Incredibly awesome. They should regularly show concerts in the cinema, cause I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude is amazinggggggg. I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw the LED suit my dad and his company made for the MJ concert teeheee. This made me excited. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bunches to say about the movie but I am tired now. Goooood night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and go watch the official Mess of Me by Switchfoot video! IT IS SO AWESOME. Much better than I ever thought a montage-ey music video could be. All the footage are so artsy and they look so incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-1954106490393454923?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1954106490393454923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-got-back-from-mj-movie-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1954106490393454923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1954106490393454923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-got-back-from-mj-movie-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3027485951045983851</id><published>2009-11-01T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:32:03.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cds  paramore brand new eyes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: On The Wing - Owl C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I told myself I'd update my blog more frequently after PMR, for nuffnang's sake. But I haven't been feeling like posting anything, because no one's probably gonna read my what I post. Heheh. SO. Anyway. I bought Paramore's Brand New Eyes at Speedy for 41 ringgit (the price tag said 45.... idk). Which is, expensive, but is the average price of an original CD here so go get it peoples. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find a Prospekt's March edition of Viva La Vida. :/&lt;br /&gt;but it's probably because I've only been looking at the cd shops in Queensbay. And not Gurney. Oh snap I should've followed my dad down town today when he went to pick up mayo. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Okay. So I guess I'll talk about BNE now. I LOVE IT. I've actually listened to a few songs from the album on myspace. So let's see, on my first listen I wasn't really listening but nothing really caught my ear. But technically I'm really blur and it takes me longer than others for my brain to process... stuff.... yeah. So I listened to BNE a few more times and only then I could like, remember a certain song and it didn't all sound the same anymore. Careful, I found myself skipping a lot and going straight to Playing God, because I kind of overplayed Ignorance when it first got released as a single, so, heh. Yes. And Playing God was the song that I really liked listening to on their myspace, and it was actually stuck in my (and Rehanna's) head during PMR. HAHAH. So. Yes. Playing God is really catchy, and it stands out 'cause it sounds pretty different from the rest of the songs.... in terms of the melody in the verse.... and maybe the chorus too. And the lyrics are pretty direct and easy to understand. Which was not the case for me for Careful. I don't really get the "the truth never set me free" line. It sounded pretty anti-Christ to me when I first heard it. But according to Hayley's explanation of the song in that journal that people got with the Deluxe Edition of BNE, I don't think the truth refers to faith. So yeah. I get the verses of the song, just not that line. Which is weird. I can't seem to relate the verse to that line. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Playing God is Brick By Boring Brick. And when I was listening to it on Myspace I wasn't really listening to the lyrics, so after reading the lyrics in the songbook I understood what the song was about. I don't LOVE the lyrics but I like em. And the "badaba badababadah" parts are so catchyy and fun to sing. ^_^ And I really like Hayley's vocals on this song. I especially like the parts in the album where most of the instruments stop and you can just hear Hayley's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURN IT OFF. I think, is one of my favourite songs in the album, I think it was the first song I started playing over and over again after getting the album. I love and understand the lyrics, and the though the music isn't incredibly.... creative or whatever I think it totally fits with the feel or um emotion in the lyrics. And I especially love the ending where only the guitars are playing then the bass and drums come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. well. i have school tomorrow. baii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yes. check out that long but not that long compared to other list i've seen list of bands. listen to em if you haven't before. :) and feel free to tell me about any other bands you know. cause I'm looking for new music. and I'm very happy with the fact that I've been introduced to about 3 new bands that I really like over the past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3027485951045983851?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3027485951045983851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-on-wing-owl-c-oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3027485951045983851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3027485951045983851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-on-wing-owl-c-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5038177823842207506</id><published>2009-10-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:56:09.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[title]</title><content type='html'>Soooooooooo. HAI. Long time no post. I watched 10 Things I Hate About You the movie today for what I thought was the first time but when I saw the scene where Bianca had to wear the belly and also Heath Ledger singing on some steps to some girl in a football field, I remember watching bits of this movie before. Like a reaaaaally long time ago. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;and Joseph Gordon-Levitt in this movie.... *wub*&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger has a funny smile. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh I'm so sleepy. Hummmm. I have not been productive as I would've liked to have been after PMR. I had this long list of things to learn and pick up but I never got around to doing it, instead I've been on the computer doing nothing. I keep putting off buying new wool because I'm too lazy to choose and decide which to buy to make what and also cleaning up my room will be delayed till I feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hurricane. Eeep. It premieres on myspace next week, a week before the official release date. I haven't decided whether I'm going to listen the songs on myspace or BE STRONG and wait till I get the album. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good noight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5038177823842207506?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5038177823842207506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5038177823842207506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5038177823842207506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/title.html' title='[title]'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4195845161997298821</id><published>2009-10-28T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:25:03.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icarly nickelodeon quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carly: You handcuffed Sam to Gibby??&lt;br /&gt;Freddie: She put a dead fish in my locker!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: but Gibby's worse than a dead fish!&lt;br /&gt;Gibby: but my mom thinks I'm awesome! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4195845161997298821?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4195845161997298821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/carly-you-handcuffed-sam-to-gibby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4195845161997298821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4195845161997298821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/carly-you-handcuffed-sam-to-gibby.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1102840214138426327</id><published>2009-10-25T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:53:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. I have a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/zacharyjband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stuff I wanted to blog about but I have a head ache now. So yeah, laters. Haaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-1102840214138426327?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1102840214138426327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1102840214138426327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1102840214138426327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6051460770241866469</id><published>2009-10-15T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:39:48.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot being weird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6051460770241866469?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6051460770241866469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6051460770241866469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6051460770241866469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7871370879163408540</id><published>2009-10-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:46:21.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMR over'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dgahhhh. I am so sleeeeeepy, and tired. I shouldn't be on now, because I still have school exams for 2 more days even though my PMR finished today. Joy. Lame topics for art amali, I think I'm going with the padi sawah option. Initially I thought I'd do some finger painting for a change,&amp;nbsp;cause I am feeling so bored and burnt out. I'm not sure how I'm going to get that into my padi sawah though. Heh. Uncreative much. I can't think right now. AHHH. This is not how I thought I was going to feel after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good, good time at Rehanna's though. =DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7871370879163408540?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7871370879163408540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/dgahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7871370879163408540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7871370879163408540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/10/dgahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6175020983373558090</id><published>2009-09-25T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:02:12.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still tired. But before I end my illegal visit to the Internet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on the boards posted about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/krisallen4real"&gt;krisallen4real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Just hung with @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/jonathanforeman"&gt;jonathanforeman&lt;/a&gt; and mike Elizondo writing some sweet muzac. Both these guys are crazy talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. AWESOME. I was just thinking the other day how I would love Kris even more if he liked Switchfoot. And now I find out he's writing with Jon. Noice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the awesome Brad posted the extended version of the trailer of The Making of Hello Hurricane, the one that most people including had trouble watching it on the emi blog. Well now I can see it. It made me want to cry. I'll post it later, because I just want to get off the computer now. Here's to not waking up past 9 anymore and to being able to fall asleep before 1 and to keeping up with my study schedule which I am now behind on. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6175020983373558090?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6175020983373558090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-still-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6175020983373558090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6175020983373558090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-still-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8337673487405098406</id><published>2009-09-25T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:50:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8337673487405098406?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8337673487405098406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8337673487405098406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8337673487405098406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6888962505482020973</id><published>2009-09-22T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:15:53.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live like we&apos;re dying'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK8byRYs11A"&gt;Kris Allen's new single.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written by The Script people, soooo, well, I didn't like it on my first listen. After a few more I liked it. It's not incredibly great or anything, but it's catchy and nice and I think it'll do fine on the radio . Hmm. It sounds too much like The Script for me to love it. Heh. I still love Kris Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and sorry for the annoying nuffnang ads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6888962505482020973?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6888962505482020973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/kris-allens-new-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6888962505482020973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6888962505482020973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/kris-allens-new-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-87162277132963724</id><published>2009-09-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:47:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished studying Form 1, 2 and 3 Sejarah. So now I'm doing the 08 PMR paper and it is HARD. I'll have to go another round. :( And I only have like 2 weeks left and science and kh and BM and geo to study for. Ahhh. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tis the season to eat rendang, fa la la la la, hariii rayaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten rendang, dodol (ohh, dodol) and lemang in FOREVER. I am craving them right now. I don't think I will be going to any open houses this year though. My BM tuition teacher did tell us to visit whenever we'd like, which was awfully awesome of her. That said, I love Malaysia and the multi-culturalness of it (though I do disagree with the hak istimewa melayu, and some stuff in the form 3 history, which, if I have the time I'll explain my objections to it), and the FOOD. I think some of my friends would tease me about my small show of patriotism right thur, but eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM in 22 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and I am trying to make my blog entries less negative, hence the many edits. x] ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and btw I found this website, &lt;a href="http://pmrbest.blogspot.com"&gt;PMR Best&lt;/a&gt; , yeah I don't get the name either lol, it's got karangans and stuff and is really useful for people like me who have terrible malay and need to read more modal karangans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-87162277132963724?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/87162277132963724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-finished-studying-form-1-2-and-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/87162277132963724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/87162277132963724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-finished-studying-form-1-2-and-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8268910875523031235</id><published>2009-09-19T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:22:37.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='li ning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badminton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tournament'/><title type='text'>badminton. again.</title><content type='html'>Today is my older sister's birthday. Just thought I'd put it out there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck in about 5 minutes of badminton just now. My plan to study BM this afternoon has gone down the drain, because it's gonna be 6 now and I'm only just about start chapter 4 of Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that Thai badminton player. :DDD K. Bon somethinggg. He totally bombed Chen Jin of China just now. And I like anybody who beats China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad said they (astro super sport) didn't broadcast the Lee Chong Wei-Lin Dan semi-final match. Like WHAT. How could they? So I was sent by my dad to check the Internet if Lin Dan got injured in his match yesterday (because Lin Dan played 3 SETS yesterday and won by like, 2 points or something, that's so not Lin Dan.) and had to cancel his match with Chong Wei. Googled but I couldn't find anything. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I think astro just stopped the broadcast. oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8268910875523031235?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8268910875523031235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/badminton-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8268910875523031235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8268910875523031235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/badminton-again.html' title='badminton. again.'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2010283891652018814</id><published>2009-09-19T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:39:00.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kesan darurat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tingkatan tiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sejarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english malay rojak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancaman komunis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bab 3'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored again. Banning myself from the boards and facebook and story books is taking its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between this post and my last post, I ate lunch, and studied Perang Saraf. Now I'm on Kesan Darurat and imma try to recall what I read without looking at mah book. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Kesan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. uhmmmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Syarat kerakyatan dilonggarkan&lt;/span&gt; to get the support of the non-malays in fighting the communists.&lt;br /&gt;2. [shh. i looked.] The Undang-undang Darurat that was enforced also helped to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;membendung parti-parti politik berhaluan kiri&lt;/span&gt; even though they are not communists.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fasten the kemerdekaan&lt;/span&gt;/ taraf berkerajaan sendiri process&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really get this one, according to the textbook, the British promised to menyegerakan pemberian kemerdekaan to Malaya. By giving Malay independence, PKM will longer have a reason for continuing their perjuangan. WHAT. I don't get how that relates. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MCA that was founded helped get the Chinese more involved in parti-parti berhaluan KANAN and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;change the other people's negative views of the Chinese&lt;/span&gt; as communists&lt;/span&gt;. Because, well, not all of them were communists. Such as my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, politically. Now on to the kesan-kesan terhadap &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ekonomi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ekonomi terjejas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (because the communists destroyed all the lombongs and ladangs and stuffas)&lt;br /&gt;2. Perjuangan menentang komunis had menelankan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;perbelanjaan yang besar&lt;/span&gt;. (in buying peralatan ketenteraan and to mengukuhkan the sistem ketenteraan)&lt;br /&gt;3. The kerajaan  had to memperbesarkan the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Home Guard team, pasukan keselamatan and increase the number of policemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because the kerajaan was too busy focusing on devoloping the Kampung Baru's, they ended up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;neglecting the development of kawasan luar bandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[urgh. my track mania download stopped midway. AGAIN.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooww. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many many many many many many many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MANY people were killed&lt;/span&gt;. Anggota pasukan keselamatan, pengganas komunis and orang awam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The penduduk had a hard time moving about and getting food too because they had to follow all the undang-undang. Those&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;living luar bandar tidak dapat menjalankan aktiviti harian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Because of the  larangan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perintah berkurung&lt;/span&gt;, pekebun kecil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ouldn't mengusahakan their kawasan pertanian.&lt;br /&gt;b. Because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catuan bekalan makanan&lt;/span&gt;, they were forced to depend on lame, untasty food such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ubi and keledek&lt;/span&gt;. (like what they had to go through during the Japanese invasion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Masalah hubungan kaum.  So, usaha ke arah kerjasama kaum was done by establishing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Community Liaison Committe (CLC)/ Jawatankuasa Hubungan Antara Kaum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matlamat of the CLC is to menjalin hubungan yang erat antara penduduk berbilang kaum in Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The kerajaan introduced the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dasar Pelajaran Kebangsaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. the kerajaan hoped that  the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locally orientated sukatan pelajaran&lt;/span&gt; will instil perasaan cinta akan tanah air in the students.&lt;br /&gt;b. they thought that using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same bahasa pengantar&lt;/span&gt; will inculcate persefahaman between our community of many races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2010283891652018814?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2010283891652018814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2010283891652018814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2010283891652018814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8395694043880847283</id><published>2009-09-19T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:53:39.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sejarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancaman komunis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form 3'/><title type='text'>Sejarah Chapter 3 pula, Ancaman Parti Komunis Malaya and Darurat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oVJvhNda6kryxM:http://mymill.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/karl-marx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 89px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oVJvhNda6kryxM:http://mymill.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/karl-marx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srsly, they should have put THAT picture in our textbooks. I love it. Bahah. Anywayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this chapter we will see kesungguhan kerajaan British membanteras ancaman komunis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to mewujudkan keamanan and kesejahteraa&lt;/span&gt;n. aaaand the kerajaan needs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sokongan rakyat&lt;/span&gt; (that's us!) in menghapus-ing pengganas komunis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;permuafakatan antara kerajaan and rakyat&lt;/span&gt; is the most effective weapon in menhadapi-ing bahaya fahaman komunis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Btw, the dude in the picture is Karl Marx. He wrote The Communist Manifesto, Das Capital and The German Ideology.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; 3.1 Penyusupan and Kegiatan Pengganas Komunis &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communism was established in the mid 19th century by Karl Marx. Communism is a fahaman menentang golongan feudal (sistem kemasyarakatan yg dikuasai oleh golongan bangsawan) and golongan imperialis (countries that menjajah and mengenakan kuasa pemerintahan on other countries too) and they want to replace that system with pemerintahan yang berasaskan communism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So basically, communism is being against golongan feudal and imperialis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fight for &lt;b&gt;masyarakat with no class, memiliknegarakan tanah and perindustrian&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ai Lyn translation: These communists are fighting for equality for everyone, no upper-class, lower class thing, and I think memiliknegarakan tanah means not letting other countries take hold of your country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countries that menganuti communism is Russia and China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1919, &lt;b&gt;Communist International (Comintern)&lt;/b&gt; or Pertubuhan Komunis Antarabangsa mengarahkan-ed European communist parties to &lt;b&gt;spread the communism ideology to the rest of the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara penyusupan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Malaya, communism was spread through Parti Kuomintang (KMT) and Parti Komunis Nanyang. Communism agents spread dakyah komunis among the Chinese through kesatuan sekerja, persatuan-persatuan, night classes and publishing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the Malays, they tried to spread communism through Parti Komunis Indonesia (PKI) from 1924 till 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVERRRR, the Malays did NOT like the communism understanding because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It is against the Islamic principals (atheist) and is against adat resam org Melayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Communists used kekerasan and kezaliman to mencapai their matlamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this stuff apparently is opposing Islam in every way. So, naturally, the malays are against communism. The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to ringkaskan the rest of the chapter and only put stuff that has a possibility of coming out in PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;PKM. (Parti Komunis Malaya)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ditubuhkan in 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tujuan PKM ditubuhkan is to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;menubuhkan Republik Komunis Malaya&lt;/span&gt;. (their matlamat is to turn Malaya into a communist country :o :o :o )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PKM trained a number of kader (cadets?) and menyusup/infiltrated kesatuan sekerja, they even tried to bertapak in Sarawak but they failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kader- A new member of a political party that is trained to be a penyokong yg taat setia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menjelang tahun 1935, PKM's activities became more aggressive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PKM melancarkan mogok and sabotaj to melumpuhkan ekonomi British di Tanah Melayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ the paling hebat one was when they did some mogok and took over a arang batu mine in Batu Arang, Selangor. The British sent the police to end the mogok. All the pemimpins that were involved in that mogok were sent home to China. Following that incident, PKM leaders were arrested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, when the Japanese invaded Tanah Melayu, &lt;b&gt;PKM offered kerjasama to the British to attack Japan&lt;/b&gt;. [as opposed to KMM, who helped Jepun defeat the Brits]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PKM members were trained in taktik perang gerila*  in Sekolah Latihan Khas 101 in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PKM formed the MPAJA (Malayan People's Anti-Japanese Army).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The British membekalkan senjata to the MPAJA through Force 136.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*perang gerila, apparently is this war tactic where one person goes and kills another single person on the opposing side and then runs away. yepyep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the war (the Brish-Japan war in Malaya) ended, Pentadbiran Tentera British asked MPAJA to membubarkan themselves and hand over their weapons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PKM agreed to membubarkan MPAJA, hoever, they didn't return ALL the weapons, but kept and hid some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and those MPAJA people who gave back their weapon was handed 350 DOLLARS and received one bag of rice from the Brits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to PKM then? They menyusuped in kesatuan sekerja and started being terlibat secara active in pergerakan politik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we shall see some acts of keganasan by these communists in Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1948, a few wakil PKM went for the Persidangan Pemuda Komunis Asia that was held in Calcutta, India. That persidangan encouraged the communist parties to hold pemberontakans bersenjata to mencapai their matlamat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasil from the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ersidangan Pemuda Komunis Asia&lt;/span&gt;, a unit gerila known as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malayan Races Liberation Army (MRLA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was formed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo, because of that Persidangan Pemuda Komunis Asia, PKM started doing pemberontakans by&lt;b&gt; attacking ladangs and lombongs owned by European companies&lt;/b&gt;. They also &lt;b&gt;attacked police stations, they burnt factories, buses, spoilt rail roads and killed people who bersubahat with the Brits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in ladangs they made takikan on the rubber trees so that the rubber cannot be tapped and so the economy will... not do so well. hah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(there also destoryed a ladang in Kampung Simpang Tiga, Sitiawan, Perak because the villagers enggan bekerjasama.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; 3.2 Langkah Membantera Ancaman Komunis &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Pengisytiharan darurat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pengganas komunis killed 3 european pengurus ladang in Sg. Siput, Perak. This peristiwa menggemparkan the Brits and so Sir Edward Gent (the Pesuruhjaya Tinggi British) mengisytiharkan a darurat in Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This darurat, according to my oh so beloved textbook, not, was to melindungi kepentingan ekonomi British in Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following this pengisytiharan, &lt;b&gt;Undang-undang Darurat 1948&lt;/b&gt; dikuatkuaskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This law states that the kerajaan can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Arrest whoever is suspected to be involved in &lt;b&gt;communist activities&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Menggeledah rumah kediaman&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Memindahkan penduduk ke penempatan baru&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Memagarkan kawasan kampung&lt;/b&gt; that is suspected to have villagers helping the pengganas komunis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Pengharaman Parti Komunis Malaya dan Parti Berhaluan Kiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, the kerajaan BANNED PKM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the Brits mengambil kesempatan mengharamkan parti-parti politik berfahaman kiri that were fighting for independence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWAS- Angkatan WAnita Sedar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PETA- Ikatan Pemuda Tanah Air Melayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERAM- Pemuda Radikal Melayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PKMM- Parti Kebangsaan Melayu Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hizbul Muslimin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: From all this you must have noticed that the majority of Malayans supporting communism are the Chinese. Why the chinese? Because they want to take revenge on the Malays who menjadi tali barut during the Japanese rule (the Japanese killed a lot of Chinese because of the Perang China-Jepun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Memperbesar pasukan keselamatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kerajaan also meperbesar the pasukan tentera and police. The police team was restructured and made to have 7000 officers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brits also brought in soldiers from the other Commenwealth countries especially from &lt;b&gt;Australia, New Zealand, Africa Timur and Fiji&lt;/b&gt; to menghapuskan ancaman komunis in Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, the kerajaan also menubuhkan pasukan &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home Guard &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;di peringkat kampung to held the pasukan polis and tentera to &lt;/span&gt;menjaga keselamatan&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Home Guard team was made up of men and women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penubuhan pasukan Home Guard telah meniupkan semangat yang berkobar-kobar dalam kalangan rakyat to mempertahankan negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesanggupan and keberanian org Melayu berlawan dengan pengganas komunis impressed the Pesuruhjaya Tinggi British (Sir Henry Gurney) at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 000 orang Mata-mata Khas Melayu (Special Constables) were trained and send to mengawal ladang and kawasan lombong yang terpencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasukan keselamatan also bombed and melakukan serangan hendap to the kawasan that became sarang komunis with the help of the Tentera Udara British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Rancangan Briggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rancangan Briggs was launched by Sir Henry Gurney in 1950.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir Harold Rowdon Briggs was picked to be the Pengarah Operasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Rancangan Briggs involved &lt;b&gt;penempatan semula penduduk&lt;/b&gt; di kawasan pinggir hutan ke kaawasan penempatan baru (Kampung Baru)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rancangan Briggs's objective is to &lt;b&gt;menyekat bekalan makanan, wang, maklumat and ubat-ubatan&lt;/b&gt; to the pihak komunis. This plan was terribly effective in &lt;b&gt;melumpuhkan gerakan Min Yuen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Min Yuen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ditubuhkan oleh PKM to memberi &lt;b&gt;maklumat, makanan and ubat-ubatan&lt;/b&gt; to the pengganas komunis. A lot of them were pekerja lombong and ladang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Through Rancangan Briggs, more than 400 000 penduduk setinggan Cina were moved to moved to about 400 kampung baru's through out Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kampung baru's were equipped with &lt;b&gt;kemudahan asas&lt;/b&gt; like houses, schools, medical facilities and pipe water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They were also fenced with &lt;b&gt;kawat berduri&lt;/b&gt; and dikawal by the &lt;b&gt;Special Constable&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. In every kampung baru, each family is given a &lt;b&gt;kad catuan makanan&lt;/b&gt; to ensure every  family received enough bekalan makanan (just enough, so there will be no extra food for the communists).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pergerakan keluar masuk penduduk dikawal selia pada setiap masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5.&lt;b&gt; "Gerakan Kelaparan"&lt;/b&gt;. This program was to ensure the communists don't obtain any makanan, senjata, maklumat and ubat-ubatan. (+weapons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Briggs supported penubuhan &lt;b&gt;MCA&lt;/b&gt; (Malayan Chinese Association) to help the setinggan Cina menjalani kehidupan in their new kampungs. MCA held kutipan derma through jualan loteri kebajikan. The money went to penduduk setinggan Cina in the kampung baru's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;b&gt; Sekatan jalan raya&lt;/b&gt; was held to prevent makanan, maklumat and ubat-ubatan from reaching the communists because the communists would have to come out from their hiding places to get food. [ the pasukan keselamatan, police and Home Guards worked together to hold these sekatan jalan raya's to memulihkan keamanan in Malaya]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. The kerajaan also introduced &lt;b&gt;sistem pendaftaran kebangsaan&lt;/b&gt; to mengawal pergerakan penduduk. Every kid aged 12 years and above have to register and be given a kad pengenalan to membezakannya from the pengganas komunis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rancangan Briggs succeeded in melumpuhkan rangkaian gerakan PKM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Mesyuarat Jawatankuasa Pusat in Pahang, PKM decided to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mengurangkan kekejaman to the public and retreated to South Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. My eyes sakit adi. That's it for chapter 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8395694043880847283?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8395694043880847283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sejarah-chapter-3-pula-ancaman-parti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8395694043880847283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8395694043880847283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sejarah-chapter-3-pula-ancaman-parti.html' title='Sejarah Chapter 3 pula, Ancaman Parti Komunis Malaya and Darurat.'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5273650835011129972</id><published>2009-09-18T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:19:34.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot concert live in kl malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the making of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello hurricane'/><title type='text'>hello hurricane trailer</title><content type='html'>So. Just before I was about to get off, I sneaked to &lt;a href="http://landofbrokenhearts.org/"&gt;LOBH.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teaser trailer! for the making of HH. Gosh, The Sound sounds so good. Hahah. There was a Bullet Soul riff in there too... and according to Jeanna the song playing towards the end is Your Love Is A Song. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*vacuums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and Switchfooot tweeted my tweet! yay! about the Mess of Me CD location. Yupyupyup. Last time I checked the CD's still there. Geez. Heh. *runs off to study*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWeMulqFUuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWeMulqFUuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1238969005155798770-5273650835011129972?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5273650835011129972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-hurricane-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5273650835011129972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5273650835011129972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-hurricane-trailer.html' title='hello hurricane trailer'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3024782708703521631</id><published>2009-09-18T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:20:38.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pendudukan jepun di negara kita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sejarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tingkatan 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form 3'/><title type='text'>Sejarah- Chapter 1- Pendudukan Jepun di Negara Kita</title><content type='html'>Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penduduk Jepun happens to be a very important peristiwa in our nation's history. Pemerintahan tentera Jepun in our country berlangsung for about 3 years and a half that is from the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;15th of February 1942 till 12 September 1945&lt;/span&gt;.  The big changes that happened throughout that period of pure torture had menyemarakkan semangat kebangsaan in the rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.1 Pemerintahan Tentera Jepun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pemerintahan tentera Jepun in our country was &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bercorak ketenteraan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kedatangan Jepun/ Japan's arrival&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oh my gosh my first (well not first, first in a long time, like since I was 12) html thing. yes. blogger doesn't provide the underline option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan's &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;rise as a kuasa imperialis&lt;/span&gt; started with the rule of &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maharaja Mikado Meiji*&lt;/span&gt; in 1868. This Meiji dude launched a pemulihan for Japan that stressed on &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;modernisation and industrialisation&lt;/span&gt; (pemodenan dan perindustrian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Negara-negara Barat were used as models to memajukan Jepun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHINA that had a lot of bahan mentah dan had the potential to become pasaran barangan Jepun was one of Japan's early perluasan kuasa targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Japan's win over Russia in the Perang Rusia-Jepun&lt;/span&gt; in 1905 menyebabkan &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Jepun dianggap as a kuasa besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;*Maharaja Mikado Meiji &lt;/span&gt;memerintah Japan from 1868 till 1912. He managed to memodenkan Japan within 30 years through a gerakan known as &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Pemulihan Meiji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perluasan kuasa Jepun until Perang Dunia Kedua (WW2):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1895- Japan won the 1st Perang China-Jepun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1905- Japan won the Perang Rusia-Jepun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1910- Japan conquered Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1932-  Japan menakluki Manchuria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1937- Japan won the 2nd Perang China-Jepun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1941- Japan menduduki Indo-China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1941- Japan menyerang Asia Tenggara (which is us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faktor-faktor perluasan kuasa Jepun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MASALAH EKONOMI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The pertambahan penduduk Jepun caused the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;tanah pertanian to berkurangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. As an industrial country, Japan &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;needed bekalan bahan mentah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like petroleum, bijih timah and getah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Japan needs &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;kawasan pasaran baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to memasarkan their hasil industri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, things got more desperate in 1940, when Amerika Syarikat mengenakan a &lt;b&gt;sekatan ekonomi&lt;/b&gt; towards Japan &lt;b&gt;for not wanting to move out of China&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan managed to get a part of China when the Perang China-Jepun meletus in 1937. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;America's tindakan caused ----&amp;gt; golongan tentera pimpinan Jeneral Tojo to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;attack Asia Tenggera&lt;/span&gt; to free Japan from said sekatan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this golongan tentera took over Japan's pemerintahan since Feb 1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before attacking Tanah Melayu, the Japanese used propagandas to mempengaruhi penduduk tempatan in our country with slogans such as "Asia Utk Org Asia" and "Semangat Asia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These slogans were obviously anti-penjajah Barat and menonjolkan Japan's image as pembela negara-negara Timur. So was with the "Kawasan Kesemakmuran Bersama Asia Timur Raya" plan by the Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This strategy worked till the presence of the the Japanese soldiers weren't even felt as the new penjajahs replacing the British. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This peristiwa gives us the iktibar that good slogans are needed in melaksanakan a misi. (WHAT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaand, however, as responsible citizens, we should berhati-hati terhadap propaganda from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Asia Untuk Orang Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asia is for Asians and should not be dijajah by kuasa Barat. As proof, Japan did not attack Thailand because they were not jajahed by Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Semangat Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asian countries have their own kekuatan and jati diri to menghadapi cabarans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kawasan Kesemakmuran Bersama Asia Timur Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan's plan to mewujudkan a zon ekonomi yang makmur that is led by them. (covering Machuria to Australia and the Pacific ocean to Teluk Benggala (near Sri Lanka, India there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kemaraan tentera Jepun in Tanah Melayu started when the Japanese soldiers landed simultaneously in Thailand (Singgora and Pattani then to Jitra) and in Pantai Sabak, Kota Bharu on the 8th of December 1941.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Japanese soldiers separated into 2 groups, 1 group headed to Penang continued their journey south through the west coast, and the 2nd group headed through the bandar-bandar utama in the negeri-negeri Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, the tentera Jepun in Kota Bharu mara-ed South through jalan darat in negeri-negeri pantai Timur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(somewhere near Kuantan) The ships "Repulse" and "Prince of Wales" ditenggelamkan on 10 December 1941 by the tentera berani mati Jepun. These two ships were British ships on the mission to menyekat kemaraan tentera Jepun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Sarawak, the Japanese landed in Miri. From Miri, they separated and one team went to Kuching and then Sibu. The second team went to Sabah through Labuan and then to Sandakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the Japanese soldiers went through kawasan pesisiran pantai for both of the states especially through the bandar-bandar besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. I'm bored. I think I'll go study properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3024782708703521631?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3024782708703521631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sejarah-chapter-1-pendudukan-jepun-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3024782708703521631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3024782708703521631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sejarah-chapter-1-pendudukan-jepun-di.html' title='Sejarah- Chapter 1- Pendudukan Jepun di Negara Kita'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-224327477826223318</id><published>2009-09-11T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:21:31.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot concert live in kl malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello hurricane'/><title type='text'>HH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AH. So I'm not supposed to be online but I do go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;landofbrokenhearts.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; to keep up with the SF news. And wow, today Jeanna posted the song stories. EEP. AKI  the amazing found it and e-mailed it to Jeanna so here it is. Wow. ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pressroom.emicmg.com/index.php?path=content/Sparrow%20Artists/Switchfoot/Bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neways. So taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOBH.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*spoiler warning, if you don't want to read it till you get the CD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SWITCHFOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hello Hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;By Jon Foreman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The storms of this life shatter our plans. They tear through our world and destroy our hopes and dreams. They ruin sunny days, flatten the structures we depend on, and shock our world views. Hello Hurricane is an attempt to sing into the storm. Hello Hurricane is a declaration: you can't silence my love. My plans will fail, the storms of this life will come, and chaos will disrupt even my best intentions, but my love will not be destroyed. Beneath the sound and the fury there is a deeper order still- deeper than life itself. An order that cannot be shaken by the storms of this life. There is a love stronger than the chaos, running underneath us- beckoning us to go below the skin-deep externals, beyond the wind, even into the eye of the storm. Hello Hurricane, you're not enough- you can't silence my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen storms in my life. I've even seen them pass through on stage. I've witnessed chaos and dissonance overtake a song. But after the rain, some of these unsettling musical experiences become my favorite moments: the ones that can't be planned, rehearsed, or repeated. I've had a few of these unexpected elations up in a tiny LA club called Hotel Cafe playing cover tunes with a few of my friends/musical heroes. The organizer of the evenings was none other than friend/hero Tom Morello, the Night Watchman himself who would invite his friends (Slash, Ben Harper, Serj Tankian, Perry Farrell, etc.) to join him in the musical festivities. The nights would usually end with a memorable grand finale of cover songs with everyone onstage playing songs that were only partly rehearsed. Most the time the results were spectacular- other times we would have to stop the evening to figure out logistics like who was going to play what and determine what key we were going to be playing in. It was during one of these pauses that Tom said a quote about music that I'll never forget. He said music is like sausage. "Sometimes you want to enjoy it without knowing the details of what goes into it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be some who want this type of experience: to enjoy the music of Hello Hurricane without knowing the back-story. Maybe the blood, sweat, and tears make you a little squeamish. I completely understand this sentiment. There were stormy, (though necessary) moments during the recording process that were neither graceful nor pretty. This was not an easy record to make; we were fighting to get somewhere we had never been. Looking back at the ground we covered I'm certain that every moment (even the more difficult ones) were meaningful to the final push. But it certainly was a push... so if you want the shiny new music detached from the labor pains, turn back now! For everyone else, here are a few of the stories behind each song. I'm so honored to have been a part of this record- to share these experiences with Tim, Chad, Drew, Jerome and everyone else who helped in the struggle for excellence. In many ways, these songs are like children to me and I'm honored to be able to introduce you to them first-hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NEEDLE AND HAYSTACK LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world begins&lt;br /&gt;with newborn skin&lt;br /&gt;we are right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a needle girl&lt;br /&gt;in a haystack world&lt;br /&gt;we are right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;the highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;we call it living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this needle and haystack life&lt;br /&gt;I've found miracle's there in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's no accident we're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;we are once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, don't let go&lt;br /&gt;don't give up hope&lt;br /&gt;all is forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;the highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;we call it living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is not lost&lt;br /&gt;all is not lost&lt;br /&gt;become who you are&lt;br /&gt;it happens once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle" - Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that epitomizes the way that we recorded this record, pushing at every stage to reach a higher ground. There are several iterations of this song, each of them with a radically different approach- a method we never had the time for until we built our own studio. One of the reasons we built our own studio was to enable productive experimentation like this without paying for it by the hour. We first tracked this tune with a long time friend named Shane Wilson (we did our very first SF record with Shane). Then we revisited this song again with another friend of ours, Darryl Thorpe (Radiohead, Paul McCartney). For both of these versions the song was cut at half time (rather than the frenetic double-time pace that's on the record). Upon reviewing the list of songs with Mike Elizondo, "Needle" felt too similar in tempo and feel to "Yet" (a tune on the final list for the record). So it was scrapped from the list of tunes for the record. Because we recorded more than 80 songs for this record, we had a lot of songs to push to the side. Mike's objective input on determining which songs not to work on was invaluable. I had learned to really trust his instincts and agreed whole-heartedly with most the final list that he had suggested. He was right that "Needle" and "Yet" on the same record made the record much sleepier. However, "Needle" kept coming back to Tim and I as an important track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put it aside for a week or two to see if it would return (the best ones always come back around). I kept coming back to the content of the lyric. All of the concepts behind the song - hope against the backdrop of chaos and meaninglessness, recognizing the value of every human life -these felt so existentially motivating. "Needle" felt like a song that I wanted to sing every night. And I felt like it could be done with an element of the horizon built into the song. So, onstage in Vegas we worked up the song in sound-check, recorded the idea into a cell phone, and came back with a fresh direction for the tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew came up with an ingenious idea for a unique guitar tone. We played the electric guitar through an amp, miked the amp with an acoustic guitar (in open tuning of the key of the song), plugged the acoustic guitar into another amp and recorded the signal from that second amp. The result was so expansive and dramatic I felt like it should start the record. So that's what you hear at the top: a sweet amalgamation of electric and acoustic madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me think of abundant, overflowing life. The math involved for life to be possible at all is staggering. Let alone beauty. love. joy. forgiveness. To hold someone in your arms is to hold a living, breathing miracle. At any age, this life is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MESS OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own affliction&lt;br /&gt;I am my own disease&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no drug that they can sell&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no drug to make me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no drug&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no drug&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;the sickness is myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a mess of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back the rest of me&lt;br /&gt;I've made a mess of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lock our souls in cages&lt;br /&gt;we hide inside our shells&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to free the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;when you can't forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a mess of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to reverse this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;I've made a mess of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"He not busy being born is busy dying." - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were born a white man in mid-twentieth century industrial America. You came into the world armed to the teeth with an arsenal of weapons. The weapons of privilege, racial privilege, sexual privilege, economic privilege. You wanna be a pacifist, it's not just giving up guns and knives and clubs and fists and angry words, but giving up the weapons of privilege, and going into the world completely disarmed. Try that." - Ammon Hennessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically the song is yearning for abundant life to spring from past mistakes. The song attempts to explore the darkest parts of the human animal and transcend them, rising above these gloomy moments to find true life. If you're Freud, you call these darker urges the death drive. If you're St. Paul, you talk about doing the things you don't want to do. Whatever you call them, these dark places destroy us if we leave them unchecked. I feel that tension everyday, between the right and the wrong, between life and death. And yet there is no easy path to freedom from self. It’s a narrow road and few find it. We've all thought about the quick fix: that special something/someone that could take the pain away. Yet the problems in my life are much bigger than any temporary solution. We die a little everyday- physically, spiritually; we are in sorry shape. Ain't no drug to make me well. Ain't no drug that can relieve me from the monster of myself. Ain't no one to blame. But my decision is made. I want to follow this through... I want to spend the rest of my life alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tune has lived several lives all revolving around the guitar hook. It started out as a song called "I Saw Satan (Fall Like Lightning)" I wrote it a couple years back when I was stealing heavily from scripture. We dragged it into the studio with Charlie Peacock for a week of recording at Big Fish Studios and came out with a really great bridge. Then we wrote a new chorus, called the song "There Ain't No Drug" and built the verse lyrics around the new chorus. We made the bridge the chorus after that. (And at this point I was about as lost as you, dear reader. These are the limitations of having no limitations!) So we stepped away from this song. We knew it was a great one, we were just too inside it. When we came back to it we realized that we were really close... we just needed the final push- so we re-tracked everything at Mike's place. Tim was the champion of this tune: lifting it from one phase to the next, never giving up on the riff. I'm really proud of Tim for pushing through till the final version that ended up on the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YOUR LOVE IS A SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you breathing in&lt;br /&gt;another day begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are falling out&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are fading now, fading out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is a symphony&lt;br /&gt;all around me&lt;br /&gt;running through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is a melody&lt;br /&gt;underneath me&lt;br /&gt;running to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dawn is fire bright&lt;br /&gt;against the city lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are glowing now&lt;br /&gt;the moon is blacking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my mind wide open&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my mind wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;I've got my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my hopes unbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"But the beauty of Einstein's equations, for example, is just as real to anyone who's experienced it as the beauty of music. We've learned in the 20th century that the equations that work have inner harmony." -Edward Witten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance." -Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked." -Viktor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, melody is a constant. I am always buzzing with some hook or rhythm or idea... (for example, I've got an idea in my head now from when I went surfing a few hours ago). Sometimes I imagine the entire universe as a song, or an incredibly elaborate symphony- the sun is setting, there's a kid staring at the evening train going by. People are falling in love. Fathers are apologizing to their sons after years of unspoken silence. Children are looking for the approval that only a mother can give. I think of life as an interwoven and interconnected masterpiece. It's like Lauren Hill and Kierkegaard say- everything effects everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside these beautiful, pure notes there are elements of horrific dissonance. Parts of the symphony where the musicians are not following the score. To our shame, ours is a world of slavery, bigotry, and hate. Of Rwanda. Of Darfur. These atonal catastrophes on our Darkwater Planet would destroy the song if they could. But love is a stronger song. Alongside the dissonance there is hope. There is forgiveness and joy singing alongside of hatred and despair. The song is still being written. Everyday we choose whether we will submit to the score to sing along with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out about the string theory it made a lot of sense. I pictured all the universe vibrating. Some instruments are out of tune. Some are not following the conductor. But love conquers a multitude of errors. Your love can cover even the atrocities that I've committed in my own life, even the times when my actions are horribly out of tune. Yes, even these have been mercifully forgiven and brought into the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reoccurring themes in my life. Because I write about the things I'm wrestling, these themes often find themselves in multiple songs. I used fight against this concept. Now I see these songs as interconnected, sequels in a real life documentary. One idea that I'm continually wresting with is the concept that the creator of heavens and earth would love a wreck like myself. This idea has been the seed for a few of my songs, they are a trilogy of sorts: "Let Your Love Be Strong," "Your Love is Strong," and "Your Love is a Song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song with Mike Elizondo the first day we worked together. The pre-chorus hook was the seed for the rest of it. Mike was great about sitting back and letting me chew on something until I got it. It was as though we were looking at the same thing from different vantage points, mine was the micro scope- his the telescope. So he would guide the song from a bird's eye view away from some of the dangerous places while I was trudging along with the particulars. I love writing with people, you learn so much about who they are in the process. I learned enough from this song that I trusted Mike's instincts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THE SOUND (JOHN M. PERKINS BLUES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The static comes in slow&lt;br /&gt;You can feel it grow&lt;br /&gt;Our stream of conscience flows&lt;br /&gt;Under the streets below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rivers made of sound&lt;br /&gt;Still running underground&lt;br /&gt;Runs like a silent flood&lt;br /&gt;we run as thick as blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear it rise&lt;br /&gt;up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;can't drown it out&lt;br /&gt;can you hear it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the sound&lt;br /&gt;of a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;this is the sound&lt;br /&gt;from the discontented mouths&lt;br /&gt;of a haunted nation&lt;br /&gt;we are the voice of breaking&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;this is the sound&lt;br /&gt;of the desperation bound&lt;br /&gt;by our own collision&lt;br /&gt;we are the voice of breaking&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the static comes alive&lt;br /&gt;beneath the broken skies&lt;br /&gt;john perkins said it right&lt;br /&gt;love is the final fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it rise above&lt;br /&gt;rise above&lt;br /&gt;there is no song&lt;br /&gt;louder than love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do." -Anne Lamott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we talk about heaven we talk about all people praising God together. Well, I didn't meet many people down here that were Christians that were trying to make that happen." -John Perkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last minute addition to the record. When we were making the final list, I showed this song to Tim (he's my first line of defense- If it gets past Tim, then there's a chance we'll track it). He was as excited as I was. We wanted to have a song with a steady, relentless pulse on the record and we all knew that this one fit the bill. The chorus was originally much more of a straightforward lyric, maybe too much so. So we redid the chorus and began to rewrite the verse lyrics to match the chorus vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, I feel like this song is a corollary of Hello Hurricane. I was reading a book at the time, Let Justice Roll Down- it's the autobiography of John Perkins, given to me by a friend of mine. I was struck by Perkins’ honesty and humility. He describes the Jim Crow world of not so very long ago with brutal honesty. We are a haunted nation. Whether we admit it or not, the past runs through our veins. Listen to the streets, they'll tell you the same. We can cover up our racism and narrow-minded bigotry with excuses and time but the sins of the past cry out from the ground. The undercurrents from our history are always buzzing around our ears. But rising above the constant gnawing of past wrongs is the song of Love. Love is the reconciliation. The deliberate act of forgiveness. The deliberate act of moving forward unencumbered by the past. This is the sound. This is the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ENOUGH TO LET ME GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wandering soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm still walking the line that leads me home&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;I still got mountain to climb&lt;br /&gt;on my own&lt;br /&gt;on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me enough to let me go?&lt;br /&gt;to let me follow through&lt;br /&gt;to let me fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me enough to let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from the dead of winter&lt;br /&gt;back from the dead and all our leaves are dry&lt;br /&gt;you’re so beautiful, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from the dead we went through&lt;br /&gt;back from the dead and both our tongues are tied&lt;br /&gt;you look beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every seed dies before it grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;and let it go&lt;br /&gt;every breath you take is not your to own&lt;br /&gt;it's not your to hold&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me enough to let me go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other." -Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is the highest passion in a human being. Many in every generation may not come that far, but none comes further." -Soren Kierkegaard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one started with the guitar hook I came up with during sound-check; however, most of the song took shape in a hotel room in Australia. I was thinking about how love (not just lust or codependency that commonly flood the tunes on the airways) actually involves quite a bit of faith. There's a lot of letting go involved. Two souls in love is an intricate dance of give and take. I can be a fairly solitary person from time to time. Sure, I love being with people, but I also need time alone. I guess I thrive on the poles. So this song is about the dance involved in a relationship the coming together and letting go. The song equates love with breathing- pulling in and releasing. Or a seed, for the seed to grow it has to be dropped and buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our barcode media, love is often portrayed as consumption. As consumers in a commercial driven culture we can begin to view other souls as objects, or potential cures for our deepest fears and insecurities. "Perhaps if I found the right lover I would no longer feel this deep existential despair." But of course no human soul could be the Constant Other, the face that will never go away. Only the infinite can fill that role. But the silence can be deafening. It's a fearful thing to be alone. Do you love me enough to let me go? "I can't live without you"- "I would die if you ever left me"- These are not the songs of love, these are the songs of consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;But I still hear the blue sky call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chains that hold me back inside&lt;br /&gt;are the prisons of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free,&lt;br /&gt;come set me free&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I still believe you can save me from me&lt;br /&gt;come set me free&lt;br /&gt;come set me free&lt;br /&gt;inside this shell&lt;br /&gt;there's a prison cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to live the light of day&lt;br /&gt;why would I do what I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when try to reach above&lt;br /&gt;I only I hurt the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a hole in the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;where the shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a hole in my heart but my hope&lt;br /&gt;is not in me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that my chains were broken&lt;br /&gt;broken, broken, broken open&lt;br /&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires... there is no such thing as part freedom." - Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use." -Soren Kierkegaard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that I wrote this one in an elevator. Tim says that the seed of it was written by the time the elevator ride was over. I don't remember that, I just wanted to have a song on the record (and live) that captured a reinterpretation of the blues. From the moment I started playing guitar I was hooked on Led Zeppelin, BB King, and Hendrix. Wes Montgomery came later. I wanted to have a simple throbbing, pulsing song on the record that epitomized the songs I played in Jr. High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of this song is fairly simple. I am trapped by myself. I am a man who is bounded by his own lusts and vices, yearning to be free of these hindrances. We are enslaved to our passing desires that are often more swayed by our environment than our own volition. Most of what we call our "choices" are simply reactions. Free thought is incredibly rare. Who can know the darkest parts within himself? This unspoken and nameless prison is the bane of the "free" world, the hole in the neighborhood. We are in the chains of debt, the chains of consumption, enslaved by our lusts, our fears, and our past. The truth will set you free but it's only slightly less scary than hell and a whole lot harder to get there. There is no outer freedom until we have chosen to be free inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically I feel like this song is the brother of "Mess of Me." Yearning for a life beyond what I have. Hoping for freedom. Still yearning to get there. "I had a dream that my chains were broken... broken open." I'm still running hard for this goal.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HELLO HURRICANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the skies&lt;br /&gt;they've been turning blood red&lt;br /&gt;not a doubt in my mind anymore&lt;br /&gt;there's a storm up ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hurricane&lt;br /&gt;you're not enough&lt;br /&gt;hello hurricane&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love&lt;br /&gt;I've got doors and windows&lt;br /&gt;boarded up&lt;br /&gt;all your dead end fury is&lt;br /&gt;not enough&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every thing I have I count as loss&lt;br /&gt;everything I have is stripped away&lt;br /&gt;before I started building&lt;br /&gt;I counted up these costs&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left for you to take away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hurricane&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter fighting for control&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter fighting for my soul&lt;br /&gt;everything inside of me surrenders&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hurricane&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself." -Soren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The capitalist culture of consumption... does not provide meaningful sustenance for large numbers of people." -Cornel West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a subject matter that I speak of with holy reverence. Having grown up on the East Coast I know firsthand of the houses lost, of the dreams turned into nightmares. I take my shoes off and recognize that this is a matter that is dear to our nation, especially of late- with every passing hurricane season. Last year, with Habitat for Humanity we helped to build a house for a woman who lost everything in Hurricane Katrina. The hurricane had taken her city, her house, and her leg. As she relocated to Baton Rouge and learned how to walk as an amputee, her mantra was this: "I walked out of my house and my life in New Orleans on my own legs, I'm going to walk into this one the same way." This is the spirit that I wanted to capture with this song, and moreover with this record. The storms of life might take my house, my loved ones, or even my life- but they cannot silence my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the reactionary impulses of hate, fear, and despair really are defenseless against the storms of this life. And yet, this selfless love really might be stronger than death. Perhaps, the kingdom of the heavens really is at hand, ready to give, ready to love. And with this love as my song I will overcome. In surrender to divine love I will find my strength. "Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the start&lt;br /&gt;this is your heart&lt;br /&gt;this is the day you were born&lt;br /&gt;this is the sun&lt;br /&gt;these are your lungs&lt;br /&gt;this is the day you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am always yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the scars&lt;br /&gt;deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;this is the place you were born&lt;br /&gt;this is the hole&lt;br /&gt;where most of your soul&lt;br /&gt;comes ripping out&lt;br /&gt;from the places you've been torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is always yours&lt;br /&gt;but I am always yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm caving in&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love again&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wretched man&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;every breath is a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is always yours&lt;br /&gt;and I am always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everything can be taken from a man but ... the last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." -Viktor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything alive must die. Every building built to the sky will fall. Don't try to tell me my everlasting love is a lie.” -Jeff Tweedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually searching for meaning in my life. Why am I here? Why is there so much pain? This cold, dark stream of sorrow runs through my life. Why does it run alongside of the warm beautiful waters of joy and beauty? Why do the two rivers collide and intertwine? The dark and the light. The death and the life... Most of my songs become outlets for these questions. The music becomes place for the cognitive dissonance to chew away at something other than a broken heart or an ulcer. The music becomes a place to sort through the dark and the light. I love crosswords, sodoku, solitaire- games with a simple victory that allows me the momentary thrill of setting the world right. But song- writing feels like a similar discipline to me. A puzzle of letters and math, theory and rule, expression and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyric of this song attempts to start at the womb and follow a human soul through life. And so it begins: the heart beats, the eyes open, breath floods the lungs for the first time- what incredible experiences! What extraordinary sensations! I wanted to write this from a father's perspective, from the eyes of the father of life. One look into the eyes of his son and the father is smitten for life. The possession that the young infant has over the father is complete. Always yours. The second verse speaks of the pain. This pain is always with us. We are born into a world of pain, the pain of losing a child, the pain of rejection, of racism, sexism, fears... these experiences rip us to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels pain. I look to those who have been through more pain than I will ever know for guidance on the subject. The Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist Victor Frankl survived several Nazi concentration camps with his life and his hope intact. He lost more than I'll ever know... his wife, his parents, and his family did not survive. His understanding of pain is in direct opposition to our western world that is often found running from pain at all costs. Frankl’s “Case for a Tragic Optimism” speaks of turning suffering into human achievement and optimism in the face of tragedy. The memories, the pain, the scars, these are yours. Yes, the things that you and I have lost. These are yours and they have meaning. No, these could never be The Ultimate Meaning in our lives, but let these scars drive us towards "turning suffering into human achievement and accomplishment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge in the song is the acknowledgment of my own shortcomings. As a man born into beauty and pain, there is a moment of surrender where I lay down my life. This is a free volitional action, a gift, just as the father's love was given to me- this became the response. A simple surrender to the Infinite Maker of The Finite acknowledging that I need his love. The meaning in my life is often found in surrender rather than mastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BULLET SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing one for all the dreamers&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this one for the sparks&lt;br /&gt;Here's one for the friction makers&lt;br /&gt;We are the bleeding hearts&lt;br /&gt;don't care whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rise and fall together&lt;br /&gt;our hearts still beat below&lt;br /&gt;you can't stand by forever&lt;br /&gt;you're a kid with a bullet soul&lt;br /&gt;are you ready to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn up the radiation&lt;br /&gt;I want to glow in the dark&lt;br /&gt;love is the one true innovation&lt;br /&gt;love is the only art&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em blow it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the children of the scar&lt;br /&gt;I want to start from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Imagination decides everything." -Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.” -Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the second song that I worked on with Mike. We tracked a lot of it the day after we wrote "Your Love is a Song." I wanted to see what it would be like to work on a rock tune with him because I hadn't heard much of his work in that area. His passion and knowledge about fuzz tones were an incredible surprise to me. He brought out a song called “Bugman” as a reference (a blur song off of 13, a more obscure blur record that had some messier pinkerton overtones) and I knew we were on the right track. The demo I had done was much more subdued and with eclectic instrumentation (more of a cheap dust brothers concept). But he brought out a few Deviever guitar pedals and the song took turn towards the rock side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the children of the scar. Our lives flash so quickly before us... This song was loosely based on a poem that I wrote a few years back. You only get one shot with your bullet soul, I want to make all that I can out of my one shot. Life is not perfect or ideal. Life is full of messy, bleeding dreamers. That's where things begin- Broken hearts making a broken record. But that's not the end of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all attempts have failed&lt;br /&gt;all my heads are tails&lt;br /&gt;she's got teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've got reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing ground and gaining speed&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself or most of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed for the final precipice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;no you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;no, you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these day pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I dream with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;nightmares haunt my days&lt;br /&gt;visions blur my nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;what's true of false&lt;br /&gt;what's fact or fiction after all&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm an apparition's pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;no, you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll run until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;no, you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't break your heart it isn't love&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't break your heart it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's when you're breaking down&lt;br /&gt;with your insides coming out&lt;br /&gt;that's when you find out what your heart is made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you haven't lost me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken." -CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like old instruments, often better than newer versions. It's hard to describe, feels like old guitars bring a life and a story to the conversation. When you write songs on an old guitar the guitar tends to speak up for itself from time to time. "Yet" was written on an old National steel guitar that I bought at a pawnshop on tour. It was a finger-picking tune played with a slide and very unlike the version on the record. Tim and I both thought that the folk interpretation of the song didn't really rise to the potential of the melody or the lyric. We spent a day at my house trying to find the right instrument to carry the song. We tracked the acoustic and electric guitar that day. We stumbled on the bass intro later. We were singing the final version of the song down and I felt like the end bit wasn’t quite right. It needed a bit more to tell the story. So I wrote a new lyric to go over top of the chorus chord changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is about hope. Hope is always reaching towards the future, reaching for what has not yet come to pass. Once the hope is attained, it can no longer be called hope. Hope isn't the sort of thing you can pull out of your pocket and show off. Hope is a "holding on" of sorts, an expectant belief, a desire as of yet unfulfilled. I wrote this song from a really dark place, looking for some form of hope. And maybe searching for hope is a form of hope in itself. There's a moment of honesty when your mask drops, when you can no longer pretend to have it all together. When this pretense is gone you breathe in your first real breath. When you are no longer pretending to be something you're not, you're left with a truly honest assessment of the situation. Very little is left, "Faith, hope, and love remain. But the greatest of these is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SING IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the run&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the ropes this time&lt;br /&gt;where is my song?&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the song of my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it out&lt;br /&gt;sing it out&lt;br /&gt;take what is left of me&lt;br /&gt;and make it a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it out&lt;br /&gt;sing out-loud&lt;br /&gt;I can't the words to sing&lt;br /&gt;you'd be my remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song&lt;br /&gt;My song&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing with what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the sun?&lt;br /&gt;feel like a ghost this time&lt;br /&gt;where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I need your breath in my lungs tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;My world is wrong&lt;br /&gt;my world is a lie that's come true&lt;br /&gt;and I fall in love with the ones that run me through&lt;br /&gt;when all along all I need is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.” -Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a bluebird in my heart that&lt;br /&gt;wants to get out&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too clever&lt;br /&gt;I only let him out&lt;br /&gt;at night sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when everybody's asleep&lt;br /&gt;-Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lose the plot. I feel like I'm hopelessly lost underwater, as though I can't figure out which way is up. I know that there's a song somewhere inside of me but I just can't remember what it is. I want my life to be the poetry of the Poet himself, I want to sing- to be a melody intertwined with The Melody Himself. But sometimes I'm hopelessly lost, broken, spent. I fall in love with the ones and things that take life and love away from me. I need The Song Himself to sing through me. I need The Word Himself to speak into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that we worked on maybe more than any of the others. There are so many versions of this song. The demo leaned towards Massive Attack. The next version was even darker- tracked with Daryll. Most of the elements that we tracked with Daryll made it to the final cut (except some incredibly moody drums that we did with him). We kept trying to find a pulse that would be constant but wouldn't feel like a dirge. The next iteration of the song sounded much more like Sade with a really memorable bass line that Tim came up with. But still, we all felt like the song was stronger without these superfluous elements. So we used the always effective "mute button" on pretty much everything. The song is singing about itself- struggling for melody, for life, for meaning. Singing about rebirth, the song spends most of its time in the grave and comes to a bright glorious finish, held out until the very end. To match the lyric we saved almost every instrument for the end of the song. In my opinion, the essence of the song was the only thing that survived on the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;RED EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;the day is gone?&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm waiting for dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you aiming for&lt;br /&gt;out here alone?&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm aiming for home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on, holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with red eyes&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;with red eyes&lt;br /&gt;red eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my days are spent&lt;br /&gt;within this skin&lt;br /&gt;within this cage that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowhere feels safe to me&lt;br /&gt;nowhere feels home&lt;br /&gt;even in crowds I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on, holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every now and then I see you dreaming&lt;br /&gt;every now and then I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;every now and then I see you reaching,&lt;br /&gt;reaching for the other side&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia,'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough... The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread." -Mother Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our churches have done little more than reproduce and radiate this brokenness of our culture... Many congregations do nothing but outsource justice." -John Perkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are at the end of the world. And the beginning. Here we are at the dawn of the next generation. Y2K has passed us by. MLK, Kennedy, Elvis, Lennon, Cobain, MJ... they have all left the living. They have left us searching, wondering, hoping... I read the headlines, I watch the news. Iraq, Rwanda, Iran, Darfur, Tibet, Columbine, OKC... Towers falling, mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers... passing from life to death. We're killing one another, destroying each other. Sometimes the state of the world can bring a man to his knees. It could make you cry. I get angry. I get overwhelmed. I give up... almost. Sometimes, I find myself staring into a blood red dawn, still awake from the night before. Still wondering why this new day has so much of the old darkness, the old sorrows, the old hatred. I feel so alone. I feel so alone in this world of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my heroes are the ones who ran after the higher vision, the news that stays new. We've been chasing lesser gods, gods who do not know our names, gods who will die alongside of us. The kingdom of the heavens does not come to us in our wealth, it comes to our in our poverty. Our money, our knowledge, our medicine, our sex, our privilege- these are double-edged swords, dependent upon our own shaking hands for guidance. With our two hands we build up and destroy, we hold and break the future. My own hands are shaking. I reach for the new day with fear and trembling. I'm reaching for a bird called hope, for the one true song who could bring me home. I'm waiting for dawn. I'm dreaming, reaching for the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the record there is a reprise that goes back to the first song. For me this is a reminder of the repetitive nature of all that we call life. Wonder, surrender, joy, forgiveness, hope- yes, give us today the daily bread of our moment by moment existence. This life is so fragile- at any instance one of us could slip beyond this life into the infinite unknown. It's as though every breath we take has been given to us on loan. We are surrounded by mysteries, miracles, wonders, and tragedies that we will never master. Yes, I will die one day- of this I am certain. But I'm not dead yet! No, tonight there is breath in my lungs- pushing, pulsing, yearning to break free... I will dream, for dreams are the seeds of what may be. I will wonder, for without wonder, how could life be wonderful? And I will sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, until my pending death I will sing. In the face of indifference, I will sing. In the face of adversity, I will sing. I will sing about the pain. I will sing about the mystery. I will sing of the hope, the cage, the bullet, the winter, the dreamer. I will sing of all of these. I've seen miracles there in your eyes. It's no accident we're here tonight. We are once in a lifetime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c8c8c;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I only read the ones for the songs I've heard though, because I'd understand it more than reading about a song I've never heard. I'll read the rest when I get the album. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&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/1238969005155798770-224327477826223318?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/224327477826223318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/hh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/224327477826223318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/224327477826223318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/hh.html' title='HH'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7245883936344497908</id><published>2009-09-09T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:23:35.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello hurricane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess of me'/><title type='text'>Mess of Me</title><content type='html'>Promo video for Mess of Me! Listen and watch it as many times as you can! And don't forget to leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bfbda3; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9lg7Utdnyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9lg7Utdnyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/1238969005155798770-7245883936344497908?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7245883936344497908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/mess-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7245883936344497908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7245883936344497908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/mess-of-me.html' title='Mess of Me'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8445672783295470745</id><published>2009-09-08T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:23:59.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack&apos;s mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST FOUND OUT JACK'S MANNEQUIN ADDED NEW SONGS TO HIS MYSPACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when I had the laptop in my room and I discovered Jack's Mannequin and I listened to the 5 songs on his myspace again and again and again and again. Then the laptop was out of my room so I couldn't listen anymore. I was gonna buy his album on amazon but it didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayy.&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/1238969005155798770-8445672783295470745?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8445672783295470745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-found-out-jacks-mannequin-added.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8445672783295470745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8445672783295470745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-found-out-jacks-mannequin-added.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9186728217786064383</id><published>2009-09-07T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:46:47.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demi lovato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 100%; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;This is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYL3YSPFfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYL3YSPFfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;No, not the Jonas Brothers (though I am a little partial to Nick) but that part with the little girl. Joe: What's your name? Girl: Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I don't like the song very much, but that part with the girl is too cute. Bahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I do like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBUli7YnuHQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Oh, and have I mentioned before that I like Demi Lovato? I would get her album if I saw it on sale or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;(oh and the crying/screaming girls in the video is kind of scary... :/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Also, THE BOARDS ARE DOWN! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Maybe it's cause they're changing the layout to fit Hello Hurricane. Oooooh. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/1238969005155798770-9186728217786064383?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9186728217786064383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-just-too-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9186728217786064383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9186728217786064383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-just-too-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8884632504371248342</id><published>2009-08-28T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:25:51.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yasmin ahmad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tan hong ming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a song about acne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlieissocoollike'/><title type='text'>Videos!</title><content type='html'>Other videos I wanted to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIh0rbpjDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIh0rbpjDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8884632504371248342?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8884632504371248342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8884632504371248342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8884632504371248342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/videos.html' title='Videos!'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5487925489195039915</id><published>2009-08-28T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:25:22.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorryyyyy. Ehehh. You would laugh at much I laughed watching David Archuleta's vlog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGRS3TvRofM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGRS3TvRofM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's kind of weird too how I'm putting up someone else's vlog on my blog. Hahah. Anyway, I love this guy for obvious or not so obvious reasons you can ask me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5487925489195039915?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5487925489195039915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorryyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5487925489195039915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5487925489195039915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorryyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3864071388427586325</id><published>2009-08-28T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:26:38.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queensbay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Yellow- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo I looked over my past posts on this new blog and it seems that half my posts are about studying. Not good. So I'll blog about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to watch Up on Tuesday! I was pretty cool. I cried within the first 10 minutes, and I do recall shrieking a little everytime Russell or someone almost plunged to their deathhhhh. (note: if you ever watch a movie with me, be prepared to be disturbed with my shrieks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, I wasn't completely blown away or whatever. It WAS a really good movie. But not super great. I think it's because ever since June or whatever I'd been reading rave reviews about Up and so I had like really high expectations for it but when I watched it it didn't quite HIT ME. Ah well. Also, GSC CUT SOME SCENES from the movie. Whyyyy would they want to cut some parts from Up? Also WHYYY was Up rated PG 13? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Up, we went to Borders and I saw this book called Burning Bright. (I don't really like browsing through all the books in the section to find a good book because there are so many and you don't really know whether a book is good or not till you read it. or at least, I don't.) This one caught my attention because of its title (before I die I wanna burn out bright!) Soooo I read the blurbs and stuff and one that made me want to get the book was one that said something the lines of 'A thoughtful exploration of how we misread each other by being trapped in our own perspectives.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, for some reason I prefer reading books about kids, or teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, being the doof that I am, only after buying the book did I realise that the blurb was actually for some other book that the author wrote. lol. Not the one that I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm somewhere in the middle of the book now. I'll post my thoughts on it after I finish it. :D Which I don't think I will, because I should be studying. Heh.&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/1238969005155798770-3864071388427586325?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3864071388427586325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/listening-to-yellow-coldplay-sooooo-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3864071388427586325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3864071388427586325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/listening-to-yellow-coldplay-sooooo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8923678540592503621</id><published>2009-08-28T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:26:59.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I have studied more in one school day than I have this entire week. :/ I felt more urgency when I was preparing for the trials than for this. Hmm. Actually I do feel the urgency, hah, but the urgency isn't urgent enough to make me get off the computer. I'm hoping it's just the holiday mood we're in right now, and when school starts again I can start annoying Alicia  about how many days we have left to PMR. :D  It's more motivating to study when others around you are studying too. Which is not the case at home even though my brother's UPSR is in a week and my sister's SPM trials is also in a week. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm a total nerd. x]&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/1238969005155798770-8923678540592503621?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8923678540592503621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/honestly-i-have-studied-more-in-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8923678540592503621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8923678540592503621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/honestly-i-have-studied-more-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7646022102422619364</id><published>2009-08-28T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:27:18.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am confuzzled. Blow nuffnang. I haven't even done the Bible Camp Logo thingy yet. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7646022102422619364?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7646022102422619364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-confuzzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7646022102422619364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7646022102422619364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-confuzzled.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-499994616694983333</id><published>2009-08-28T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:27:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is about nothing in particular... I'm following Stephen's advice (WHICH I AM VERY THANKFUL FOR, VERY THANKFUL INDEED) in adding my nuffnang ads which I'm having trouble with. Yes. HTML gives me headaches. One of the many things that give me headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway down to business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "fa94baf97f40618bd115a75488268831"; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/lmn.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  nuffnang_bid = "fa94baf97f40618bd115a75488268831"; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1238969005155798770-499994616694983333?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/499994616694983333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-about-nothing-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/499994616694983333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/499994616694983333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-about-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4716683796377902939</id><published>2009-08-24T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:28:10.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school holiday'/><title type='text'>School break it or make it</title><content type='html'>One week school break. And it's up to me to decide if I'm going to spend my time studyingggggg. Or if I'm going to, well I wouldn't say waste, use my time for going online and watching movies. As I did just now and am doing now. Heh. &amp;lt;3 Becoming Jane. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. For a reason, I didn't feel like studying the entire afternoon. And I didn't get a chance to revise anything on Saturday and Sunday, so I'm behind on my schedule ( I may take a picture of it and show you guys) aaaand now I'm even more behind! I have to work my butt off tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4716683796377902939?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4716683796377902939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-break-it-or-make-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4716683796377902939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4716683796377902939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-break-it-or-make-it.html' title='School break it or make it'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7577951168748934825</id><published>2009-08-16T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:28:45.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world badminton championships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyderabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysian team'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the finals! Yesterday in the semis our pair of men's doubles crashed out. Not totally destroyed though. It was terrible. I was practically screaming every 5 minutes because it was such a close match. But in the end Malaysia didn't make it. Reaaaaal close though. Kudos to the Zakry-Faisomething and Tan-Koo dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7577951168748934825?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7577951168748934825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-finals-yesterday-in-semis-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7577951168748934825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7577951168748934825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-finals-yesterday-in-semis-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3039731382330698043</id><published>2009-08-15T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:33:42.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world badminton championships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badminton'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;World Badminton Championships in India! A few days ago it was all *super good experienced player* *whacks shuttlecock* *SMASH* *new but has potential dude gets totally destroyed in two sets*&lt;br /&gt;Two malaysian players that I've been following, Wong Choong Hann and Lee Chong Wei both got kicked out the day before yesterday and yesterday. :( Little consolation though, I like that the commentator was all 'He's just sooooo nice' over and over again during Choong Hann's losing game. "He's just soooooooo nice, so he can't win" or something like that. hah. And after Chong Wei lost the commentator (who, while commenting on Chong Wei's games, kept calling him stuff like 'my pegasus', 'my boy!' and stuff. haha) and the other commentator was all 'He's SUCH a gentleman!' . Well I'm too lazy to explain why they said that now. You can ask me if you meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gbuy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3039731382330698043?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3039731382330698043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-badminton-championships-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3039731382330698043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3039731382330698043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-badminton-championships-in-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8132620683284095480</id><published>2009-07-08T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:29:31.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english for teaching mathematics and science policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsindex.php?id=423822" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hey. So they're changing Math and Science back to Malay. In 2012. Sure I'll be out of school just then but jfdkslfjsdksd. This still frustrates me. I'm gonna go all *activist* ( as my sis calls me) on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I know they've said so far is that Science and Math is going back to Malay, AND Chinese and Tamil schools will have Science and Math taught in Chinese and Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Based on this observation, he said, the government was convinced that science and mathematics must be taught in the language that could be easily understood by the students, namely Bahasa Malaysia in the national schools, Chinese in the national-type Chinese schools and Tamil in the national-type Tamil schools.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if the Malays get their Malay, the Chinese get their Chinese and Tamils schools get their Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering, what about English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez I can't believe those high up cabinet people didn't notice that. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Malaysian government, we're going backwards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be most affected. 6 years in English and his last two years shall be Malay. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and srsly. 11 years of Science in Malay and then Uni and Form 6 and College in English? Ridiculous. The least they could do is have English medium schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He said studies by local universities revealed that the level of improvement in the command of the English language by students was nominal, that is, not more than three per cent throughout the implementation of the teaching and learning of science and mathematics in English.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BECAUSE ONLY THE STUDENTS WHO STUDIED IN ENGLISH FOR LESS THAN 5 YEARS JUST ENTERED COLLEGE THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batch which started learning Science in English fully right from standard 1 is only in Form 1 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;But it's okay, I understand. Muhyddin is the Deputy Primc Minister AND the Education Minister. I guess his brain must've fried from all that work or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;-to be continued due to need of preparation for upcoming PMR trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8132620683284095480?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8132620683284095480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8132620683284095480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8132620683284095480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3964696914390324953</id><published>2009-07-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:04:55.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing testing ..... chicken rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3964696914390324953?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3964696914390324953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/07/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3964696914390324953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3964696914390324953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/07/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3600319370217335641</id><published>2009-06-22T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:29:54.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel services'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overpriced'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh. my mom just found out that it's not 57 ringgit for 24 hours. It's 57 ringgit for Internet connection for a day. snottttt, what a rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just found out that there is free wi-fi across the street, too.&lt;br /&gt;and some other free wireless we can use right here in the hotel room. for free. I am using it right now in fact. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;well I guess my dad has to fork out the money now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3600319370217335641?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3600319370217335641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3600319370217335641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3600319370217335641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6350641623803512296</id><published>2009-06-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in Kay Elle. In some kononnya 5-star hotel my foot. At first they gave us a room on the smoking floor and  the beds smelt terrible but we managed to change to some other room. And now we get a view of the Twin Towers. Yayy. Took like a billion pictures of it already. But we haven't had a chance to go near it yet. Will be going tomorrow. By monorail. because dad doesn't want to take his car out of the hotel parking lot. So we gosta walk. Exercise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day in except just now we went out for dinner across the street. Was going crazy being locked in the room with the rest of my family (no mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhhh and we thought the super fast internet was free until my suspected something amiss because according to her 'nothing is free' so she called up the front desk and found out that it costs 57 RINGGIT for 24 hours of internet.&lt;br /&gt;and we like uh-oh. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we have 18 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shall have limited or no internet access for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;till then, baii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6350641623803512296?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6350641623803512296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-in-kay-elle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6350641623803512296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6350641623803512296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-in-kay-elle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3842954726640594368</id><published>2009-06-13T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I signed up for this Nuffnang thing but I haven't really figured it out yet. My dad signed me up for Google Adsense last year or the year before that and well hahah I don't know how this is going to work out since my blog gets basically 0 or maybe 1 visit a day by a few people. (and I want to keep it to that f ew people part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just end up getting a ringgit a year. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel like I totally wasted my two week holiday. Especially today where I was having terrible pain in the morning but in the afternoon it was better but I still felt sick even though I wasn't really sick so I lay down in bed almost the whole day doing nothing. How lame am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3842954726640594368?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3842954726640594368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-signed-up-for-this-nuffnang-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3842954726640594368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3842954726640594368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-signed-up-for-this-nuffnang-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5095948801566961450</id><published>2009-06-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english for teaching mathematics and science policy'/><title type='text'>No way are we going back to BM, you hear?</title><content type='html'>So today I opened up the newspaper and as usual there were articles on the possible scrapping of the teaching of Math and Science in English, but then there was this one that I read about some Ulama group being against the teaching of Science and Math in English and also the recent making English a must pass for SPM. Then there was this quote, some ulama dude saying something along the lines of 'Of course this (making english a must pass for SPM or math and science being taught in english, I'm not sure) won't be a problem for those who are good in English. What about those who are weak in English?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so stupiddd.  It's like saying, okay sort of, ish, that ohhhhhh. There are people who are weak in History, so we should abolish that subject because it will be a problem for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. These people are so focused on '&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/28816-pas-calls-for-halt-to-teaching-in-english-"&gt;uplifting the national language&lt;/a&gt;' (like we don't have BM being forced down our throats in school already, like any school doesn't have BM being taught 4/5 days a week and like there aren't some other 6++  compulsory subjects being taught in BM already.)&lt;br /&gt;and NOT moving forward and staying in that little dream land of theirs where everyone speaks malay and everyone-is-okay-with-it world that they don't realise how narrow minded they're being and how, if the government follows what they say it will totally menjejaskan the progress of the country. aaaand resulting in more students like me who can't even remember the English word for menjejaskan partly because I've been forced to write too many mind numbing essays where I over used that word. heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the glossary at the bottom of the page and at the side of the pages in my Science revision and text books and see weird words like 'Tiub Falopio' and 'pundi'..... I cannot imagine how things would've been like if the ETeMS wasn't implemented in 2003. Yes I already had to wait till I was ten to have Science lessons in school and I had to endure it in Malay. (but it wasn't so bad since we weren't learning that much and not that deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh and I don't really see how being weak in English could stop people from learning Science in school. It's called LEARNING. Whether we learn in English or Malay we're still gonna be learning new scientific terms and names of stuff that we didn't know before. Fallopian tube and Tiub Falopio, there's not much difference (except the latter sounds weirder heh) if we're learning it the first time. Geez. And all the other words in between the science terms are merely simple English words that've learnt since... Form 1 or something. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, my Science teachers' spelling mistakes and wrong pronounciations and grammar mistakes annoy me a liiiiittle, but I'd rather have that than being taught in Malay. *shivers at thought of being taught Science now in Malay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and the reason I'm mentioning Science being taught in English more than Math is because Math is mostly numbers anyway lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like dude. Imagine learning Science for 11 years in malay and then when you enter college or uni or whatever everything is suddenly in English! What was once called a perintang is now called a ........ (sorry about my KH reference, it was the first thing that came to my mind) and what you used to call a ........... for what seems like forever is now called a .................&lt;br /&gt;and not just two words. like practically all the plants and cells and human body parts and organs and what not are called something different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavyeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also...... shhhhhhh! there were (and still none now) no glossaries in our text books translating the Malay words into English for us (unlike nowwww where there are glossaries and translations for English words into the Malay words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's more that I want to say but my brain isn't really functioning well at this hour of the day so I'll sign off. That was my worth less than 1 cent on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you God that I got the chance to learn math and science in english. So much easier to understand and love Math and especially Science now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and props to the government for not abolishing the policy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, this post took me wayyy longer to write than for you to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5095948801566961450?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5095948801566961450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-way-are-we-going-back-to-bm-you-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5095948801566961450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5095948801566961450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-way-are-we-going-back-to-bm-you-hear.html' title='No way are we going back to BM, you hear?'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6827634137561262234</id><published>2009-06-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Hey Brittany- Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving Forever The Sickest Kids a listen to myspace. I love them! Why didn't I listen to them earlier? I already loved that one song of theirs that was the radio last time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 1.30 pm :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm clock for 10 this morning. I must've woken up but went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But usually I wake up again after like an hour or so but I didn't this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in bed trying to get up when I heard my mom shout at me from downstairs to come down for lunch. And I was like 'oh that's early. 12? we usually have lunch at 2' then I got up and went to the bathroom then I saw that it was 1.45. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah well that was a really crappy and unnecessary post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6827634137561262234?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6827634137561262234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-hey-brittany-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6827634137561262234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6827634137561262234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-hey-brittany-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5112639498591545359</id><published>2009-06-04T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:32:22.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death and all his friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All winter we got carried&lt;br /&gt;away over the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;let's get maaaaaarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-death and all his friends, coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah for some reason I like shouting out the let's get married part. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5112639498591545359?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5112639498591545359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-winter-we-got-carried-away-over-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5112639498591545359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5112639498591545359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-winter-we-got-carried-away-over-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-694413799023226878</id><published>2009-05-31T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: coldplay&lt;br /&gt;feels like: having cookies and milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I have to try and make this holiday as productive as I can. And so, I'm going to finish all my work as fast as I can so that I can slack and do whatever I want for the rest of the holidays. Good idea, no? yes? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-694413799023226878?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/694413799023226878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/listening-to-coldplay-feels-like-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/694413799023226878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/694413799023226878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/listening-to-coldplay-feels-like-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2424967972204328753</id><published>2009-05-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konflik dan Stres</title><content type='html'>I hate making decisions. Choices. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the most indecisive person you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Cell group outing. Zoe's planning it. It's what I've been looking forward to the whole week. I never usually get to go out with friends. So this, yeah, I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. A portrait drawing competition at P. Ramlee's house for P. Ramlee rememberance day or something. Ms Chan picked me and some others to go for the thing. First prize is 150 ringgit in cash. It's not really the prize I want, though it IS pretty cool, eh, but I've never taken part in any art competition before.  Colouring or whatever. Because I'm terrible with colours. I can only draw. So HERE'S a competition were there is only drawing involved. And the teacher actually thinks I can win. I'm worried my lack of activity in outside competitions is going to affect my aplication to college or for a scholarship or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom was really awesome, being the only person who really tried to help me make a decision. Ah ily. But of course it all comes down to me, though usually how I solve these situations where I have to choose between two things is that I manipulate the situation so that I don't have a choice, or so that I don't have to choose and can have the best of both things, or I tembak saja. (but the tembak-ing doesn't really lead to a good choice, but at least I don't have to think about what I'm going to decide on anymore.) So tembak-ing is the usual way I go by, because even if I try, in most situations the first two ways can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Dilemma. I've been praying about it but I still don't know what to do. Though I'm leaning on going for the care group thingy, because it's the easier way out, and what I always do. Just do the one I'm most comfortable with and what I've done before. At the competition I'll be alone and it'll be the first time I ever do something like this so yes, I'm scared. Which is why my heart or my brain or whatever is telling me to go to the care group. But there's this part of me that really wants to try doing the competition. The new thing. Alas, I don't know what part of me is saying these two different things. So I can't really use the whole 'listen to your heart' thing since I don't know what my heart is saying. (btw that sounded so cheesy hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeahhhh. What I'm trying to say up there ^ is that when it comes to making a decision, I'll just go for the easier one. but not necessarily the right one. And it sucks that I do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why right now I feel like my head is about to rip in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that baad or serious of a situation. But this is me, hahah, going crazy over something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2424967972204328753?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2424967972204328753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/konflik-dan-stres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2424967972204328753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2424967972204328753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/konflik-dan-stres.html' title='Konflik dan Stres'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7620544165735382343</id><published>2009-05-27T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:31:46.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlieissocoollike'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I love this tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oePuDPEsROs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oePuDPEsROs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. the charlieissocoollike web video show thingy whatever this is. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that stuff about the high heels and earrings and hair cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do women wear high heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you get a better signal on your mobile phone is you stand on a chair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same principle, if women are higher up on their high heels then they can get a better brain wave signal!' -Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7620544165735382343?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7620544165735382343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sorry-but-i-love-this-tooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7620544165735382343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7620544165735382343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sorry-but-i-love-this-tooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-628857451642874028</id><published>2009-05-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't watched a charlieiissocoollike video in FOREVER! I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lol at the end. 'Don't ever dance again, you fool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuJsU1C6FCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuJsU1C6FCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-628857451642874028?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/628857451642874028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-watched-charlieiissocoollike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/628857451642874028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/628857451642874028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-watched-charlieiissocoollike.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2359512299150482956</id><published>2009-05-26T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These exam results are probably my worst. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just barely on the mark for an 'A'. I'm getting a lot of 75s...... this is bad. Especially compared to my last exam. I guess I really deserve this, with my last minute studying and all. But for some subjects where I really really really studied, I made stupid and careless mistakes. Ah boy. I'll do better next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2359512299150482956?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2359512299150482956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-exam-results-are-probably-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2359512299150482956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2359512299150482956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-exam-results-are-probably-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-638898217074250355</id><published>2009-05-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post. gosh. I didn't know I posted that many. it's not THAT many but, dude, it's got like, 3 digits. bwahahh. okay, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So todayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritam wasn't as annoying as usual. Hmm. Maybe it was because today she'd finally get to have her lessons back. Because 0800 to 0900 was the last paper for us Form 3s. BM. I told myself, ehhh, no worries, I've got the whole weekend to study for a one hour paper..., so it comes down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour of reading my precious BM Longman revision book until 10 pm when I feeling incredibly sleeping, so I thought I'd take a much needed break, but of course I slept right through till the morning. Even though I set my alarm (which always fails to wake me up) for 11 pm. Ahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways. Found out later that I only got 7 wrong for that paper. TCHYEAHHHH. New personal best. Highest that I ever got was last year, 32/40. Ahah. My dad's all 'It's THAT hard?!'. Ask me and I'd say yes. Ask my friends and you'll get a different answer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. After the BM exam, I got back my Science paper. Well, I got what I studied for. A loww 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and I got into a debate again about Adam and Kris. hahahh. We will never have peace with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pn Azlina came into our class to talk to the Agama teacher earlier in the day. So we asked her if we were gonna have to do our Oral today, and she said yes. So for the rest of the day we were memorizing our Oral scripts like crazy, and then when the two BM periods come, she doesn't show up. Maaaan. Now I gotta start memorizing again for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Farm didn't show up for Chinese either. Yay no mandarin oral yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reach home at 3.15, eat lunch yada yada, then me and mayo started watching this movie called 'Dan In Real Life'. It had Steve Carell in it (his HAIR looks like dad's hair. srsly. so from the back if you don't see Steve Carell's larger than my dad's nose, you'd totally think it's my dad.) and it was funny, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here. Typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I have those moments where I'm all 'I'm gonna blog about this when I get home' but never end up doing it because the urge to do it has kinda.... dimmed. Like how I wanted to blog about stuff that we discussed in Sunday School, since I don't really say all that I want to say, and sometimes things pop into my head after the lesson so I don't get a chance to say it, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just remembered. *goes to watch david archuleta's vlog.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-638898217074250355?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/638898217074250355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/638898217074250355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/638898217074250355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1992948260239293357</id><published>2009-05-23T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:55:56.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo this post is about American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah some people are saying the AI fever is 'over'. Not for me it isn't. Because I only just watched the results show earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really really do not like the song 'So What'. Especially at the end of the top 13 performance of that Pink song, when they all shouted 'I WANNA START A FIGHT' or something along those lines I seriously wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. David Archuleta wasn't there. awhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love David Cook. And that new song. The beginning part of the song I was shushing my sister because she was going on about how all the David Cook songs sound the same yada yada, and she started saying all this after hearing David sing like TWO WORDS. She changed her mind at the end though. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kris Allen. [This doesn't really have to do with the result show but today when Adam C on hitz.fm said something along the lines of 'I don't think Kris Allen deserved to win. They say he won based on his looks, now I don't think that's a very good reason for winning, do you?'&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Mad. Was. I. Adam Lambert probably has just as many fangirls as Kris. And duuuuude deejays shouldn't be so bias. Because they may get calls from people who tend to overeact like me calling him and setting him straight on facts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. it's real late. i'll continue this completely unnecessary post in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, worth mentioning, it was Joanna's birthday yesterday!!! and Bing Hwang's birthday the day before! And Mr. Jeveraj's birthday on the same day as Bing Hwang's. whoah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-1992948260239293357?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1992948260239293357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooo-this-post-is-about-american-idol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1992948260239293357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1992948260239293357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooo-this-post-is-about-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-2122797272965354876</id><published>2009-05-12T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:33:17.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello hurricane'/><title type='text'>Hello Hurricane</title><content type='html'>Hello hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;you're not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Hello hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Rawkerdood for uploading the recording of the Hello Hurricane preview! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org/"&gt;LOBH the awesome-est site ever&lt;/a&gt; to download it. It's INCREDIBLE. I already called up Rehanna and Natalie and played it to them through the phone. Hah. It's so catchy, and even though I told myself that I'd just listen to it once and wait till it's officially released, but noooo, I think I listened to it like 10 times already. Though I'm trying not to listen to it anymore. lol. Ah. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this&lt;br /&gt;http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=197111722&amp;amp;blogId=488416636&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally remember in Form 1 there was this 'Dapur untuk Dafur' thing where you donate money and you get some t-shirt with Mawi's face on it. uhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-2122797272965354876?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/2122797272965354876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hurricane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2122797272965354876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/2122797272965354876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hurricane.html' title='Hello Hurricane'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1429858613041790834</id><published>2009-05-05T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRPbyX2ECe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRPbyX2ECe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:41 "cause last year I was like *uhh, I don't wanna say any of my dumb ideas..* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:26 "I've gone with the whole twitter wave now *makes wave movement with hand*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:40 "I know it doesn't make sense a lot of the time, but you know I always say I... *pause* *lowers voice* never make sense but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:49 "but uh..... YEAAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:58 "so um.... WAIT! .. yeah. bye. :D"&lt;br /&gt;( you don't know how many times I have those moments. hahah. I think my friends are annoyed because I do it so much. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but how can you not love him?! haha. well i yeah i know most of you don't. love him i mean. haha. whatever. ignore me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a loveable dork. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I knew him on a personal basis, he'd be one of my best friends. HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*remembers boards* NOO when I say dork I DON'T mean 'vulgar'. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-1429858613041790834?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1429858613041790834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/141-cause-last-year-i-was-like-uhh-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1429858613041790834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1429858613041790834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/141-cause-last-year-i-was-like-uhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6908049185128962981</id><published>2009-05-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lil bro is still sad about what happened. :/ Pray that he'll be able to move on, or by God's grace, have it given back to him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Getting friend requests on facebook that I'm not so sure about approving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Sunday would come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding self not to fantasize or day dream about people because it gets in the way with who the person really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6908049185128962981?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6908049185128962981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lil-bro-is-still-sad-about-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6908049185128962981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6908049185128962981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lil-bro-is-still-sad-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9016708021635640169</id><published>2009-05-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dgahh. I've got my mid years in two weeks and I haven't started studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear XYZ,&lt;br /&gt;You're confusing and infuriating me and you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;-AL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-9016708021635640169?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9016708021635640169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/dgahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9016708021635640169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9016708021635640169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/dgahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4060159239751322336</id><published>2009-05-01T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:32:55.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello hurricane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet'/><title type='text'>Yet- Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't feel like listening to ANYTHING other than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no jono speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkdpFfIpTdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkdpFfIpTdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jono speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQA33pEW1nM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQA33pEW1nM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a take on the lyrics from &lt;a href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org/" style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;LOBH the awesome-est Switchfoot Fansite ever.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet- Switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All attempts have failed&lt;br /&gt;All my heads are tails&lt;br /&gt;She's got teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've got reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;What's true or false?&lt;br /&gt;What's fact or fiction after all?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm apparition's pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll run until my heart breaks in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Dream with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares haunt my days&lt;br /&gt;Visions blur my nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing ground and gaining speed&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself or most of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed for the final precipice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo, ooooo, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break your heart is it love?&lt;br /&gt;No, if it doesn't break your heart it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's when you're breaking down with your insides coming out&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find out what your heart is made up of&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4060159239751322336?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4060159239751322336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-switchfoot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4060159239751322336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4060159239751322336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-switchfoot.html' title='Yet- Switchfoot'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-1598436322563241099</id><published>2009-04-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jonathan aka emohh boy tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Then, put an 'x' next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teen/ Romance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Another Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) High School Musical 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() High School Musical 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Hannah Montana Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Sydney White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) She's the Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Licensed to Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Break-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) 13 going on 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() 27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() P.S I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Made of Honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) What Happens in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Princess Brides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Camp Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ella Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) 50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Hotel For Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Sleepover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (I thought the name looked familiar, then I remembered. that movie with alexa vega or something in it. with that guy from yours, mine and ours.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Nancy Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() No Reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Perfect Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comedy/Humour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Haunted Mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Night in the Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Night in the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Evan Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Bruce Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Never ending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Meet the Spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Meet the Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (mehhh, I hate all those parody movies. they're not funny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Adventures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2: The Chamber's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Mummy 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mummy 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Journey to the Center of Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) City of Ember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Finding Never land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) X-Men 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) X-Men 3 Origins Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider Man 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  )Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Action/ Thriller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x)Terminator 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Terminator 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Casino Royale 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bourne Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bourne Supremecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Underworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Resident Evil 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) I, Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Mission Impossible 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Mission Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) I Am Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Predator I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Horror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Grinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Seed of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Siren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Son Of The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() House Of Wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't like horror movies either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Eye 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) When the Stranger calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cartoons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Madagascar 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ( I WANT to see this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Monsters Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shark Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Toy Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Inspirational:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() I Am Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Last Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Conrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Rwanda Genocide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Classics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and the total is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;88.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've watched way more. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-1598436322563241099?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/1598436322563241099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonathan-aka-emohh-boy-tagged-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1598436322563241099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/1598436322563241099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonathan-aka-emohh-boy-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9196027872824117886</id><published>2009-04-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s1600-h/babysftee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s320/babysftee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329761980478814226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Switchfoot T-shirt with that same print on it. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AILYN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-9196027872824117886?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9196027872824117886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-adorable-is-that-i-have-switchfoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9196027872824117886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9196027872824117886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-adorable-is-that-i-have-switchfoot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s72-c/babysftee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-603580460809396150</id><published>2009-04-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics of vice verses</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wonderful Jeanna posted the lyrics of VV that Jon sent her on the boards.&lt;br /&gt;This song deserves a re-post. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICE VERSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the high tide line&lt;br /&gt;Watching the pacific from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to live together?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for more than just guidelines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for signs in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind could be my new obsession&lt;br /&gt;The wind could be my new depression&lt;br /&gt;The wind goes anywhere it wants to&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean sounds like a garage band&lt;br /&gt;Coming at me like a drunk man&lt;br /&gt;The ocean tells me a thousand stories&lt;br /&gt;None of them are lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pacific laugh&lt;br /&gt;Be on my epitaph&lt;br /&gt;With it's rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;And after all, it's just water&lt;br /&gt;And I am just soul&lt;br /&gt;With a body of water and bones&lt;br /&gt;Water and bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the night sky?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the city light?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the genocide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you in my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels rusted over&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-603580460809396150?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/603580460809396150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/lyrics-of-vice-verses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/603580460809396150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/603580460809396150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/lyrics-of-vice-verses.html' title='lyrics of vice verses'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-5041322187555906356</id><published>2009-04-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeahhhh. I forgot to mention. My little brother is terribly sick and feverish. I touched his cheek and it was like a million degrees. Not that much, but it was wayyy hot, I'd even say the hottest fever I've ever felt. And he threw up his dinner after drinking water..... isn't water supposed to help the food go down?! mehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something is wrong with Tee Ming when he's not talking or complaining about how much money someone has spent. :P :/ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-5041322187555906356?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/5041322187555906356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5041322187555906356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/5041322187555906356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8994453857427191419</id><published>2009-04-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog visitor counter reached 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, 900 and more of the blog visits are by me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is what I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clicks new post*&lt;br /&gt;*types post*&lt;br /&gt;*clicks publish post*&lt;br /&gt;*view blog*&lt;br /&gt;*clicks new post again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8994453857427191419?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8994453857427191419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-visitor-counter-reached-1000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8994453857427191419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8994453857427191419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-visitor-counter-reached-1000.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7294843087533125751</id><published>2009-04-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowurr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/3458454903/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3458454903_b368d1d1d6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/3458454903/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ailync/"&gt;chewailyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a picture for ya.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-7294843087533125751?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7294843087533125751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowurr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7294843087533125751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7294843087533125751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowurr.html' title='Flowurr'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3458454903_b368d1d1d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-6684865880385099085</id><published>2009-04-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Your love has rearranged my heart.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forever and A Day by Sanctus Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my MP3's screwed, together with all the 4 or 5GB worth of songs in there.  :/ So after after being deprived of my mp3 format songs, and only listening to the original CDs on my rack, I remembered that I have some CDs that I burned with most, not all, of the songs that were in my mp3. Of course the songs that I just added to my mp3 within the period of the last 5 or so months were not on these CDs, but oh well. The songs I'm listening to now are just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I Love You- Sanctus Real*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I need to have at least ONE picture in each of my blog posts from now on, to brighten things up a lil. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Por por called. So I went downstairs to give mom the phone. Saw a jar of jelly beans. Took one. Put it in my mouth. Saw a tupperware of pasta that my mom had abandoned temporarily while on the phone, ate a spoonful of it while the jelly bean was still in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forkknifespoon.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pasta-bolognese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://forkknifespoon.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pasta-bolognese1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   +    [insert picture of tasty lookin yellow jelly bean here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh. I have that habit of not finishing the food in my mouth before putting more food in. So there's your 'thing I did not know about Ai Lyn' thing for today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AILYN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-6684865880385099085?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/6684865880385099085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-love-has-rearranged-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6684865880385099085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/6684865880385099085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-love-has-rearranged-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-600733132053582152</id><published>2009-04-22T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need my journal back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-600733132053582152?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/600733132053582152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-my-journal-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/600733132053582152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/600733132053582152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-my-journal-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-7298780802069891175</id><published>2009-04-21T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:47:33.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're gonna have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day- The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. I'm going through all the old songs that I haven't listened to in forever.&lt;br /&gt;I like this song, I used to listen to it over and over again because it was so catchy. I sang along to it a billion times, but I never took the time to look at the lyrics and try to make sense of it. To make it mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. I'm not sure what those words mean to me. I think I get the general message/feeling it's trying to convey, but it doesn't fully make sense to me. Ah well. I'll just leave it, and go and have a good day (of pure confusion). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I listened to all (well the ones on this computer anyway) the old Jonas Brothers songs I used to listen to. No, not that Burnin' Up crap. Songs like You Just Don't Know It and Time For Me To Fly ( :o When I tried typing 'time' the first time, it came out as 'Tim'. and then when I typed 'for' I typed Fore instead. LOL. Heh. You'd get this is you know SF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I love these songs. *wub*&lt;br /&gt;Why did I suddenly decide to listen to all these old songs that I had abandoned for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my MP3 player has been spoiled for like a few weeks now, and my radio has been taken to May Lyn's room since last month and I don't have a radio in my room anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still get my songs from my MP3 player, because I don't have a back up of some of the songs in there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like listening to: the rocket summer&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/1238969005155798770-7298780802069891175?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/7298780802069891175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7298780802069891175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/7298780802069891175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-3758931431146288069</id><published>2009-04-20T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:34:05.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; All the more for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Words fall through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And always fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And games that never amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; To more than they're meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Will play themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll make it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Moods that take me and erase me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; You have suffered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; And warred with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time that you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen sang this song for last week's American Idol and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoSL_qayMCc&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Here the original version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. They're showing the movie 'Once' on Star Movies tomorrow night. (which is the movie the song is from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;All the more for that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-3758931431146288069?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/3758931431146288069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-what-i-been-trying-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3758931431146288069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/3758931431146288069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-what-i-been-trying-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9115247070374648848</id><published>2009-04-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=78654417273&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=2ca747c8344a5096e00608823af9be19&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiz.viralreactor.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fa%2F4%2F3%2Fe%2Fa43eabc18d0425d95d27c2da0aebbe6b.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai just took the  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=78654417273&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=15a7f2c49e44ebce4f4725a4d5928ed6&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::717014148:1:78654417273:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240154947:94ab9e56b00f2b1b03ff754813cabbf7&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;The First Letter Of Your Lover...&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: J, S, Z, Y, U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was bored enough to take this ridiculous quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW it's so STUPID and that your answers to the quesions have absolutely no relation to who 'your lover' is but you still take the quiz. Bahahahah. But yes, I was bored, and the link was right in front of me. Though, why I'm archiving the results on my blog, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little amused by it, that's 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/1238969005155798770-9115247070374648848?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9115247070374648848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-just-took-the-first-letter-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9115247070374648848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9115247070374648848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-just-took-the-first-letter-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4953210674195145201</id><published>2009-04-19T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:42:03.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powershot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fell down the stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sx1 IS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AH'/><title type='text'>OH MY CAMERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;listening to: Oh! Gravity- Switchfoot, album: The Best Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unbelievable thing just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new incredibly expensive camera that cost a lot of my parents' hard earned money...&lt;br /&gt;FELL DOWN THE STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it didn't just drop on one step, it had to BOUNCE ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRCASE ALL THE WAY DOWN STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it bounced, but don't imagine the whole 'toink toink' bouncing sound. Because everytime it hit a step (I think it bounced at least 3 times) it went 'THUD. THUD.' like really loud. really really really loud (because this camera is REALLY bulky and heavy). I thought I was SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...... no way the camera is okay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally FROZE as I was at the top of the staircase watching my camera bounce down the stairs. And then when it finally stopped crashing/bouncing, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that what had just happened did NOT just happen. And that when I opened my eyes I would have gone back like 5 minutes to the past and the camera would not have just crashed down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course when I opened my eyes, the camera was still lying there, at the bottom of the staircase. (the camera even managed to knock down this  big fake plastic stand of flowers on its way down the stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this was entirely my fault. I put the camera in my bag and I didn't zip the bag up properly. And the zip sort of unzipped and I noticed that the camera was about to fall out so I was about to reach for the camera when... IT HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yelling for my dad, and Tee Ming came out of the room to see what happened, I checked the camera expecting the worst (but hoping that it was okay, even though it seemed impossible) and well the first thing I saw was the the battery cover was displaced, so I pushed it back into place. Not broken, or anything. I checked the rest of the camera and there WASN'T A SINGLE SCRATCH. The lens looked PERFECTLY FINE (even though the lens cover came off when the camera first bounced). I say looked, because I'm scared there might be some internal thing that is spoiled. Anyway, everything looks FINE. Again, I'm terrible scared that something inside the camera might be spoiled, but till now nothing seems to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the power on and the camera could still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can seriously vow and swear that this (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canon Powershot SX 1 IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;) is the TOUGHEST camera you will ever find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4953210674195145201?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4953210674195145201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4953210674195145201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4953210674195145201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-camera.html' title='OH MY CAMERA'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-795335256992945439</id><published>2009-04-18T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:19:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY (yet another long rambling.... with some personality test results analysis)</title><content type='html'>Today.... let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10 am something. Thank you Mr. Alarm Clock which is usually not loud enough to wake me up on week day mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a pancake. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;Drank milk. ( I wonder if drinking milk is the reason I'm sleepy in the mornings. Because Miss Ho (My violin teacher), or as what I've recently taken the liking to calling her, Mis Sho ( but I believe she threatened to strangle me if I ever call her that again (oh how I love how many brackets I have within this bracket), says that milk makes its drinker sleepy. I think I read that in Reader's Digest too. (but Reader's Digest is crap nowadays. And RD is also the reason why my sister believes that:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping can help you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating... um I can't remember what it was, but whatever it was, if you eat it, you'll lose weight too. Whatever it is, it's pretty ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, back to the milk thing, I asked my mom if drinking milk makes someone sleepy and she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know whether drinking milk makes people sleepy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if milk is the reason why I'm so sleepy in the mornings after drinking milk, then heck with it. NOTHING WILL TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY FRESH MILK. Even if it's the lousy Malaysian milk. I even drink milk for lunch and dinner when my friends don't drink milk at all. But I'M the one who ends up with bone aches. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plopped myself on the sofa and watched TV for a REALLY LONG TIME. Which I shouldn't have done. Because I have mid year exams in 4 weeks. And a GEO kerja kursus which is due next monday, but I haven't even touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Kid's Choice Awards. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Which yes, was shown in the US like a month or two ago I think, and premiered in Asia on Sunday earlier this week. So I'm watching it really late. But whatever. It was so coooooool. I think I still have a right to like the KCA, being 14 and all. I'll have that right forever actually, so when I'm 18 and watching the Kid's Choice Awards, don't mock me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I noticed about this year's Kid's Choice Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dwayne Johnson, the host. I believe he was shirtless 70% of the time he was on stage. Bleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How everybody on stage keep saying 'the kids' or 'you kids'. hahahah. Even though some of them themselves are still kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. David Archuleta. *wub* I know, it's sick how fangirlish I am of him. But please let me swoon here, it's my blog afterall. :P&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, he was sitting in between both his parents (cue 'aww') and when they announced AI as the winner for Best Reality Show or something he was all 'Should I go up?' (2nd cue for 'awww'.) and then, I think his hands were really sweaty or something so when he went up on stage to get the blimp, with Paula Abdul, he was shaking hands with the presenters of the awards and everything, and he was shaking (okay... I don't know how to say it. Like when your hands are wet you'll sort of wave it, no wait wrong word, uhhh, shake it?.... to get your hands to dry) his hands and he was all 'Sorry, my hands are all sweaty!' to the big buff dude, John Cena. And he was wiping his hands on his shirt (when I typed that out, it actually sounds disgusting... I don't know, it's just really funny and david-ish how he was doing that on stage and all) and the John dude was all 'hahaha, it's okay'. (aww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I put in a lot of unnecessary 'aww's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. he was being the awkward funny humble and not-celebrityish person that we all love so much. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just wrote an entire paragraph on David Archuleta. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Jonas Brothers are like the opposite of David. Except Kevin o course. Nick and Joe are so.... diva-ish. Or maybe they're just really nervous about speaking in front of such a loud crowd and so they were trying to sound professional and all in their thank you speech. Awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I loved the animated cartoon burping thingy. LOL. I don't find burping funny or anything, it was the other quips during the burping contest that I found funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like that they now (or did they have it before?) have a Favourite Book category. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching KCA, I watched Look Who's Talking. That was cool. The baby's were cute. But Julie in Look Who's Talking Too takes the cake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I need to stop blogging about stupid materialistic but fun stuff. (but that doesn't mean I'll actually stop forever. hahah. I just meant that I have to stop now, because I have to go to bed now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goose Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Oh wait, after I published this I noticed that I completely blew on the whole analysis of my personality test results, which I have been meaning to do for a long time, so yeah. heh. maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-795335256992945439?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/795335256992945439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-yet-another-long-rambling-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/795335256992945439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/795335256992945439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-yet-another-long-rambling-with.html' title='TODAY (yet another long rambling.... with some personality test results analysis)'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-757124150715573340</id><published>2009-04-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would prefer posting my 'status updates' over here than on facebook. Because over here I can make my statements as long as I want. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for 2 HOURS of BM tuition in about 1 and a half hours. :( I really can't handle BM, I mean I'm thankful that I know enough BM to be able to speak with my malay friends, but srsly, all these karangans and karangans and karangans. I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-757124150715573340?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/757124150715573340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-prefer-posting-my-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/757124150715573340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/757124150715573340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-prefer-posting-my-status.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4991167559663597846</id><published>2009-04-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change gonna come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've made some changes to my blog's layout and appearance. Yes. What once was on the left is now on the right and what was once on the right is not on the left. Why? I figured that... well it's hard to explain really..&lt;br /&gt;that if the start of all my sentences (in my blog posts) were in the middle, it would be easier to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the background colour of my blog has changed. Didn't you notice? It's now a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;LIGHTER black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hahah. And my text colour is also a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;DARKER white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I'm not joking, I'm just probably using wrong colour terms, that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also resoluting to make a more suitable banner to use as my header. The Paint Shop Pro window has been open for about an hour now with an empty canvas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yes, I realise that I used a song title with a real deep meaning to it as the title of this small trivial post. heheh. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4991167559663597846?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4991167559663597846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-gonna-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4991167559663597846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4991167559663597846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-gonna-come.html' title='Change gonna come...'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-8128684252674512838</id><published>2009-04-16T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:35:31.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I've got a blocked nose. Heh. Vicks helped for a while and then my nose got all stuffy again. Mehhh. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on time, &lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;JUST on time to school&lt;/span&gt; again as usual. Heh. And dad's new found short cut [or rather long cut, because it's really a longer route just that it takes less time to go to school that way because it has less traffic lights than our usual route which has  like a billion and one traffic lights mostly for pedestrians, but whatever]. And, yeah, we reached school at 7:35 I think. Which is when the bell should've rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was PJ (Pendidikan Jasmani/ Physical Education)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;WHYYY do we have to write and sing a poem/tuneless song for PJ&lt;/span&gt;? Is it PHYSICAL in any way at all? Nope. I think my group got 1 out of 10 or something for our presentation of our poem. Because Pritam didn't like it at all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;two glorious periods of Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't really have a proper lesson today because Pn. Farm and the other chinese girls were looking for a Chinese song for our class to sing for the Chinese Singing Competition for Minggu Bahasa next week. So while I was doing my math tuition homework, I was treated to the sounds of Cantopop-ish sounding music. I believe I even heard a chinese rendition of some ol mambo song and also High School Musical's Bet On It. HAH. And then there was this cool one, which was all soft and sad and apparently, according to my teacher, was saying something along the lines of 'when I see your face again after 1000 years' or something like that. Hahah. But the rest of the class thought it was too sad and slow for us to sing so, oh well. I'm not sure what they ended up deciding on though, so yes, I believe this Chinese Singing Competition thingy will be the first time I'm actually getting up on stage in school and singing. Hah. This is going to be rich. And I can't believe I actually VOLUNTEERED for it. I mean, if you know me, you know that I NEVER [the term here being used a bit loosely] EVER like or willingly sing in front of a crowd or anything. I don't join my friends when they're presenting a song for Easter, I have not performed in a choir since that time, you know a really long time ago when our church had this Christmas Choir and they needed some kids to sing a few lines for this one song, and I remember going all the way to &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Taiping to sing with the choir&lt;/span&gt;, but that was totally cool, because they gave us these cool glow sticks to hold and we kids had SO much fun playing together after we had rehearsed or performed that small little part we sang in that ONE song, so YES, that was incredibly fun, and I will never forget that night after we sang in Taiping when we went INSANE with the glow sticks.... and um, slippers? if I remember correctly. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I can get so sidetracked sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yes. So I'm sort of kind of okay with this whole &lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;Chinese singing thing because I'm going to be singing with like 20++  of my classmates. So it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So after Chinese was &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. And Asmimi ( Oh how I love that we students call our teachers by their not-so-formal names when they can't hear us. Of course there was that one time when a teacher came into our class and asked who was the teacher who entered our class before her and so I blurted out 'Kamalambal' without thinking. Heeeeeehhhh. ) gave us a little too much time to do some grammar exercises from a workbook. And I also found out that the Spelling Bee she'd been telling us to sign up for was actually only for the Form 4s, and also that the Spelling Bee was over already. Hah. And she was all 'I can't believe we lost in SPELLING' (she's saying this in reference to the fact that our school lost in the spelling bee to another school) when she can't spell ecstatic, and writes off the word 'burly' as an adverb because it has a '-ly' at the back. Seriously. I understand no one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. But she refuses to admit that she has made a mistake. It stinks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after English was our extremely short 20 minute break, and after that was Math. Math was great as usual. &lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Mr. Ooi is THE BOMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for when he makes my friends repeat 300 times the correction for their math mistake. ( Though I know it's for our own good. Because he's taught to NOT do something but we end up carelessly making that same stupid mistake. And this way maybe we'll actually remember not to make the same mistake) It is kind of funny. But sad too. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After English was KH, and I had to find Pn Suriyati (as newly elected assistant monitor, heh, though I had to do the monitor's duties today on my first day of being the assistant. heh. The monitor was absent today. O.o I keep forgetting that I am, but good thing I have Gartinne to keep reminding me ;)  )  as usual, because she never seems to remember when she has classes, and as usual she was in the canteen, chatting with her colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after KH was IT. I couldn't present my slides because the rest of my group was absent. So I spent some time browsing the LaSalle College of Arts website and looked at all the admission requirement and also found out that application fees can be SO EXPENSIVE (srsly, 125 singaporean dollars?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to the car, with a 10 kg load on my shoulders, to find out that my little brother complaining about being famished. Hah. He totally wanted to go into my school to buy some snacks, but then he ran the WRONG WAY, as in he'd only have to run like 10 metres to the right to reach the school entrance, but nooooooo, &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;he ran for like 50 metres to the left and only after reaching the end of that path did he realise that he'd been running the wrong way the whole time.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. And so he had to run all the way back to the car, and by then he was too tired to run into the school to buy himself a snack. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty. Aaaack. Oh look! A bottle of water! *drinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love how my blog posts never have a main idea that would make it easier for whoever reads this to be focused on. Hehhhhh. Gosh, I have the most unreadable blog EVER. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Nat's semi-final Georgian Idol performance was today, but I couldn't stay back to watch her. :( I hope she did well. I even saw her when I was rushing to go home but I wasn't expecting to see her so I was going to say 'hi' and then I saw a guitar on her back and I was like ':o' 'what's that doing there?' and then I realised it was for her performance and I was like 'ohhh' but by then she'd already walked past me so, heh, &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;sorry, Nat, for the lack of friendliness&lt;/span&gt;. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, something I should've mention like at the beginning of this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KONG KONG/KUNG KUNG/GONG GONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's his 73rd birthday! Go Kung Kung! HAIII if you ever get a computer with Internet access and find out my blog address and actually see this post dedicated to youuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I loved what you said about being thankful when you wake up every morning and see the 'whaat ah, uh, the SUN'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love you, Kung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and thus I shall end this extremely long and unreadable blog post. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-8128684252674512838?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/8128684252674512838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8128684252674512838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/8128684252674512838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-4268712895730482541</id><published>2009-04-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;duuuude. I need to get my life straightened out because recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I have too many unfinished [most of them HALF finished] homework that are WAYYYY overdue. and for some reason I can't get myself to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I skipped karate on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I skipped school today because I have a sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- THAT, resulting in me losing I think 5 MARKS for Moral mid year marks because I didn't get to do my presentation due to my absence [ my sick letter is totally legit and true, btw, but of course I don't think the teacher is going to believe it due to all the other bogus sick letters out there ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- PMR trials are in... 3 months? and I still haven't been following a revision schedule and so I think I am incredibly behind in my revision for 7 subjects, each 3 years worth of facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- My addiction to teenage novels is getting pretty unhealthy. Because I've been reading instead of doing my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- my wanting to sleep all the time... and then not sleep when I'm supposed to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- and most importantly, my lack of discipline causing me to have not read the Bible and doing my quiet time in the past few days. I'm terrible. Terrible, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this sore throat is killing me. and I have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-4268712895730482541?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/4268712895730482541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/duuuude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4268712895730482541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/4268712895730482541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/duuuude.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238969005155798770.post-9085977254047395049</id><published>2009-04-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:31:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vice Verses- Jon Foreman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1238969005155798770-9085977254047395049?l=ailynness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/feeds/9085977254047395049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/vice-verses-jon-foreman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9085977254047395049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238969005155798770/posts/default/9085977254047395049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailynness.blogspot.com/2009/04/vice-verses-jon-foreman.html' title='Vice Verses- Jon Foreman'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312064525054280265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
