<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498</id><updated>2012-02-18T02:53:47.646+08:00</updated><category term='The Naive One'/><category term='Interests'/><category term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><category term='Laughing Matters'/><category term='Ramblings of a Gamer'/><category term='Life Goes On'/><category term='On the Wall'/><category term='Surface'/><category term='Little Details'/><category term='Book with Pages'/><category term='The Girl Next Door'/><category term='School Drama'/><category term='Grinning Little Me'/><title type='text'>The Café D’Amour</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my café. Coffee, anyone?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6852837191725753955</id><published>2010-11-04T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:06:04.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>;) It's good to be back...I think?</title><content type='html'>Wow... Seriously, how LONG has it been since I last updated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not gonna answer that but nonetheless, I'M HERE TO RANT! MUAHAHAHAHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of the day: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come and Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been observing all my dear friends at SMKBU and the frightening truth has dawned upon me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a lot of my friends (and various people) are leaving SMKBU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a terrible liar if I said the news doesn't make me feel sad. It &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make me feel horribly sad to the extent I might start crying if I kept talking about it. It's not the only thing that's making me feel sad. Ever since I first saw people walking out through the gates of SMKBU and never returning, it makes me feel as though I'm stuck somewhere in the cement of SMKBU. Yes, I admit I really, really love SMKBU. But sadly, it's been pummeling down the drain lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly tired of seeing teachers limiting our choices and achievements. I'm freaking tired to see people not tiring hard enough. I'm extremely tired to see people giving up on things just because its too hard to be fulfilled. I'm seriously tired of seeing people with undiscovered talent not knowing their full potential. It just feels so sad to see those things happening &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right under my nose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all of these things are actually happening at SMKBU . . . and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the damage inflicted has run in too deep until it almost seems unrepairable. The only solution to it is either we get a promising Pengetua (someone like dear old Puan Chan, the most loved Pengetua in the history of SMKBU) or . . . (gulps) I transfer myself out to another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would be a terrible liar if I said I have never considered of transferring out of SMKBU. Why not? A few number of my friends has done so and they never turned back. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been considering to transfer out of SMKBU. To which school, I'm not certain, but nonetheless I felt like the right thing to do was to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leave.&lt;/span&gt; But how could I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, 'why the hell do I want to transfer myself into a totally new school where I absolutely know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; when I'm currently at a school with all my lovely friends and teachers?' Transferring out of SMKBU feels like you're moving out of your old home. (Trust me, I know how it feels) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;irrevocably and undeniably&lt;/span&gt; love SMKBU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel my choices are limited. I've always thought cheerleading was something interesting to do. Unfortunately, we have no cheerleading squad in SMKBU. I also thought basketball could've been awesome. Sadly, the basketball team is almost extinct in SMKBU. I have found a number of neighboring schools that seems to offer promising choices for me to find my full potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always a risk to pay. I'll be the new girl and honestly, I hate the idea of it. I've never been a 'new girl' in my entire life. Kindergarten hardly counts because everyone was a friend when you were younger. Elementary school was slightly different but still, it's particularly the same as kindergarten. Secondary school was no different. I still see some familiar faces and I've never felt alone all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're a new student, it's kinda scary because you know no one yet people are looking at you under a microscope as if you're their new Biology experiment. Besides, whenever I'm anxious, I tend to be frightened and scared. So you can imagine the damage I could do if I tried to introduce myself to new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my main question: 'should I transfer out of SMKBU or not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would terribly miss all my friends at SMKBU and hopefully, they'll miss me as well. But I've got to make sacrifices for my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god, why is everything so darn complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The clock of Life ticks endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too fast or too slow but you never now,&lt;br /&gt;Moments pass by like a passing shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just want everything to stop.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Her Own Head-&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6852837191725753955?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6852837191725753955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6852837191725753955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6852837191725753955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6852837191725753955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-good-to-be-backi-think.html' title=';) It&apos;s good to be back...I think?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7519677375758108736</id><published>2009-11-29T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:53:37.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Plans</title><content type='html'>Ah, saje nak blog so that my blog doesn't seem &lt;strong&gt;DEAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming holiday, I thought I was planning to do some job hunting at any art company who is well, willing me to pay for my art or something. My dear friend Zainab helped applying my work to a certain company whose CEO is running some kind of Chinese art department (I don't really remember. I think his work was something related to comics) Since last September, I still haven't received a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insya-Allah,&lt;/em&gt; I really hope they call me soon! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I was planning to spend time with my friends. Last Friday, I was planning to go and watch New Moon!! AHHH!! But kesian, I had to &lt;em&gt;balik kampung&lt;/em&gt; because it was Hari Raya Aidiladha! Sorry, Min Li!! Damn, I wanna watch that movie. Sheesh kebab.. I was planning to hang out with some friends but it's undecided 'cause I'm going to be moving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new house is great! But damn, so many dust. It hurts my eyes, makes me sneeze and gives me pimples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Limited internet access-user-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7519677375758108736?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7519677375758108736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7519677375758108736&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7519677375758108736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7519677375758108736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday Plans'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1783237205688588650</id><published>2009-11-26T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:45:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned!</title><content type='html'>No, no! My blog is not abandoned... just neglected. That really doesn't make a difference, does it? I wish I could blog but damn, there's nothing to blog! If I could, I would post some camwhoring pictures in the next post. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, here's something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been posting some stories up in FictionPress.com. To those who want to read my stories, there's two of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2730479/1/Shakespeare_my_ass"&gt;Shakespeare, my ass! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2740934/1/My_Egotistical_Prince_Charming"&gt;My Egotistical Prince Charming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check them out, read and post a review! No time to waste, I've got to ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Out-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1783237205688588650?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1783237205688588650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1783237205688588650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1783237205688588650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1783237205688588650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/11/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5224418644075327582</id><published>2009-10-29T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:38:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hi, Blog. How've you been doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I've been neglecting but I'll post something new now just to shake myself off from some stress in life. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our tiny world, we're the population that lives on it. We're humans. Whenever we hear the word 'human', several words popped into my mind: vulnerable, insecure and weak. I once created a saying, which was "Our brains will never mix well with our hearts". I'd like to share something about true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are rare to find on this planet and I agree so. However . . . they don't always last eternally. Most true friends are always there for each other and lend their shoulders for people to cry on. It's great to have such friends like that, right? =) But it wasn't always the same thing for the 'shoulders to cry on'. Sometimes the 'Shoulders to cry on' don't always have their spare of 'shoulders to cry on' either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, they could no longer take the feeling of being the ones always listening but not speaking anything. It could be because of their selfishness or jealous(for seeing other people progress ahead instead of theirselves) or anything else that only the wisest could think of. Sometimes, their feelings are involuntarily. As I said, "our brains will never mix well with our hearts". There are definitely times where our hearts are telling us the opposite of what our minds think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one flaw about being human. Sometimes they keep it to theirselves and dare not to offend anyone's feelings. However, that sense of anger of hearing people go to them and expect them to listen clearfully like they were some vending machine will eventually burst out. Conclusion: the amount damage was far worse than it should've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry, blog but I have to stop here. I've gotta sleep and smile for another better and brighter morning. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saranghae yo!-&lt;br /&gt;E.L.F &amp; Cassiopeia&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/2101492543630283498-5224418644075327582?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5224418644075327582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5224418644075327582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5224418644075327582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5224418644075327582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog,'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2294791882139779268</id><published>2009-10-10T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:20:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession Part 2?</title><content type='html'>ARGH!! I want to buy Super Junior M's album but I can't find it! No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to OU recently with my friend Min Li. =D It was nice though because I was able to walk out of the house. The good thing was it was totally unplanned! Min Li had invited me to follow her to McDonalds near Centerpoint. About halfway there, we were complaning about how we wished that we could've gone to place where there are more things to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, my mom had returned home to take a shower. So I thought, "Why not ask mom to send us to OU?" Min Li and I looked at each other and the next thing was cheeky grins creeping up on our faces! And hell yeah, boom! We could go. We spent almost four hours there and jee, it was tiring since I was wearing a pair of scandals that my sister bought from 'Nose' inside OU. Yes, there's a shoe shop literally named 'Nose'. Don't ask why. But the designs were nice! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from CD shop to CD shop. I tried looking for SJM's new album but I couldn't find it. Sigh... What a pity. Please listen to Sujer Junior because they rock my socks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Super Girl" - Super Junior M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pit7RS4mPI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/pit7RS4mPI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Oh, here's also another thing. I love Big Bang's new Japanese single: Gara Gara Go! I love it, man! Makes me wanna dance and seriously, Seung-Ri is hot! XD But at first I attracted to Dae-Sung first because of his husky voice. Ah! I love Big Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Gara Gara Go!" - Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkwPTz67sgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/fkwPTz67sgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S: This was a random post. Sorry for updating such a thing out of the blue. =D&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/2101492543630283498-2294791882139779268?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2294791882139779268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2294791882139779268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2294791882139779268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2294791882139779268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsession-part-2.html' title='Obsession Part 2?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7034955420748563860</id><published>2009-09-24T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:23:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Were Young</title><content type='html'>Here we are,&lt;br /&gt;Growing old and wiser,&lt;br /&gt;The months and years were short,&lt;br /&gt;but the days were the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;We reminisce about it again,&lt;br /&gt;Our body shrinks back into smaller figure,&lt;br /&gt;and all the worries on our shoulders disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;We were rushing to bathe,&lt;br /&gt;Until we had collided into each other,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt your nose and I hurt my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;We were at our tuition centre,&lt;br /&gt;Right after our class has ended,&lt;br /&gt;Your mom was busy and we played at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;I was sneaking and playing at the computer,&lt;br /&gt;Dad caught me in the act and I panicked,&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the bed and you nearly laughed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember... &lt;br /&gt;We were on the computer side by side,&lt;br /&gt;chatting away with our greatest penpal from Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;until one day we literally wrestled in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;We played ball in my sister's room,&lt;br /&gt;The ball went so off from the cupboard to the table,&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't stop laughing for what seems like hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;We use to have annual sleepovers at each other's houses,&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed each other's company and kept chatting away,&lt;br /&gt;Until it was 5 AM and we watched the sunrise together with bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;We were craziest in our imagination,&lt;br /&gt;All we did was act and act so spontaneously,&lt;br /&gt;We even created a whole new world inside our very minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies and shows were the 'it' of that time,&lt;br /&gt;We never grew tired of watching them when we were little,&lt;br /&gt;Our parents watched us being together so youthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;All we did was laugh loudly together,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed to matter in world anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that you were once by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;My heart dare not admit we have changed,&lt;br /&gt;Growing older, mature and of course, more selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder... where had the innocence disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pains me to say,&lt;br /&gt;That all those were memories kept in our great brain,&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies grew back old and the burdens comes back again,&lt;br /&gt;With my heavy heart crushing, oh I have only one dear wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dedicated to my dear cousin and Singaporean pen-pal. You know who you are. =) Thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7034955420748563860?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7034955420748563860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7034955420748563860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7034955420748563860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7034955420748563860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-we-were-young.html' title='When We Were Young'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5219341774864356248</id><published>2009-09-11T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:02:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling out Writers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think you got a story to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;? A story to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt;? Well, don't bother in squirting out the brains out of your brain for super long ideas because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; story has to at least be under 6000 words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://thebookaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-asian-short-stories.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website for more info!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cheerio!-&lt;br /&gt;Teen Writer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5219341774864356248?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5219341774864356248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5219341774864356248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5219341774864356248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5219341774864356248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/09/calling-out-writers.html' title='Calling out Writers!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7268241916411847079</id><published>2009-08-25T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:33:43.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>"The Missing Part" Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Joanna sobbed in the back of her hands, the pain at her knees stung. She cried on the grass, not moving when the pain just grew worse and worse. Footsteps shuffled closer to her, causing to lift her watery eyes at the person. A warm smile greeted her along with a young face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?" He asked, squatting down in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna merely nodded, her eyes lowering down to her knees. He examined them, eyeing them closer and gently touching her knees. She winced in pain. He pulled back his hand. "Can you move?" He asked, a certain kindness glinting in his eyes. She shook her head. He turned around, facing his back to her. She blinked, the last few tears dropped as the others dried up against her moist skin. He looked at her over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well? Grab hold to me." He said. Joanna blinked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an eleven-year-old carry a nine-year-old like Joanna? He was skinny, his frame was small and his cheekbones were high and bony. She hesitated at first but he grabbed her wrist. She knew he was demanding her to get on his back. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. Slowly, he lifted her up and he didn't tumbled, which surprised her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into a half-crouch and he grabbed the back of her knees, securing her legs with his arms. A proud smile tugged his lips as he started moving forward. She looked at him almost doubtfully as he walked, hoping that she wasn't a burden to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're very light, y'know." He commented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna blinked. "Yea, mommy says I must eat more." She replied, trying her best not to shift her weight abruptly. "Thank you for helping me." She smiled softly as he turned the corner of his eye over his shoulder. His cheeks raised as a grin spread across his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Jason. Nice to meet you. Your name is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Joanna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna reminisced when she had met Jason for the first time. She remembered running amok in the park until she tripped on a rock and scratched her knees against the rough soil. Jason hadn't change much since they first met. He was still the bubbly, funny and attractive guy he was since middle school. She somewhat thought that their friendship was a coincidence. They both shared the same birthday, February 29th. Once in every four year, they would be jointed by the hip and spent their birthdays doing ridiculous yet adventurous things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once said, "We only celebrate our birthdays once in four years. And to make those three years of waiting worth it, we have to try something new." He had winked at her when he said that. That was Jason's motto for everything: 'Do things that will make waiting worthwhile'. He was right. She remembered that he begged her to sneak out of her house during midnight. She knew she was never born to be a true rebel but she gave in. Jason knew how to drive from his bother, Nicholas(who was currently now in college). They drove all the way from the city to the beach, stopping by at certain places to get some snacks on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up, she found herself on the beach facing the sunset. She couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Jason was standing next to her, the wind blowing in his silky hair. He had said, "After all that trouble, it's still worth it." Indeed, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna recalled their history. They had been the greatest friends throughout seven long years since they were ten. She smiled, grateful that she was able to know another amazing individual. But things changed since July. . . five months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Joanna yawned broadly as she strolled down lazily inside the classroom. She sat at her usual seat which was and always been next to Jason. What a coincidence really. They were the only ones in their class whose names start with the letter 'J'. Joanna looked over to Jason and saw he was looking painfully pale for once in his life. Joanna panicked slightly, gently gripping onto his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason?" She whispered. "You okay? You look pale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to her, trying his best to crack a reassuring smile. But it was obvious to see he struggled with it. Joanna's heart dropped seeing him in pain. "Yeah, I'm okay, Joanna." He lied. He wasn't okay! "Don't worry about--,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped his head abruptly onto his desk with a loud 'bang!' that made everyone jumped and turned to him as if he was crazy. Joanna's eyes widened and she panicked. She started shaking Jason's shoulder vigorously but he didn't move. He didn't move an inch at all. She gently pushed him upwards and continued shaking him by the shoulders hoping he wakes up. But his face was still as white as snow and his eyes were shut tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason!" She panicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes, trying to erase that memory from her mind. That was how she'd found out he had cancer for almost two years. His father had lung cancer too and died at the age of 35. Still too young, thought Joanna. Still too young to die. Sometimes, she wondered why Jason did not option to do a surgery and remove the tumour. Even the chances were small, he still had a chance of survival just in time before he reached the critical level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna waited at the bus stop, waiting anxiously for Jason's arrival. Biting her lower lip, she pulled back the strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she smoothing out her turquoise blouse. She tugged on the tip of her long ponytail, constantly wondering whether she had overdressed or she looked too simple. After a while, she mentally slapped herself. Why was she so worried? They weren't going on a date at all! Only as best friends, nothing more and nothing less. But that thought made Joanna's heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they ever be more than just best friends? She dare not think of an answer and desperately pushed the nauseating thought from her mind. As if on cue, she felt something gripped her shoulders. She immediately jumped and turned around, catching a grinning face that she had missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason!" She cried happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason cracked his trademark handsome grin at her. "Looks like you arrived early. Anxious to see me?" He joked. Joanna chuckled and nudged him in the ribcage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, yeah! When was the last time we'd hang out? Last month! That's almost thirty days." Joanna pointed out, lacing her arm with his as they began to stroll away from the bus stop. "Besides, I'd like to see you eat like a pig today. You're like a skeleton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason chuckled heartily at that. It was true that he had lost a couple of pounds since he was placed inside the hospital. His arms felt skinnier, his cheeks had concave in his face and his once sparkling eyes now looked extremely tired. Joanna frowned at the sight of him. She couldn't imagine how miserable it must've felt being in the hospital for six months. She felt like hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. But what could she do? She was a mere human being, she had no supernatural powers that could fight against God's power. Her eyes stung slightly, tears starting puddling slightly in her eyes but not ready to flow out of them. Why him? Why Jason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanna?" Jason called, coming into a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna quickly grinned at him, hoping that he hadn't notice her squinted eyes that were beginning to soak. "Sorry, I just remembered something about school. It's some project I have to pass up next month." She lied smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying. It was something that she was getting better at almost every time she was around Jason. She hated lying but she clearly didn't want to be honest. Jason raised a skeptical brow at her but smiled instead, decided to not ask any more questions. She returned the smile and intertwined their hands. She dragged him along, making sure her grip was firm. She wanted to make the last few months of his life worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the last few adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so, so, so sorry that it took so long to write. Gosh, I feel so guilty now. But at least I've updated in though I hoped I did it sooner. Argh! Sorry! Well, I'll just let the chapter hang again. I'm gonna enjoy myself writing this. There will be Part 3 and possibly Part 4. (unless I decided to end the story tragically or happily-ever-after) I admit I'm cruel to my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I didn't lose the inspiration and will write Part 3 ASAP before I turn into asap myself... -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7268241916411847079?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7268241916411847079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7268241916411847079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7268241916411847079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7268241916411847079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-part-part-2.html' title='&quot;The Missing Part&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5610880847074771099</id><published>2009-08-21T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:36:28.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Complaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Warning: this post is short and contains censored swears that is not allowed for kids under 13. So, beat it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakishly and seriously hate Puan Hasni until my core! ARGH!!! But I seriously, honestly and freakkingly hope that she still run Talent Day after Bulan Ramadhan or after PMR cuz I know if I kena buang sekolah, I'll throw a rat in that woman's desk! ARGH! ARGH! I hate that biatch! Grr, she makes me so *toot*ing mad! *toot*, *toot*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has ended. The volcano has burst out. Now, the lava cooled off. And time for another complain, my brother is annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5610880847074771099?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5610880847074771099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5610880847074771099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5610880847074771099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5610880847074771099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-another-complaint.html' title='Another Day, Another Complaint'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8953907450334575410</id><published>2009-08-13T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:45:18.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>What the F**K?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Warning: This post contains constant swearing, rants and complains from a teenaged girl's mind. If you don't like her or hate hearing her complain, do not read this post. You've been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate Puan Hasni binti Hassan, the so-called Headmistress of SMKBU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this bloody woman had changed our 'Hari Bakat' to 'Patriotik-my-foot! day'. If only I hadn't torn the flyers up, I would've shown what it looked like. But due to my intense temper, I had destroyed the papers vigorously as soon as I saw them. Because that bloody bitch had wrote out some stupid pathetic rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanya lagu-lagu patriotik dibenarkan. (Only patriotic songs are allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCK? Seriously, this bitch has LOST her mind! It's frikking TALENT DAY, not INDEPENDENCE DAY! We, students of SMKBU, were supposed to be showing off our talents for ONE SINGLE DAY and because she thought it would affect us SO greatly, that she just had to fucking butt in and say 'Hell, no'. Wtf? Wtf?? And that's not the only that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She specifically wrote "Persembahan nyanyian dibenarkan. Persembahan tarian tidak dibenarkan." WTF! I knew that she was referring to my group 'EY' who courageously did our Mirotic performance on Hari Guru. What?!! I'm bloody pissed off! It not only affected me, it affected the ENTIRE school. I sure bet that 100 students SO, SO looking forward for Hari Bakat but fucking stupid Puan Hasni just had to butt in. I was delirious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally cried just thinking of all the students' efforts that were being wasted, especially my teammate Eugene. (who did not directly show it but I had a hunch when he saw the paper) Then, I had a little dance practice of 'Sorry, Sorry' by myself at home and . . . the most absurd idea came into my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Why don't I run my own Hari Bakat?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane? I don't think that could match up to the whackiness in my brain. It's challenging and daring. I might even get kicked out of school. But it's worth a shot! I WILL TRY to run my own Hari Bakat no matter. I'll beg to my knees to Puan Hasni and beg her to let me run the program. But who says it's gonna be easy. I have a big chance of getting kicked out of school if I do so. But I think I'm brave enough to do so for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know I'll not give up without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Warning: the contents in this post are not guaranteed. So if you think she's a maniac, she probably is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lunatic Me-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8953907450334575410?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8953907450334575410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8953907450334575410&amp;isPopup=true' title='99 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8953907450334575410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8953907450334575410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-fk.html' title='What the F**K?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>99</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-140554290486234268</id><published>2009-08-09T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:15:08.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>River Flows in You....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it's been a month since I've updated. No inspirations lately! Too busy trying to get a social life. Yeah, I admit that I don't really have a good social life. Hehe... I'll only find one when it comes knocking to my door. Here's a big classical song recommendation for my readers and everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was composed by famous South Korean music composer named Yiruma and this is his song "River Flows in You". It's good, really good. I heard this song was actually considered to be chosen as "Bella's Lullaby" for the Twilight movie. Man, they should've picked this song! So rugi! It was better than Carter Bruwell's, seriously. I melted just hearing the music flow and there's no denying that the song is as good as the title. I've found some of the music sheets in DeviantArt and hopefully I could play them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of this song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can give you butterflies in your stomach for some reason. This is such a romantic song lah.. This is why I wanna marry to a Korean or Japanese guy! *sobs* &gt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-140554290486234268?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/140554290486234268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=140554290486234268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/140554290486234268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/140554290486234268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/08/river-flows-in-you.html' title='River Flows in You....'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-471285933613289658</id><published>2009-07-17T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:25:50.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>School Drama VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Honestly, I'm considering to change school next year in Form 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love all my friends and I'm comfortable with my surroundings. But there's just one thing I can't stand being in SMKBU. One simple word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. I can't stand the teachers. Not all the teachers, of course but just a certain number of them, especially Puan Hasni. I just think she's just being the Headmistress because she loves the title, not the duties. As the Headmistress of SMKBU, she should know that every year students are trying their best to improve themselves academically and also in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like instance, cheerleading. Last year, my ex-captain asked permission from afternoon session teacher, Mr. Eugene Morais because in our opinion, he was a really 'sporting' teacher. But when my ex-captain's friend tried to bring up the matter with Puan Hasni, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;syarat-syarat &lt;/span&gt;she gave to her was absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take an idiot to know that cheerleaders are not supposed to wear pants inside their skirts because of all the stunts they have to do. But ridiculously, Puan Hasni asked them to wear knee-length skirts (Knee-length? You gotta be kidding, man! How on Earth can they do their tumbling and jumping, for God's sake?!) along with track bottoms. Yes, as in those long pants you wear for exercising. Stupid? Heck, that word doesn't come close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the Aerobikthon group. Since you people know that aerobikthon is part dancing and part exercising, but is it really necessary to use traditional moves to make it interesting? My answer is: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fuck no.&lt;/span&gt; Aerobikthon was supposed to a 'fun' version of exercising but doing traditional moves can even make a five-year-old fall asleep as soon as he started it. I really pitied the Aerobikthon team because of Puan Hasni's opinion. That's just nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, even my group Ebuillence-Y was also invovled! Not just by Puan Hasni but other Malay teachers in the school! Yes, I've heard some compliments from people but what pissed me off first that the teachers didn't show respect while we were performing. I heard one teacher hardly looked at the stage because she thought it was rubbish! Rubbish? You call that rubbish? I say you're the rubbish for showing no respect, whore! Even Puan Hasni hated it. She complained about it to the other teachers and boy, I'm not surprised! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Malays (including the students), they think dancing is rubbish. They say dancing just make them look like fools. I laughed at the fact! It just shows that they have massive egos that could barely fit their own butts! Oh, hell, man!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weih, kalau korang rase dancing tu sampah, &lt;/span&gt; what about those 'sports' you call basketball or soccer? Dancing is a sport, it fucking is! I'm just thinking that they can't even tell the difference between dancing or looking like idiots. I've heard that all of the Malay students hated the performance because it's nothing they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they just be a little bit open-minded? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is it THAT hard to be open-minded??&lt;/span&gt; It's not like I'm asking them to literally break a leg while watching people dance! WHAT'S THE EFFING PROBLEM? Honestly, I just think it's racism. Because I think they didn't like the performance was because of me and Eugene. You see, Eugene's Chinese and I'm part Chinese so God knows that they're probably thinking, "Alah, budak Cina je! Tak de kerja lah dieorang!" So, you can only imagine how I wanted to rip their heads off their shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I didn't live in Malaysia! I'd rather be in another country with more open-minded people around me. What upset me the most that Malaysians don't really respect anyone! But nevertheless, I'm so angry about the fact that they can't just be a little open-minded because they should remember that this world has a FUCKING big variety of stuff/culture! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM WITH COPING ABOUT THAT SIMPLE FACT?!??!?!?!?! I'm really disappointed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my ranting and cursing! I'll just start punching something to make me feel better. At least I have a weapon to shut those assholes up for good: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because one person wouldn't respect another who doesn't respect them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hell!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-471285933613289658?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/471285933613289658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=471285933613289658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/471285933613289658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/471285933613289658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-drama-viii.html' title='School Drama VIII'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4643640744930373697</id><published>2009-07-13T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:36:38.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky of Love</title><content type='html'>I, again, have recently watched another Japanese movie that was really a good one as well aside from the drama series, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Akai Ito&lt;/span&gt;. This movie once premiered on Astro (AEC, I think?) before. But since my family don't subscribe to that channel, I realized that it can be watched online and that's where I discovered 'Mysoju.com'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cloverxxkorhz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/up-koizora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://cloverxxkorhz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/up-koizora.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Koizora - Sky of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is an amazing sad yet romantic movie. It talks about Hiro (the bleached hair guy) who was determined to have Mika (the girl) to be his. But it's not as sweet as you think it is. They both had to overcome obstacles just to stay together. And the most shocking thing of all is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is based on a true-life story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author (this story is actually a mobile phone story) decided to tell the dramatic story of the girl Mika. I cried just thinking how tough these two people had to struggle to live on. But be warned! The ending was the saddest part of all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weih, jealous lah dengan si Mika ni. Aku nak boyfriend cam to jugak! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me. I'm just a regular fangirl who wish to have a good-looking plus sweet boyfriend and a good love story to tell. For this movie, I'll give it a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ulgh! It's as bad as I said.&lt;br /&gt;2 - It's actually not very bad, I think.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Somewhat good and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;4 - It's fresh and a good drama/movie that's worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Encore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5/5 rating!&lt;/span&gt; (Bravo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S: You can find this movie on http://www.mysoju.com/koizora/. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: Oh, I nearly forgot something! This movie has also a drama version as well! You can find the drama series at http://www.mysoju.com/koizora-drama/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S: I didn't try to watch the drama series version so help yourselves to watch it. There's more movies recommendations coming from now. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4643640744930373697?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4643640744930373697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4643640744930373697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4643640744930373697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4643640744930373697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky-of-love.html' title='The Sky of Love'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5828672590159348211</id><published>2009-07-12T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:07:10.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>The Red Thread of Fate</title><content type='html'>If you believe in Chinese folklore, then you probably have heard about the 'red string of fate'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet,&lt;br /&gt;   regardless of time, place, or circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;   The thread may stretch or tangle,&lt;br /&gt;   but it will never break."&lt;br /&gt;   - an ancient Chinese belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this legend, people believe that the gods tied an invisible red string around the ankles of men and women who are destined to be soulmates. Wah, that's so sweet, isn't it? Hehe. Anyone who knows me will surely say that I'm a big fangirl to Korean/Japanese drama series. And yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that's really good to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SlmgGeTEYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oIbX0xPLAaY/s1600-h/300px-Akai-Ito-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SlmgGeTEYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oIbX0xPLAaY/s320/300px-Akai-Ito-banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357489264806617714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Akai Ito - The Red String &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm already watching the fourth episode, I am so hooked up on this drama! Eeek! (Fangirl scream) I just seriously love this drama. It's really nice to watch whenever you feel bored. Oh, my gosh! I wish I had the CD. Okay, this might be a rush to give it a rating but I just can't help it! For this drama, I'll give it a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ulgh! It's as bad as I said.&lt;br /&gt;2 - It's actually not very bad, I think. &lt;br /&gt;3 - Somewhat good and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;4 - It's fresh and a good drama/movie that's worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Encore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.5/5 rating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S: To watch this drama series, you can go to http://www.mysoju.com/akai-ito/ to watch the whole series. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5828672590159348211?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5828672590159348211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5828672590159348211&amp;isPopup=true' title='805 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5828672590159348211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5828672590159348211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-thread-of-fate.html' title='The Red Thread of Fate'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SlmgGeTEYnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oIbX0xPLAaY/s72-c/300px-Akai-Ito-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>805</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1483098300051614623</id><published>2009-07-02T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:06:39.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinning Little Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>It's You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HQ PLEASE!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWfo2bBbx-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/pWfo2bBbx-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;(Han-Geng)&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dong-Hae)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anyone else, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;When you ask again, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;(Kyu-Hyun)&lt;br /&gt;Even if you already have another love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget you, I can’t turn back around&lt;br /&gt;Oh ~&lt;br /&gt;(Ye-Sung)&lt;br /&gt;The moment my eyes began to burn&lt;br /&gt;The moment my heart was captured by you&lt;br /&gt;(Lee-Teuk)&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret, I chose you&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(Si-Won)&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;(Ryeo-Wook)&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kang-In)&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;(Kyu-Hyun)&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eun-Hyuk)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;(Eun-Hyuk + Shin-Dong)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kang-In)&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any words. it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;"It’s too late", but for me it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;(Sung-Min)&lt;br /&gt;I know our love is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can’t give up, I can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eun-hyuk)&lt;br /&gt;My lips, cold as can be, are even more blue&lt;br /&gt;(Shin-Dong)&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to find to find your warmth&lt;br /&gt;(Ryeo-Wook)&lt;br /&gt;I call, even though I call for you&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no reply, I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(Han-Geng)&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;(Ye-Sung)&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;(Sung-Min)&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kyu-Hyun)&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eun-Hyuk)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you. Oh, oh, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, only for you.&lt;br /&gt;(Hee-Chul)&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;(Dong-Hae)&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you know, why don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;(Hee-Chul)&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Si-Won)&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;(Ryeo-Wook)&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dong-Hae)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;(Kyu-Hyun)&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Ryeo-Wook)&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hee-Chul)&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's only&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially an E.L.F and in love with Super Junior!! Eeek! *fangirl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I love is Dong-Hae, Kyu-Hyun, Ye-Sung, Lee-Teuk, Ryeo-Wook, Sung-Min and Eun-Hyuk. I'm glad that Ki-Bum (the guy from the very start before Han-Geng) has finally appeared with the band as well. I missed Ki-Bum but man, why were the make-up artists were so cruel to make his hair like that? He looks so much better without that stupid hairband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love Dong-Hae who appeared in 0:33, Kyu-Hyun (plus Ye-Sung and Lee-teuk) who appeared after Dong-Hae. Ye-Sung has such a deep voice... Ah! Dong-Hae's face was adorable. Kyu-Hyun looks so stylish with his new hair. Lee-Teuk's eyebrows and sharp cheekbones just killed me on the spot. But wait till you see his dimples. *fangirl screams again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung-Min dyed his hair darker. I didn't really like it because I wished that they would have changed it into a different style than a close-to-a-Bowl-cut hairstyle. But Ryeo-wook's hair could've looked better if they gelled it up. Damn, he's gotta eat because he's super skinny! Eun-Hyuk's outfit melted me, especially with his pale complexion. I want Ye-Sung's black T-shirt and Eunhyuk's T-shirt plus jacket as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee-Chul looks a bit sleepy even though he was just leaning against the bike. Watch Dong-Hae from 3:34. Oh, gosh! He looks so sexy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was okay. It was a much lovelier and softer love song comparing to the catchy beats of "Sorry, Sorry". But it lacked a sweet melody that could've rocked the song. And even after a few replays on the song, you sorta get tired of listening to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is I wouldn't say the song is really fantastic but I've got to admit, it's just a really lovely sweet song that you want to hear whenever your mood is very calm and pleasant. For this song, I would give it a rating of... hmm... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a 3 1/2 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;br /&gt;1 - Ugh... Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;2 - I would say it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;3 - It was fairly good and enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;4 - A great song that is worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;5 - One word: Fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Don't kill me if you think I gave a low rating! Sorry! Mianhe! I know I'm in love with SuJu but I didn't want to give it 5 out 5 because it might seem unfair to see that I'm a SuJu fan as well. I honestly tried to be considerable to choose the rating carefully despite knowing that I'm an E.L.F! It's not easy to choose, okay? I love SuJu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUJU HWAITING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1483098300051614623?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1483098300051614623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1483098300051614623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1483098300051614623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1483098300051614623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s You!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1123830080433848312</id><published>2009-06-29T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:50:53.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooots~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very three words after I have just watched the Trailer of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Despite knowing that the seventh book-turn-to-movie hasn't been released yet, I can't stop fidgeting to watch the Half-Blood Prince. The director, David Yates, is sure to be a man who has the mind of millions. I'm so amazed that he did a fantastic job that could never be turn into a description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, David Yates has brought the imagination of Half-Blood Prince to life and there's no doubt about it that he will NOT fail us all when we enter the cinemas. The happy part is I'm going to watch it with my sister. In the cinema! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt; If you are thinking 'what about the seventh book?', surely David Yates will have to put on his best hat to create a much tougher, better and more amazing for The Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e8/Hp6teaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 461px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e8/Hp6teaserposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long live Harry Potter and to J.K. Rowling, the creator of Harry Potter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S: I suggest you go to Youtube to see the trailers. (Yes, there is more than one trailer) I've already seen two of them and I don't think my brain can sustain such awesome-ness. WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1123830080433848312?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1123830080433848312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1123830080433848312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1123830080433848312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1123830080433848312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/06/wooots.html' title='Wooots~~'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8168449947365987650</id><published>2009-06-16T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:06:50.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>The Movie!!</title><content type='html'>I've been &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to see this movie since I saw the anime film. Did I mention how much I love that they chose Gianna Jun as Saya? Man, she's hot and kicking some ass! Woohoo! &lt;3~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/blood_the_last_vampire_movie_poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 725px;" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/blood_the_last_vampire_movie_poster3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I need some make-up to look older and get into the cinema to watch this film! &lt;strong&gt;AH!&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder if I could look like an adult or a college kid with make-up on. Hmm.... Man, I also need contact lens. Damn it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Anime-Freak Girl-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8168449947365987650?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8168449947365987650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8168449947365987650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8168449947365987650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8168449947365987650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie.html' title='The Movie!!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6434803029861786857</id><published>2009-06-11T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:30:31.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>"The Missing Part" Part 1</title><content type='html'>Joanna snapped her head up when the soft sound of a bell ringed in her ears. The subway train slowed down and came into a halt. The doors slid open and busy people -- businessmen and women, clerks, engineers alike came flooding in the train, ready to end their hard day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna stepped inside the train, sliding into the nearest empty seat she could find before it was occupied, dully looking out the window. The night was polluted with the sounds of engines bursting and horns from the cars blared into the background. But when the doors closed, there was an eerie silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked sleepy, tired, restless or busy. She could hear the sound of handphones beeping and voices whispering about business marketing and other certain businesses that she didn't bother listening. But suddenly, her phone started buzzing with a soft twinkling ringtone that she loved to hear whenever she needs to calm down. These were one of the moments where she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped her phone open and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" She never thought that her voice could ever sound so dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hello, Joanna."&lt;/span&gt; A too familiar voice rang on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, Joanna felt as if her heart had crushed and her eyes were beginning to soak. "Hi, Jason. How are you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Pretty well. But I wished that they hadn't made the hospital like a complete dungeon. It doesn't have to be this dark."&lt;/span&gt; Jason replied with an unconcealed disappointment in his tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm going to see you. I've got some things to drop by." Joanna said, trying to sound eager. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Aww, you didn't have to, Joanna."&lt;/span&gt; Jason said. Joanna could feel as if he was smiling on the other line. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Bye."&lt;/span&gt; He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when Joanna's heart really crushed. The conversation between her and Dr. Anderson (Jason's doctor) flooded back in her memory. A sudden pang of hurt struck her heart. She felt as though she couldn't breathe anymore and it was too hard to bear. She could tears streamed down from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye." She whispered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to recall what Dr. Anderson mentioned to her. But the conversation played back in her head like a radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry, Joanna. But his condition is just getting worse and worse. I'm afraid that he might not last long because of his vulnerable state." Dr. Anderson explained, pulling off his glasses with unconcealed concern in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna's face paled almost white as winter. "W-What are you t-trying to declare, doctor?" She stuttered, her words escaped her lips like snow; soft and too quiet to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Anderson sighed. Then, there was the long eerie silence. Joanna wanted to grab the doctor's coat, shout at him and demand what was he wanted to say. But her body came to a statue state, unable to move a muscle nor a finger. She couldn't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Anderson looked up at her, light shined on his glasses momentarily as he finally said it out. "He only has three months left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna suddenly started choking in tears, the sudden heavy feeling of sadness overwhelmed her. The world seemed to have disappeared around her despite feeling the small itching sense that eyes were boring into her. She felt too sad to be so concern about it. She hoped to be stronger but feeling how her sides were ready to split because of the aching feeling in her chest made her remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why do you have to be strong?" Joanna's mother, Hilary, said in a low tone as she started putting the dishes into the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna fought the urge to look at her mother, her eyes curled to their corners to see her mother picking up a curry-stained plate. Suddenly, a hand covered with bubbles and soap snaked around Hilary's wrist. It was Joanna's hand. "Mom, I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the day, what does 'strong' gets you?" Hilary added with a hint of angst in her tone. Joanna embraced her mother with tears in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanna!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna walked into the ward, the thick dreadful smell of medicine burned in her nostrils. But admist all of the heavy odour, she could see Jason's face glowing brightly with a large grin on his face. In an instant, she felt a contagious sort of happiness creeping up to her as a smile tugged on her pale dry lips. She moved to his side, looking down at his bony face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you feeling, Jason?" She asked, her voice was dry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little better after they let me eat just now." He answered, a warm smile that made it too hard for Joanna to bear the fact where her best friend was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you eat?" She pulled a seat nearby and sat near the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just an apple, bread with butter, soup and pudding." He answered with a slightly sad face. But then, he grinned at her. "But you know me, I'm still hungry." It was obvious that he tried to lighten the mood. She grabbed his hand, feeling that he was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're cold." She noted, looking at his white hand. "Well, yeah, they turned on the air-cond about 20 degrees. You know I can't stand with that kind of temperature." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna looked at him. "Why didn't you tell the nurse?" She asked, a voice filled with concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't want to bother anyone. It's not like I'll freeze to death." He smiled. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Death. &lt;/span&gt;The very utter word that Joanna hoped he had never said. She felt like killing herself for asking Dr. Anderson about his condition. How could she act normal around him after finding out he was nearing to his death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They should've let you eat more." She said, wrapping her thumb and index finger around his wrist. "You're loosing weight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it obvious?" He asked, looking at his skinny wrists. Joanna nodded. "Yeah, very obvious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they started chuckling. Joanna didn't know how they could start a chuckling session but she prayed it wasn't their last. He squeezed her hand. "Did you see Dr. Anderson yesterday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna's voice was lost in her throat. She wished that he hadn't asked her that. "Yeah, I did." She desperately wanted to seal her lips but she didn't want to show him the grief she was feeling. She had to start acting all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he saw? Am I getting better?" His eyes beamed with sparks of hope, a moment that was growing rarer every single day since he has been placed in the hospital. Joanna prayed and endlessly hoping that he hadn't been diagnosed with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." She lied. "He says you're getting better. You might be out of here soon. For good." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What the hell am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason grinned loudly and held Joanna's hands. "That's wonderful! I can't believe I'm finally getting out of this hospital." He laid on his back, his eyes bored in the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna tried to smile. But she couldn't find the will to act anymore. "Jason, listen--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Joanna." Jason cut her mid-way, sitting up and looking at her. "How about if we go out tomorrow? It's my monthly hang-out day, remember?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, remembering the monthly times where Jason could go out of the hospital. "Yeah, I remember." She held his hand tighter, a sad smile curled on her lips. "I'd like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: (To certain readers of my blog) Please don't tell me how much you fucking hate my writing style or my blog entries. If you hate me, don't bother following with my life or blog. Get it? If you're stubborn to not leave me alone, I sincerely hope that you realize that you're just being recklessly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life. If you have one, live with it. Properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6434803029861786857?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6434803029861786857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6434803029861786857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6434803029861786857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6434803029861786857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-part-part-1.html' title='&quot;The Missing Part&quot; Part 1'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6367151726041554492</id><published>2009-06-07T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:56:31.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing Matters'/><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>After suffering two heartbreaks in a row (and possibly another one on the way), I've realized that someone has always been by my side and accepting me as who I am. This certain someone has always been here when I needed him - despite my shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was quite odd at first because this person and I have not many similarities. To start things off, me (a very lazy lady) would occasionally rely on someone else to do the job for me. But for him, his curiosity would win the best of him and he would strive for it alone. Even though he has a tendency to piss me off at times, sometimes whenever he fools around and the next thing I'll be doing is... laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he yearns for a new adventure everyday, he also has a big lazy part to him. Whenever I come looking for him, he'd been chilling or close to sleeping. There were times that I wished he had been more sociable, but the cuteness from his sleeping face glows that it made it hard for me to be mad at him. But at times, we hardly talk much. When I see him, he'll be too busy exploring and I'll have to be his audience. These were one of the occasions that I wished I had a gun to shoot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite him always being aloof, I have a lot of admirations for him. I have known this person for almost a year and five months. Yes, its quite long and yet there was never a day that I wouldn't be so eager to see him again. I never thought that this person would mean so much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... I'm guessing I'm leaving you all into suspense, right? Okay, I'll reveal whose this 'someone' of mine. Watch . . . and see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/Siqq4jw2JII/AAAAAAAAAbk/EkD_dUqwp98/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/Siqq4jw2JII/AAAAAAAAAbk/EkD_dUqwp98/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344271796478026882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hey! You've just been punk'd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Laughter Doesn't Stop-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: LMAO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6367151726041554492?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6367151726041554492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6367151726041554492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6367151726041554492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6367151726041554492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/Siqq4jw2JII/AAAAAAAAAbk/EkD_dUqwp98/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7582548407812058328</id><published>2009-06-03T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:51:40.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>I hate the world</title><content type='html'>I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where bitches and bastards,&lt;br /&gt;live along side us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where there is so many things, &lt;br /&gt;that are too sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where thinking 'ignorance is bliss',&lt;br /&gt;but to hell, its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where one creature suffers,&lt;br /&gt;every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where thinking 'honesty is the best policy',&lt;br /&gt;but people misused the phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where there are too many people,&lt;br /&gt;who you want to throw out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where most likely people are two-faced,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly causing chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where people would forget themselves,&lt;br /&gt;and laugh at one's sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;where people have to be such jerks,&lt;br /&gt;that it makes me want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world,&lt;br /&gt;thinking why the fuck,&lt;br /&gt;do I have to deal with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world, &lt;br /&gt;thinking why the fuck,&lt;br /&gt;do I have see this in a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world, &lt;br /&gt;stupidly wishing it would be better.&lt;br /&gt;But it seemed to have been damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of being human when humanity had changed into something disgusting like monsters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, why do we have to stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;But I guess what comes around goes around.&lt;br /&gt;What a tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7582548407812058328?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7582548407812058328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7582548407812058328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7582548407812058328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7582548407812058328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-world.html' title='I hate the world'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2274144958119690515</id><published>2009-05-30T22:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:39:14.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Wall'/><title type='text'>SNAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkqJZFxpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/giczkIkJrgE/s1600-h/DSC02182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkqJZFxpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/giczkIkJrgE/s320/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716839439222418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Meow?" (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Model: &lt;/span&gt; Fluffy A.K.A my cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkpyChViI/AAAAAAAAAas/wL7-I7DUWHs/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkpyChViI/AAAAAAAAAas/wL7-I7DUWHs/s320/DSC02201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716833170544162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Meow?" (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; Kelly (The cat that occasionally comes to my window sill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkppyMu5I/AAAAAAAAAak/9N2Xw9ZcNzw/s1600-h/DSC02206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkppyMu5I/AAAAAAAAAak/9N2Xw9ZcNzw/s320/DSC02206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716830954601362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Green Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; Kelly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkpSsJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAac/bPFGghv6Idc/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkpSsJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAac/bPFGghv6Idc/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716824755231794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Curiosity kills the cat"&lt;br /&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; My cat! (I love this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CANDIDS!&lt;/span&gt; (I love these candids XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnmDl8CEI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7vqA7ll1mz4/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnmDl8CEI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7vqA7ll1mz4/s320/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720067697903682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; Alyson Ng Wei-En! &lt;br /&gt;Yet I still don't know why I chose this picture. But she's so cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUomzB1iyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_KTMRAXPTRs/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUomzB1iyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_KTMRAXPTRs/s320/DSC02146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721179943013154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oi, go balik kelas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; Seow Sue-Ann&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. So much of a good &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pengawas&lt;/span&gt; when she's eating while doing her duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnl3a9WKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gEwtv7JjsFQ/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnl3a9WKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gEwtv7JjsFQ/s320/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720064430626978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Munch munch&lt;/span&gt; I'm eating while acting emo. Hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Model:&lt;/span&gt; Syarifah Atikah Hannan&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke... I just love this one. I'm so cruel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnlhlrjiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnMPd0583jo/s1600-h/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnlhlrjiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnMPd0583jo/s320/DSC02152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720058570018338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caption(s): &lt;/span&gt; Wei Ni: "Wow, that cute guy is so funny! I wanna &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kao&lt;/span&gt; him!"&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: "OMG, hot guy at two o'clock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Models:&lt;/span&gt; (back) Ng Wei-En, (left) Sandy Loh, (right) Wei Ni&lt;br /&gt;Its somewhat 'LOL' and 'sweated'. Kekeke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnla8qKPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/WhhBwQOLYuE/s1600-h/DSC02150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUnla8qKPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/WhhBwQOLYuE/s320/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720056787347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Captions: &lt;/span&gt; "Yum..."&lt;br /&gt;"So &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kedekut!&lt;/span&gt; Never give me one...Sheesh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Models:&lt;/span&gt; Seow Sue-Ann (left), Sandy Loh (right)&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke... This was so good! I love this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part where I dislike most! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My performance on Teacher's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I seriously wanted to cry watching this because it was horrible. I really felt like crying cuz it sucked. But I'll try not to make it such a big deal but... aiyo, I seriously wanna cry. I can't believe I'm seeing my video to the world. Go to Youtube and find it yourself. The song is 'Mirotic' and brace yourself bcuz it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! (Crying~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tears&lt;br /&gt;-The Lame Drama Queen-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2274144958119690515?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2274144958119690515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2274144958119690515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2274144958119690515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2274144958119690515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/05/snap.html' title='SNAP!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SiUkqJZFxpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/giczkIkJrgE/s72-c/DSC02182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3573449922928755901</id><published>2009-05-29T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:35:22.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cracking Up Mania</title><content type='html'>Hi! Ohmygod!! Exams finished today and I'm so happy!! XD Too bad I couldn't do my evil plot to this fucking stupid bastard who thinks I like him. To Akmal Hakeem: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oi, bongok! Jangan perasan banyak peminat. Aku guarantee kalau orang tua tengok muka ko, mesti dah sakit jantung sampai kena hantar ke hospital. And eww, kalau you perasan you hot sangat, sedar sikit ye. Dahlah ko pendek! Nak kata nampak macam orang gila, ada jugak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being mean. So shutthefuckup and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jangan harap&lt;/span&gt; that I want to change my attitude. I'm glad I can keep bastards away from me and boy, I'm not surprised I have a hater. Thank you, Nia Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me pyscho, call me a bitch or call me a slut. Whatthetoot? I don't give a care! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baik korang jangan rugikan korang punye nafas... Dah taulah busuk kerane tak gosok gigi! &lt;/span&gt; (Evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who are good (and close) buddies of mine! Here's something to crack you up. And careful, this can really hurt your cheekbones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKMIz-DFhVE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKMIz-DFhVE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3573449922928755901?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3573449922928755901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3573449922928755901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3573449922928755901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3573449922928755901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cracking-up-mania.html' title='The Cracking Up Mania'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5152450133405422387</id><published>2009-05-16T13:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:13:34.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Goes On...</title><content type='html'>Just a little tired from all the dancing and studying. I might come back during the holidays. Here's something that won't leave my head for the moment. Please enjoy it before all the stress comes back ripping out your brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:377889" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="dist=http://www.patchofheavenjulian.blogspot.com&amp;orig=&amp;vmoid=" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Totally in love with this song. XD&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if the company she works for decided to renew the MV, their efforts are going to be wasted! Because this MV is already perfect!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't get your humour like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room, its a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming 'bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in awhile, since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you're fine, I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Whatcha' doing with a girl like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming 'bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin by, waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by or waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-The Music Won't Stop!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5152450133405422387?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5152450133405422387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5152450133405422387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5152450133405422387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5152450133405422387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-goes-on.html' title='The Music Goes On...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-371855387588976330</id><published>2009-05-13T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:09:56.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>I Missed Those Days</title><content type='html'>I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where I would run amok at home,&lt;br /&gt;being an ordinary little new-born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where I was giggling so loud,&lt;br /&gt;Right inside the classroom with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where I could just do nothing,&lt;br /&gt;throughout almost every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where I would skip around,&lt;br /&gt;with my dear friends with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where I was loved and cared,&lt;br /&gt;by my two busy and workaholic parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where nothing really mattered,&lt;br /&gt;except the sight of a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where life felt much simpler,&lt;br /&gt;of being very simple-minded about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where my wonderful toddler years had passed,&lt;br /&gt;just like a tiny leaf caught in a large tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days,&lt;br /&gt;where the years hold most dear to me,&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing that time will never turn backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled weakly. &lt;br /&gt;I missed those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Behind This Teenaged Eyes-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-371855387588976330?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/371855387588976330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=371855387588976330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/371855387588976330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/371855387588976330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-missed-those-days.html' title='I Missed Those Days'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6876266052722230241</id><published>2009-04-30T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:01:22.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinning Little Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>The Life in my Heart</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I changed my blog's security at first. I cringed at the fact that some stupid hater will come harassing me. But since some of my friends didn't liked it when I sort of 'closed' my blog, so I gave in and opened it to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, I'm going to do a lot of random ramblings. If you think you can cope with it, you can continue. If not, sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wished that I was living in another country that had four seasons and of course, longer holidays. At times, I would love to picture myself in a white bedroom at Melbourne, Australia where you could feel the wind brushing your hair through your balcony. Or probably in the streets of Japan where lights would replace stars in the skies and have a lovely Starbucks while being on-the-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or probably be at Korea with a plastic bag filled with Korean Drama CDs like Coffee Prince, Boys over Flowers, A Love to Kill etc. Sorry but I can't stop being such a fan girl! Hehe... Besides that, I wished that I have back my laptop so that during the next school holiday I'll be playing lots of games! I really want to play dota. My sister's has played it before. I used to watch her and my brother play WC before but since I was little kid, I couldn't understand a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I wanna level up my level 42 Cleric and become a level 70 priest or get a freakking fourth job! Yea, yea... A bit of a MapleStory gamer here. I really wanna play dota or any other online games I could find. AuditionSEA is TOO big. It's more than 1 GB. -______-" Not 02Jam, it's limited for Philippines gamers only. I wonder if there are any good games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims 2 is so damn boring. I played the college, night club (I think that was the name) and the regular edition. Honestly, it was boring. Besides games, I also enjoy art. Boy, I would love to get my hands on some airbrushes! AH! They're wonderful and I seriously want to use them!! I've been craving to own some Copic Markers, more white gel pens and paint! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take painting lessons to know how to paint a proper canvas. Or get myself a tablet and use Adobe Photoshop like crazy! Oh, Adobe Photoshop CS2 is my favorite. Not sure about CS3 though. Hmm... I want copic markers, damn it! I wonder if they sell those in Malaysia. Dang! I want Prisma color pencils as well. Stabilo doesn't have the good colours I need. Faber-Castell is my favorite brand. I seriously want a set of Prisma colour pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the latest of Fast and the Furious. I wanna own the DVD of Golden Compass after I've watched it. I wish they had the Extended Versions of LoTR but I don't think they sell those anymore. I wonder if they are going to turn one of Trudi Canavan's books into a movie. Ah! I'll be surely to buy the first ticket. Hehehe... I only the first chapter of Inkheart but too bad I can't buy any books for now. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here my ramblings ends. I hope I did not bore you with all my interests or obsessions. But I just feel so hyper tonight. XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6876266052722230241?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6876266052722230241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6876266052722230241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6876266052722230241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6876266052722230241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-in-my-heart.html' title='The Life in my Heart'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-666412239379067174</id><published>2009-04-25T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:21:32.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>Sort of Tagged...?</title><content type='html'>I found this somewhere in the net. But I accidentally closed the page and somehow I can't enter into my History list to find the page. Oh, well. Since I *sorta* got tagged by that person, I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to poke people who are ticklish or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kuat-melatah&lt;/span&gt;. 8D&lt;br /&gt;2. I would usually slouch whenever I walk around.&lt;br /&gt;3. If someone gets on my nerves/bad side (during first impressions), I can be bitchy or arrogant towards them.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a very forgetful person.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I tend to read books while hanging upside down on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to pinch my friends' cheeks. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;7. I tend to notice the little things on people. (e.g: dirt in their hair or paper on their faces) - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it is weird in some way -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love sleeping with my iPod on and playing. (No wonder my earphones &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cepat rosak&lt;/span&gt;! =_=)&lt;br /&gt;9. I loved eating bread with cheese and strawberry/blueberry jam. Hehe... yummy~&lt;br /&gt;10. I sorta like to stare at guys who have nice eyebrows. (Sorry, Shahidan... You're not included..) =____="&lt;br /&gt;11. Sometimes 8 hours of sleep isn't enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm good in english but I suck in my native language! -___- AHH!&lt;br /&gt;13. I cry a lot. Especially at night. (Yeah, a lot of my friends don't believe it)&lt;br /&gt;14. I think it's very attractive if guys has long, straight and slender fingers.&lt;br /&gt;15. Technology has taken over my social life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged&lt;br /&gt;1 - 10. NOBODY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-666412239379067174?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/666412239379067174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=666412239379067174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/666412239379067174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/666412239379067174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sort-of-tagged.html' title='Sort of Tagged...?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3285878605590058729</id><published>2009-04-25T17:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:25:47.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Wall'/><title type='text'>Pictures everywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLeUwUiwKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LRB6g1YDG8Y/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLeUwUiwKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LRB6g1YDG8Y/s320/DSC01939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328565757282533538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Lazy Glow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the lamp in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supposed-to-be story: &lt;/span&gt; -None-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLdSewHHLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oIds84CWs2g/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLdSewHHLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oIds84CWs2g/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328564618694958258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the sofa in my living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supposed-to-be story:&lt;/span&gt; In the eyes of a person wondering why a certain person isn't there. Hence, the sofa and the light. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLdSHZsrmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/O4l4uj7QEfs/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLdSHZsrmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/O4l4uj7QEfs/s320/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328564612426935906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Let Them Bloom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The fake flowers next to my lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supposed-to-be story:&lt;/span&gt; -None-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLhjEPnQHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NVqQkYRg8yI/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLhjEPnQHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NVqQkYRg8yI/s320/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328569301683617906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Afternoon nap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My cat!&lt;/span&gt; (To Sharifah, he's sexy. To me, he's awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supposed-to-be story: &lt;/span&gt;Just another typical nap for cats. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLhiyZc44I/AAAAAAAAAaM/OwRTWSOni6Q/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLhiyZc44I/AAAAAAAAAaM/OwRTWSOni6Q/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328569296893043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Night Isn't Clear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The view of Kampung Sungai Kayu Ara at the back of my house.&lt;/span&gt; (This is what happens when you have shaky hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supposed-to-be story:&lt;/span&gt; Probably someone drunk in the middle of the night or someone who doesn't know what to expect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want those type of good photography cameras! I'm jealous that Kim Yoong has one XP. My one is sucky and always runs out of batteries! Ah, annoying! I hate to change the batteries because it's non-rechargable. An IXUS camera could be cool. Overall, I can't wait to see my cousin, Ilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Behind these Earphones-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3285878605590058729?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3285878605590058729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3285878605590058729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3285878605590058729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3285878605590058729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-everywhere.html' title='Pictures everywhere...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SfLeUwUiwKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LRB6g1YDG8Y/s72-c/DSC01939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8038775303129262468</id><published>2009-04-25T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:02:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.O.W</title><content type='html'>I've read from Rhonwyn's blog about Susan Boyle. I have to admit I was shocked as well. She seems quite ugly and she's 47 years old. But when she opened her mouth to sing, I was horrified that she'll sound like a toad. But no, she was an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;Susan Boyle's Performance!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be a complete joke at first. Even some of the audiences were laughing and cringing at her. I honestly thought she looked like a grandmother. But when I heard her sing, my expression was just like Simon's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, "do not judge a book by it's cover". And that is true. She had a big voice and as soon as she sang, you could see that almost everyone stood up on their feet to clap. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tata!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8038775303129262468?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8038775303129262468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8038775303129262468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8038775303129262468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8038775303129262468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='W.O.W'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4089511043722441392</id><published>2009-04-21T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:45:39.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Don't You Get Tired?</title><content type='html'>Honestly, don't you get tired of these sufferings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired to be called stupid for doing something you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of hearing someone say that you'll be a thief for lying to something that you don't dare to answer?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of hearing people say that you're useless?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired to wait for someone to smile at you when you know that's impossible to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of being treated like you're invisible?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of being knocked on the head because they say you did something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired that you're always the one to blame no matter what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired wishing that the person will love you unconditionally but they never will?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of hearing people of how much they want to change or perfect you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired crying every night for almost every bad word they called you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired that you cry your heart out but nobody cares?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of hiding in your room so that no one will hear or see you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired for curling into a ball on your bed to pull yourself together?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of the fact that you have to hide this secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get tired of having to deal with it on a daily basis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;strong&gt;I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Out-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4089511043722441392?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4089511043722441392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4089511043722441392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4089511043722441392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4089511043722441392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-get-tired.html' title='Don&apos;t You Get Tired?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6519895190497059276</id><published>2009-04-17T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:53:24.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked in Love</title><content type='html'>Was just visiting around my former teacher's blog (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss Sahaniza's&lt;/span&gt;) and read one of her previous posts. Shoot, I'm tagged. *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;   2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;   3. You must write that song's name down no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;   4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If someone says "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Like This - Natasha Bedingfield feat. Sean Kingston. (o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss - Holly Valance (what the *toot*?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Goodbye - Chris Brown (oh, hell! Please don't remind me about the past!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry (wth!! WTF!!! LMAO!! *can't... stop... laughing!!!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade You - Beyonce feat. Jay Z. (Lol... At least that made sense, I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This Life - Delta Goodrem (o.o... That was weird. But Delta Goodrem is awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance? - High School 3 (dot, dot, dot.... Next, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me - Lifehouse =') (Aww....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Nothing - Sean Kingston feat. The DEY &amp; Juelz Santana (Omg.. I'm so stupid!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Find You - Jonas Brothers. (o____o uh, that's absolutely weird!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis Princess - BoA Kwon (o__o A guy... as an Atlantis Princess. Gross!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me - P. Diddy feat. Christina Aguilera (huh???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain - BACK-ON! (A hubba-what??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Confessions of A Broken Heart - Lindsay Lohan (*sighs* Quite true. If only he knows how I feel..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfaithful - Rihanna (what the heck... *wonders*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's No You - Jesse McCartney (lol... Still, very sweet. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inori (Prayer).. You Raise Me Up - Lena Park... (*wishes that would happen* X(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do It Well - Jennifer Lopez (*lmao*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait For You - Elliot Yamin (More 'aww's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Stupid - SS501 (That's crazy, man!! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How will you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy - Beyonce (LMAO! ROFL! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the one thing you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little Too Not Over You - David Archuleta (Oh, great. *feeling blue already*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Boy - Beyonce feat. Sean Paul (LOL!! ROFL! Oh, my gosh... That is so... stupid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What - Pink (lol...lol... true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will you ever get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go - 3 Doors Down (wow.. that's deep, man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What scares you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mi. Go - SHINee. (Huh? Why should I be scared of "a beauty that could bring sufferings? Well, I think I should be scared. Wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Again - Kelly Clarkson. (That's so cruel!! *sobs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken - Seether feat. Amy Lee. (o_o *turns away*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live - Jesse McCartney. (True, true... Very true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked in Love - James Baum (*sighs* *sob* *sighs*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6519895190497059276?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6519895190497059276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6519895190497059276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6519895190497059276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6519895190497059276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/locked-in-love.html' title='Locked in Love'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4152455289222919974</id><published>2009-04-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:28:07.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>This week is one of the worst I had in my entire sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to burst out my fire already. I can't concertrate during Geography class even though I desperately want to so that I won't have to be constantly feeling sad plus anger when my dad babbles to me about how I should stop 'drawing', rubbing it in my face by saying that art is useless. (Swears *censored*) I can't believe ML has changed for the worst and now I officialy dislike and will no longer act as if she's ever been my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to know that a 'friend' I know is moving to Vietnam and I probably not gonna see him anytime soon. Guilty because I used to like his best friend, whom is giving me a very hard time. Confused of why I liked 'him' even though I know I'm not his type and knowing he'll graduate next year. Angry that my dad keeps messing up my brain by saying I should stop drawing for the sake of my studies, which I know I'll break apart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy because I'm constantly thinking too much that I know my brain is going to explode. Desperately wishing that I could just pass out and get sick for a few days. Tired because of all this shitty stress wrecking my brain cells and almost 'dead' because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Out-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4152455289222919974?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4152455289222919974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4152455289222919974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4152455289222919974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4152455289222919974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4553732741391430484</id><published>2009-04-10T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:08:55.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>To Nia Ma</title><content type='html'>Be grateful that I'm managed to post this up for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nia Ma (whatever your stupid name is),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are a mindless coward because you don't dare to say that you hate me so much in front of my face. It proves to everyone that you are a chicken. I dared you twice and all you do is chicken out by saying "fuck you" through the net. Well, do you know what I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;specifically do not care&lt;/span&gt; if you hate me so much that your stomach wants to explode. I also do not give a damn if you have a completely sucky life or you're having some deranged mental problems! I just think you're just a person whose trying to get on my nerves. Well, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forget it!&lt;/span&gt; Because trust me, it will do you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no effin' good!&lt;/span&gt; You'll probably get some angry sparks from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It's not like you've just become a queen or some famous celebrity. No, you're just a nobody. As a nobody, you surely have better things to do than harassing people who you hate for no effin' reason. I mean, I don't know who the hell are you! Here you come, randomly harassing me in my blog. If I did something wrong to you, admit it to my face! What's so hard about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do see me as a threat, I'm very flattered. But that doesn't mean that you have to harass me online. You got a life? Good! Which means you certainly a LOT of better things to do that stalking people. Then, here's my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Live your life properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave me. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Yz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4553732741391430484?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4553732741391430484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4553732741391430484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4553732741391430484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4553732741391430484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-nia-ma.html' title='To Nia Ma'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-307498000854437738</id><published>2009-04-10T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:00:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>If you see a guy at my school, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy with a friendly face, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy whose extremely nice, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy who is considerably tall, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy always around his friends, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy listening to music after school, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy whose called gay, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy who acts gay but not really gay, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy constantly being bullied, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;If you see me with him, you'll think I'll like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; He's not Form 1, Form 2, Form 3, Form 4 nor Form 5. Probably not a Form 6 as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's certainly not that Changmin look-alike guy, Steven.&lt;br /&gt;-XD-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-307498000854437738?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/307498000854437738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=307498000854437738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/307498000854437738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/307498000854437738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5941130721287917569</id><published>2009-04-10T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:27:55.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Naive One'/><title type='text'>A bit Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am feeling a wee bit sentimental now. I still remembered that time when I went to Kuantan several weeks ago. Boy, I sure missed the big salty waves of Teluk Chempaka (or was it Chempedak?). I really had a great time but I wished I could've spent it with my closest friends from school. Boy, that sure would be wonderful. =( But what I miss most of that wonderful journey was &lt;strong&gt;gazing at the stars at night&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was around the countryside, there is less pollution in the air comparing to the cities. There were not many clouds anywhere so around nine o'clock; the sky was clear with a LOT of stars. It was really a lot, I swear. Honestly, I had always wished that I had seen stars but its a rare occasion to see them in BU. Even if there were stars, it'll be at least about five to six stars. The cluster of stars I saw at the Kuantan countryside were more than thirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not count but I estimated it was around that value. XD I felt like a little kid because I've always loved stars since I was five years old. I recalled the last time I gazed at stars was when I was still a little kid around six when my old house at Kuantan was near a beach. (Yes, I had a house near the beach! XD) I sat on this large log with my long evening gown grazing against the clean sand. (It was clean before). I loved watching the stars twinkle above me. I think there was more than seventy stars I saw in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a little kid at that time, I grinned childlishly. I sometimes really missed my young days as a kid. That makes it almost nine years since I last saw the stars! Wow.... I can't believe it was that long. However, it was a really lovely sight to see a big number of twinkling little stars in the sky. But too bad my camera could not capture that beautiful moment because the stars were too small to be captured. It's really awful that nobody notices them. Stars are like the most beautiful thing that you could see but hey, people are becoming more ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't care about the Earth anymore. The numbers of people who do care are beginning to get lesser and lesser. I stared at the stars for at least an hour and I hated the fact that my neck was terribly aching like hell. I wished I could've seen it longer but I was too sleepy that I fell asleep almost instantly. But it was worth it. I just wished that I could see stars like that from my window every night. What more better is sharing that sight with someone you love. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I'm beginning to sound cheesy. XP Argh, silly me. I just want to lay on the thick dry grass and gaze at the stars. I sometimes can't believe I have this silliness in me. I should've name my blog "That Silly Girl" XP. Hehe, nah... That would make me feel even sillier. Oh, silly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A little girl at heart-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5941130721287917569?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5941130721287917569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5941130721287917569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5941130721287917569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5941130721287917569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/bit-sentimental.html' title='A bit Sentimental'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1271212267016182290</id><published>2009-04-05T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:29:55.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>"Why Did I Fall in Love With You?"</title><content type='html'>The morning was almost perfect. The sun was glaring brightly, everyone were gathering on the muddy school field. Amanda sat on one of the red plastic chairs underneath the white tent sent nearby the tracks, where students were crowding around to witness the Tug-O-War. Childrens were cheering when Red House won against Yellow House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results rolled out. Red House won first place with 176 points with Yellow House and Blue points 168 and 167 points respectively. The competition was almost intense but nevertheless, everyone had a spectacular time. Amanda got up, hugged her friends before rain drizzled into the soil. She was about to leave but when she reached the gate, her tracks stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feathery feeling developed inside her chest and her mind felt cramped inside a box. He had to be here. She felt memories of last year fresh inside her head. She remembered when she last came to Sports Day, she missed out the chance to talk to him. She didn't want to regret for not saying goodbye to him, especially when he was about to move to Vietnam soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushed back. When she stood near the canteen, her eyes caught a glimpse of black hair and a very familiar face. Her mouth went dry and her face was erupted with colors. It's him. There he was, helping his family with the tent, pulling everything down one-by-one. She felt thrilled and scared at that very moment. Thrilled that she was able to see him again and scared that she'll broke into tears later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat on the bench... and prayed. Minute after minute passed by, achingly pinching the cockles of her heart. Her fingers twiddled with the hairband inside her pale hands. Her eyes were focused on him and him alone. She hardly noticed the boy flirting next to her, trying to catch her attention. She prayed and prayed, hoping being able to see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. When the last bag was packed, he brought it into the car. She got up and stood next to a pillar, her eyes glued to the silver car that was enough to fit at least 8 people. At one point, they both made eye-contact. Her heart fluttered with joy when he looked back at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It merely lasted for three seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he turned when his stern mother called him. He gulped and got into the car with his little brother following behind him. She wanted to rush over to him and embrace him tightly. She wanted to hold his hand and look into his eyes. She wanted to run up to him and kiss him. But no, she couldn't. If only she had that once chance to talk to him, she would be delighted until the day she died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. His little brother shut the door and the engine roared. Her heart ached with the usual feeling of a thousand needles mercilessly poking it. When his family drove off, she felt broken. She felt a voodoo doll, standing there so still that she felt as if a stranger can lift her up and place her in front of the shop for display. She turned her heel and walked slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, her heart crushed as if smashed by a hard big hammer. She broke apart. She ran, crying her eyes out and hanging onto the walls for support. She ran up to the place where she always adored him sitting at. It was his favorite place. She sat on his favorite spot, flinging her ballet flats away and hugged her legs. She sobbed loudly in her knees, regretting almost about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she was ignorant to notice him throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting for not being able to smile or talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she should've said I love you instead of slapping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she could've talked to him for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she wasn't able to see him again for God-knows-how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that he was her first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she couldn't say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting that she might regret this for her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The End -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S: Based on a true-life event. So please don't bother asking me who experienced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1271212267016182290?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1271212267016182290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1271212267016182290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1271212267016182290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1271212267016182290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-did-i-fall-in-love-with-you.html' title='&quot;Why Did I Fall in Love With You?&quot;'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8689124838659842287</id><published>2009-03-28T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:03:37.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored. Did this for fun! Active blog moments.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The rules: - Link to your tagger and post these rules. List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (8) people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to sleep with music playing on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys ask me where to get nice facial treatment. 0____0 (lol...)&lt;br /&gt;5. A girl once nearly kissed me... Eww, why did I even type that? (blank inside my head)&lt;br /&gt;6. I dislike roses, really I do. =_____="&lt;br /&gt;7. Clattering your teeth is fun. Dots!&lt;br /&gt;8. I want a huge one-year stock of BBQ flavour of Potato Chips now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. -&lt;br /&gt;2. -&lt;br /&gt;3. -&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;6. -&lt;br /&gt;7. -&lt;br /&gt;8. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First Name &lt;/span&gt;– Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt; - Yezzie Yas, Yz (pronunced as Yez), Four Eyes, Nicky or Nickel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name you wish you had &lt;/span&gt;- Probably Michelle Sapphire. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as &lt;/span&gt;– Jasmine (as in the Jasmine Super 5 rice brand) =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birthday &lt;/span&gt;- 11 December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birthplace &lt;/span&gt;– KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time of Birth &lt;/span&gt;– In the afternoon, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Single or taken &lt;/span&gt;- Single... (a bit bored of it *pouts*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zodiac sign&lt;/span&gt; – Saggitarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your Appearence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How tall are you &lt;/span&gt;– About 160 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wish you were taller &lt;/span&gt;– Slightly.. Wanna be taller than my mom! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eye color &lt;/span&gt;- Dark brown (it's not black, people! It's not possible to have black eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eye color you want &lt;/span&gt;– Green or Hazel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natural Hair color &lt;/span&gt;– Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Current Hair color &lt;/span&gt;– Dark brown (kena burn by the sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Short or long hair &lt;/span&gt;- Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color &lt;/span&gt;– Nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair &lt;/span&gt;– Uh, several months ago. I cut my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glasses or contacts&lt;/span&gt; – Glasses 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you wear make-up &lt;/span&gt;– I don't own any make up! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever had hair extensions &lt;/span&gt;– Hell, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paint your nails &lt;/span&gt;- Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the opposite gender-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What color eyes &lt;/span&gt;– Green (kalau boleh lah pon...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What color hair&lt;/span&gt; - Brown or black - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that suits with green eyes &lt;/span&gt;- (goes gaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shy or Outgoing –&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.... Outgoing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sexy or Cute&lt;/span&gt; - =O! Cute! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Serious or Fun &lt;/span&gt;– A bit of both... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Older or Younger than you&lt;/span&gt; – Of course older than me! (I like older guys.. XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A turn on&lt;/span&gt; - Good manners, smart, kind-hearted and bold -those guys yg berani buat first move- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A turn off &lt;/span&gt;- Smoker, playboy, rempit, overly-arrogant and drug addict. (All those bad stuff you could think about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This or that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flowers or Chocolates &lt;/span&gt;- Chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke &lt;/span&gt;- Sprite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rap or Rock &lt;/span&gt;– Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Relationship or One night stand &lt;/span&gt;– Eww... Relationships of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;School or Work&lt;/span&gt; - SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love or Money &lt;/span&gt;– Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movies or Music &lt;/span&gt;- Both, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Country or City &lt;/span&gt;– City, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunny or Rainy days &lt;/span&gt;– Probably a bit of both... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends or Family &lt;/span&gt;- WTF! O_____o Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lie &lt;/span&gt;– Yes... Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stole something &lt;/span&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smoked &lt;/span&gt;- No and Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hurt someone close to you &lt;/span&gt;– Yes X__X *feels bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broke someone's heart&lt;/span&gt; - I don't think so.. *thinks back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had your heart broken &lt;/span&gt;- Twice... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you &lt;/span&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess&lt;/span&gt; - Nope. I hate following through traditions or rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liked someone who was taken &lt;/span&gt;– I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shaved your head &lt;/span&gt;- No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Used chopsticks&lt;/span&gt; - Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself &lt;/span&gt;– Hehe, syok sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorites-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flower &lt;/span&gt;– I really don't know! No, I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; – Cadbury Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Song &lt;/span&gt;– It's "Konna ni Chikaku de" by Crystal Kay. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scent &lt;/span&gt;- Lavender... woooooohhhhh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Color &lt;/span&gt;- Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movies &lt;/span&gt;- Pirates of the Carribean, Peter Pan, Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, The Mummy (plus The Mummy Returns) and Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Singer &lt;/span&gt;– (For now) DBSK, SHINee, Wonder girls and David Archuleta. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word &lt;/span&gt;– Uh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Junk food &lt;/span&gt;– Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Website &lt;/span&gt;– DeviantArt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location &lt;/span&gt;– Korea or Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt; - Cat! (And I have my smexy cat, Fluffy!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Misc-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever cried over someone &lt;/span&gt;- A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself &lt;/span&gt;– Yes, my temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you think you're attractive &lt;/span&gt;- Alamak, nanti perasan pulak! I'm not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose&lt;/span&gt; – Its better not to live in a fairytale because you got no life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you play any sports &lt;/span&gt;– Only dancing and running, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You! Yeah, I mean you! You've just been tagged! XP HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8689124838659842287?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8689124838659842287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8689124838659842287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8689124838659842287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8689124838659842287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='BORED!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-9013770812635807383</id><published>2009-03-28T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:31:41.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator.......</title><content type='html'>I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;. I've got more than six drawings that I owe to my friends and two commissions which I also owe to my friends. Sandy Loh! Give me back my friggin' pendrive!!! I need my DBSK songs! T_________T And I need my iPod! Dad, buy me the friggin' earphones! Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I walked back home with a good friend of mine. I don't quite remember when it was, I'll see if I can remember when it was later. No, I'm not mentioning if its a he or a she. Go figure yourself. When we were about to get to my house, a question escaped my friend's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you like him?&lt;/span&gt;" My friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EH?!&lt;/span&gt;" I was shocked. That was certainly something out of the blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I answered... "Erm, well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Hehe.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: I just typed 'Hehe' for the fun of it. LOL! Sweat, I know..., -,-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S: You can visit my art at &lt;a href="http://serinax.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://serinax.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-9013770812635807383?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/9013770812635807383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=9013770812635807383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/9013770812635807383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/9013770812635807383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastinator.html' title='Procrastinator.......'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2252165026201634057</id><published>2009-03-25T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:09:40.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Korean Mania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VQz2AGRR0A&amp;feature=related"&gt;Gee, gee, gee, gee! Baby, baby, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Gee, gee, gee, gee! Baby, baby, baby! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, who knew that song is very funny... and addictive! o_o... Look, I'm no fan of So Nyeo Shi Dae but I do have to say that 'Gee' is a strangely addictive song about a girl falling in love for the first time. To you ladies who've experienced your first love, I think you would remember those days where you gotten a bit girlishly flirty and somehow regretting about it at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wouldn't say the song is really a good song. I can say its okay and its like one of those addictive songs like Beyonce's "Single Ladies!" song that kept repeating in your head. Minho from SHINee was in the video! Ah, gawsh! He's so handsome... but poorly, he doesn't know how to act very well. Instead of being shocked to see lipstick kisses on his poster of Employee of the Month, he looked rather... disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I remembered the whole dance. Honestly, it was very easy to remember but... its such a lala dance! Please tell me you know what I mean by 'lala' because it is lala! It made me flinch after seeing the whole dance version but I thought it was okay but they could've done better. But to other Korean fans (like Cassiopeians and E.l.f's) they were too lazy to actually coreograph a dance. But I'm not here to talk crap about So Nyeo Shi Dae but one thing, they're a bit drama queen-ish. You know like causing drama and always wanting attention. You probably can see it in 'Gee'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth... 0__________0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qWp1p1cpE0"&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Naega naega naega munjuh&lt;br /&gt;Nehgae nehgae nehgae bbajuh bbajuh bbajuh party baby!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sorry" by Super Junior is quite good as well. I thought it was a bit funny at first because when they sang 'naega', I thought they sang 'naked'. I went like 0______0! After listening to it a bit, I thought it was a really catchy song. The dance was easy but really cool. I only remembered the chorus part dance because it seemed like the coolest part of the whole dance. I'm not such a fan of SuJu or SNSD yet but actually I liked Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly if I had the chance to migrate to anywhere, it would be South Korea. Definitely not North Korea. I pity the kids there! They still don't know that Neil Armstrong has landed on the moon and they have no effing TV! Whenever the people are suffering from diseases, they worship the frikkin' Prime Minister who actually HARDLY does a thing for his country. Damn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely love to go Korea. It would be a nice place to stay at, especially when its close to Japan, one of my other favorite countries. I might get to see my favorite Korean bands! Ah!! And learn korean! Wah, that could be great, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta bounce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;-Yz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2252165026201634057?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2252165026201634057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2252165026201634057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2252165026201634057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2252165026201634057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/korean-mania.html' title='Korean Mania!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1352077451667807769</id><published>2009-03-24T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:53:46.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>School Drama VII</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's one of the times where friends grew apart and people change, some for the better and some for worse. Just how worse can high school be? Aiyo, I can't take it anymore. So, here's the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML, who is K's former best friend, has turned her back to her previous close friends -- like K for example. She's noticed the changes in her friend's attitude. Before... ML was a pretty nice person who had a temper but now, K hated the new ML. ML has turned into a bitch and her head has gone up way above the sky -- for short, she thinks everything is about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right! (Insert sarcasm) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML is constantly flirting with a lot of the Form 6 students like N, C and several other people like A and JH. K really felt disgusted by her attitude and couldn't help but be completely angry at ML. Then, ML has become more and more... hot-tempered and a bit bitchy like never before. K reckoned the reason was because ML is craving for a boyfriend. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke! ML is honestly a very violent girl and of course, what kind of guy would want a girl so overly violent? Notice the word 'overly' is inserted and its not crap, it's true. ML also began to forget and ignore her friends, which are actually one of the right kind of people who she should be friends with. Urgh! Here's one proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was sitting between ML and JN during Science. ML began cursing of how close she was of getting an A for exam. JN joked, calling her 'The Green Goblin'. K thought it sounded a bit silly because ML is not some green alien landed on earth but she nearly laughed at that part because JN is known for his funny jokes. ML heard and got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, you ah..." She looked at them, pointing at K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, what? I didn't do anything. He commented it first," K defended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML clicked her tongue. "What la... You're also not better than him." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who wouldn't be so damned pissed off about that! K was furious, feeling her patience losing because she has been through with ML's rotten attitude for more than a year but it seems to have gotten. Whenever someone pisses ML off, she'll curse about that person in Chinese thinking that the person is SO STUPID to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But K was no stupid. She was able to figure out some few words of ML's cursing by herself but being ML's best friend, she held back. No, K thought. She knew that ML had no right to say that she was not better than JN because she doesn't know her for THAT long. K's other best friend, S, has known her for 8 years and K doesn't mind what S says about her. But not ML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering about ML's cursing, she backfired with the same strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat kau special sangat ke? Patutla tak de kawan." She said, fighting the urge to punch ML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML was devastated of course because she THINKS that no one would dare to fight back against her. K wasn't going to be treated like a dog. So, she got up for her seat and continued her way to S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" ML called out, obviously angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patutla kau pun tak de boyfriend." K said again, ready to burst like a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on, K sweared to never be treated that way by someone she barely really knows. ML was certainly a bitch, indeed. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aside from that crap. I had a blast today! I ran 1500 metres and got 2nd place unexpectedly! Around the last few fifty metres, I was close to fainting because I felt exhausted. Then, I heard someone cheering like, "Go Biru! Cepat ah, biru!" So that gave me spirit and I ran, really really ran! I shocking pecut! I was so shocked myself because a second ago I was so tired and suddenly I had energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I pecut my friend and was behind my friend Thiviya who got first place but I knew I couldn't defeat Thiviya but I was extremely proud of myself. I felt good because I wasted all my energy and I had a lot of fun. I knew I was falling behind because I had no support while the others were getting so much support from strangers. Like, "Go kuning! Cepat hijau! Go rumah Merah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to thank the girl who cheered for me but I didn't see her face. Whoever she was, I would desperately want to say to her 'Thank you for cheering for me!' I felt extremely happy and what shocked me most was I pecut! It could be the sudden support I got and probably Allah's sudden help. Alhamdulillah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm grinning like mad and I feel really, really good! I felt extremely that the 'bitch' was not there because I would love to crush her face later if she had won! URGH!!! I'm effin' pissed off by that whore! F**K her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough swearing, time for bye-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;-Yz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1352077451667807769?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1352077451667807769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1352077451667807769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1352077451667807769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1352077451667807769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-drama-vii.html' title='School Drama VII'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3009223453641920778</id><published>2009-03-16T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:57:09.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Yay! The holidays is here... for a week. =_=!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happens around the holidays. I plan to hitch at my cousin's house because she's going back to asrama and I don't wanna lose my chance to squash her into liquid! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were quite okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and BM were a struggle. KH and Sejarah were OK but still a bit struggle. BI, good enough. Agama, a wee bit anxious. Seni, manage to hit it. Geography was OK as well. I nearly forgot to bring my protractor that morning. Phew! Science was a bit easy because there was a lot from Form 2 instead of Form 1. I'm not looking forward to see my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on an outing with Xian Jing, Min Li, Brian, Chun Li and Jia Ling yesterday at OU. Honestly, it was a total waste of time. We couldn't do anything there except eat and walk around. What disgusted me most about the fact I was the only Malay there and the only one who doesn't know how to speak Chinese. Fuck... I wanna go out on a real outing, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go on an outing with Sue Ann, Jillian, Sandy, Letisha or anyone who knows me well and of course knows how to speak English without having to calling me a 'nerd' in front of my face. Fuck. I hardly talk to Min Li nowadays and Xian Jing was busy dating her boyfriend and I don't really know Brian and Jia Ling. I regretted for going on that pointless outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go out with a group of friends and people who I trust because I HARDLY go to OU so I could get lost very easily. Some 'friends' la... &gt;__&gt; That's why I sometimes don't trust people around my age. Urgh! Its better to go around with people who are trustworthy. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the first ramblings I have for this holiday. Now I seriously can't wait to go back to school. (Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ciao!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3009223453641920778?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3009223453641920778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3009223453641920778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3009223453641920778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3009223453641920778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2653565259471788784</id><published>2009-03-06T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:59:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild Attention</title><content type='html'>Ah! Tak nak exam! I effin' hate Mathematics and Sejarah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ilah, oi! You still haven't called me! You moron! I'll kill you when I see you during the holidays! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I lost my head. No, seriously. I think I did. It's so hard to study! I can't concertrate. Dahlah my right calf tengah cramp sekarang ni! Stupid PJ teacher. She made me naik turun bangku for three minutes and my friend, Sandy, had to count my pulse for a minute. They say the lesser, the better. o.0 What the heck? After Sandy had counted my pulse for a minute, she said my heart was pumping at least 82 times. Yeah, right. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that the bloody crappy Blue House teacher (which I really don't know) had signed up my name for 4 x 400 meters. Honestly, I'd rather do it alone sometimes. Yes, I'm a bit of loner and I would do things pretty much alone. But it saves you big trouble when cooperating with slow-minded people. No offense. Then, I joined 1500 meter which is creepy. But hey, I hope my merentas desa spirit is still pumping because I haven't exercise for... weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths memang susah, my head keeps getting tangled everytime we do revision. When it comes to square numbers, instead of multiplying them twice... I multiplied them with the number 2. How smart I am, right? -.-" Nevertheless, Sejarah teacher Mister Baha is giving me goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he can't wait to see our frikkin' results after we were called as the Dirtiest Class. Twice, some more. Sigh... Still single, slightly loving it even though there are times I get a sick feeling in my stomach everytime I see couples passing by. But I'm fine being single because you don't get any stupid heartbreaks. Well, at least for now. I hope I can write more and draw more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Studies first! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ciao!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2653565259471788784?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2653565259471788784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2653565259471788784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2653565259471788784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2653565259471788784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mild-attention.html' title='Mild Attention'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3864323956243223121</id><published>2009-02-27T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:11:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>God, I miss Ilah. Oi, moron! Call me lah, bodoh! You couldn't imagine how anxious I was to wait the phone ring and hear your stupid yet kiddish voice! Wasuranaide, baka! Sigh.. Exams are coming and I can't wait for the holidays! I'm glad that I can hang out with a very old friend. I miss you, Farhanah! Hope you're doing well at BU3 with Alya. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... now, Ilah's at sekolah asrama! I miss talking and having you around even though we hardly contacted each other last year. Stupid freakkin' school! I knew I should've cherished time better now than never. Sekarang, &lt;em&gt;aku tengah bengang ni kat sekolah.&lt;/em&gt; All my close friends are seem to be avoiding me. But no matter, no matter. This holiday, I'll blast my ass off with Farhanah and Ilah! (Tak sabar nak tengok Ilah again! I'm SO GONNA GLOMP YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I HATE EXAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3864323956243223121?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3864323956243223121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3864323956243223121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3864323956243223121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3864323956243223121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2454851905605115368</id><published>2009-02-19T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:41:58.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Oi!</title><content type='html'>Oi, Ilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm gonna miss you moron! I'm so gonna miss your annoying and crooked little teeth and stomach-aching jokes no matter how stupid they seem! I can still remember when I ran into you and you broke your nose. Haha! (Sighs) The good days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Amirul kena 'car accident' at Bandung, we both unexpectedly said "Did you hear something" simultaneously before we went crazy by laughing our arses off. Boy, we were morons. Ah! I wish I can see you every month and squash you into liquid for leaving me alone! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me a number that I can contact you with and I'll call you until you become deaf! Hehe... Leave the number as a comment in this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, don't forgot to miss me too, idiot! Sayonara, baka. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2454851905605115368?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2454851905605115368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2454851905605115368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2454851905605115368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2454851905605115368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/oi.html' title='Oi!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8141906861476627296</id><published>2009-02-18T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:19:36.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>School Drama Part VI</title><content type='html'>I just love Nodame Contabile's ending soundtrack, "Konna ni Chikaku de..." which was sung by Crystal Kay.  I love the lyrics, especially "You don't understand, I'm so in love with you!" It's a really cute song. And boy, she sure does have a voice. She's African-American plus Korean. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can speak fluent English and Japanese, even currently learning French. She is so cool but too bad she doesn't speak Korean even though her mother is a Korean. I recommend you listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoLnyly-wvA"&gt;Nodame Contabile Ending Theme by Crystal Kay - Konna ni Chikaku de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I wanna share some school drama... again. This is the sixth post about School drama, man. Huhu... (sarcastic) Here's the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty but dimwitted girl &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt; is being show-offy about her migrating to another country in almost two years. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; gets pissed off at this because of her annoying character that makes her want to chomp off her head. A lan si boy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; has been a completely asshole and player recently that officialy ended his friendship with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; has been showing recent resentment to her 'best friend' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; and have been siding on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;, who hates &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; a lot. Then, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; is rumoured to like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;'s former classmate, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JN&lt;/span&gt;, has rejoicing sides with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; about this matter in order to tease &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; for the fun of it. Turns out that &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; is after &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;'s friend, &lt;strong&gt;LJ&lt;/strong&gt;. (Sigh) Such a womanizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;AW&lt;/strong&gt; completely hate &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; for lying too much! He boasts around, saying he's has coupled up with one of the prettiest girls in school. Hope he doesn't cross the line because &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; are getting pissed off to see his disgusting face. Blek! But here's the big news! Two-faced angel and devil, &lt;strong&gt;CC&lt;/strong&gt;, is getting her part of the bargain for bitchslapping! &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't help but to overhear their conversation in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy! They both were loving it. Looks like &lt;strong&gt;CC&lt;/strong&gt; has earn herself some scratches for having a bitchy mouth and an empty head which seems to have gone into the clouds! WOOHOO! Looks like &lt;strong&gt;Declaration of War &lt;/strong&gt;is on, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heads up!-&lt;br /&gt;Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8141906861476627296?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8141906861476627296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8141906861476627296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8141906861476627296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8141906861476627296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-drama-part-vi.html' title='School Drama Part VI'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3863327755503523338</id><published>2009-02-18T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:43:28.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An annoying fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZwPLy0xtmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VL-0qrL6h_A/s1600-h/2369928863_e88393339f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZwPLy0xtmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VL-0qrL6h_A/s320/2369928863_e88393339f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131156431713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Changmin-oppa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh! How can he be such a cutie?! He is so cute! Ah! Dong Bang Shin Ki Hwaiting! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! This is literally killing me! Seeing that annoying twin of Changmin plus Minho (yes, he looks a bit like Minho from SHINee) is torturing my mind. I can't stop staring at him. Boy, I'm beginning to sound like a stalker. Well that's a possibility that I could be a stalker with I get to see my favorite hot Korean boy bands around. But hey, it's difficult to see them since they are getting busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sighs) This sucks. But still, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday, Shim Changmin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3863327755503523338?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3863327755503523338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3863327755503523338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3863327755503523338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3863327755503523338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/annoying-fact.html' title='An annoying fact'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZwPLy0xtmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VL-0qrL6h_A/s72-c/2369928863_e88393339f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5436003346561591258</id><published>2009-02-15T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:45:03.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Obsession</title><content type='html'>Okay, no longer DBSK is my obsession but that doesn't make a difference. Why? Because I'm obsessed with Korean boy bands. In my own opinion, Koreans are better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mat salleh&lt;/span&gt;. No offense but I prefer Easterners than Westerners. Though Westerners have better songs but I just like the East Coast now. After my cousin infected me with SHINee's very catchy song called "A.Mi.Go." which is a shortened form of the phase about "encountering a beauty will make you suffer", my friend has been asking me about SHINee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm having a bad headache after trying to remember who are the members from their MVs which are "Noona is pretty" to "Love Like Oxygen". She likes to change her favorites from Kim "Key" Kibum to Minho then back to Key. Now, she's crazy over Minho. But my personal favorite is Taemin. He's so cute. &lt;3__&lt;3 And gosh, my head is bursting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend, I hate you for forcing me to remember all of the members in less than 2 hours. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;-Yas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5436003346561591258?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5436003346561591258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5436003346561591258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5436003346561591258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5436003346561591258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-obsession.html' title='Different Obsession'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1013640129476448484</id><published>2009-02-14T15:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:04:54.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Naive One'/><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Here's some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1O5FtyOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wXYWnV8NOw8/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1O5FtyOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wXYWnV8NOw8/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554509978749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Me, daydreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1OX0fMtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_Ne8-CxxJRY/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1OX0fMtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_Ne8-CxxJRY/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554501048120018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Me again...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1PQogJCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gAUYllakOFU/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1PQogJCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gAUYllakOFU/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554516298671138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My sister's wonderful and fancy watch* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ2XJUNeKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lj-zjJgX0Z0/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ2XJUNeKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lj-zjJgX0Z0/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302555751285094562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ2W6yIRZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MR4ErE4zXD4/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ2W6yIRZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MR4ErE4zXD4/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302555747384051090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1013640129476448484?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1013640129476448484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1013640129476448484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1013640129476448484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1013640129476448484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SZZ1O5FtyOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wXYWnV8NOw8/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7074794322985226913</id><published>2009-02-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:35:32.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Naive One'/><title type='text'>Going a Little Too Nuts</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit I'm going a wee bit crazy at the moment. Aiya, why is there always something wrong with my brain? It doesn't function well anymore! Gosh, I should really stop eating too much noodles. Too many MSG, which means more brain cells dying at each delicious slurp. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point. No, it's not about noodles. No. It's about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; guy I saw at school. I just hope that Ilah sort of doesn't read this because I know she'll kill me for this. One day, I was in the classroom along with my friends: Sandy, Letisha, Thiviya, Xian Jing and Min Li gathering at our little area somewhere on the right side of our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, Xian Jing suddenly said. "Steven's cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Who?" I asked, dumbfounded at her sudden comment that broke our silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letisha and I were busy drawing on our friend's hand.(Letisha drawing Thiviya's hand while I was drawing on Min Li's hand) while Sandy was reading this book about creepy murderers from the 19th century. All of us followed her gaze which was outside the window, which happened to be in front of us. There was a senior passing by and going to the boy's bathroom. I immediately recognized him. I've seen him before a lot of times but I didn't took notice of him until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my God." I gushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow." Min Li was in awe as well. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xian Jing chuckled. "Seriously, man, he's cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, he sure was cute. He was probably five feet four or five inches tall. Darkish brown hair, really. You can tell it's brown! He had a very lean figure, not muscular at all. But when I took in the details of his face, I was literally hanging my jaw. Oh, my god. He was super cute, man. (Annoying little boy-crazy girl mode) Honestly, he was one of the cutest boys you can find in my school. (Which has not many cute boys, at all. Trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all actually watched him. We &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freakking&lt;/span&gt; stared him. All of our eyes followed him from the dewan all the way to the stairs. I mean, seriously. We were obviously staring at him like mad. Then, me and Xian Jing broke into laughter. Boy, we looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my god. We're acting like stalkers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This looks like a Korean drama." I agreed with her before barking into laughter again. Boy, we did looked stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started admiring him. He was really someone to stare at. Honestly, for a very naive girl like me... I would go gaga instantly. Yes, I admit. I went gaga over him but I still love DBSK! (Stares at Yunho, drool dropping down from my mouth) Haha, kidding! But seriously, as soon as I saw him... something struck me with realization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ilah, if you're really reading this, prepare yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven actually looked a LOT like Changmin! Changmin-oppa from TVXQ!! AH!! I told Xian Jing and Min Li. They both seemed shocked at first but they agreed with me. He really did looked like Changmin, for real. He had the face structure just like Changmin. And I mean it, Ilah! He had the nice shaped eyes (but not the mismatched ones of Changmin's whenever he grins or smiles), his nose and the face was remarkably alike. But the difference was he had sort of those rosy red lips like Jaejoong and sweet small grin while Changmin had the cute pink ones and a really cute-yet-very-crooked grin. Boy, I'm overloading myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time whenever I got the chance, I would admire him for afar and go gaga about thinking of the resemblance. It's really remarkable! It's like seeing the real Changmin, only the shorter and a bit of Jaejoong-ish version. (the lips, I mean) I literally went nuts that I would jump like crazy. Argh, this is why I hate myself. He is so cute. Even another friend of mine from Amanah agreed he really looked like Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really shocked me that he's Form 3. I actually thought he looked like a Form 4 or Form 5. Argh, the resemblance of him and Changmin is ringing again. Changmin may be the youngest of TVXQ but he happens to be more mature than the others at times. Oh, my god. He is so cute... I think I made a fool out of myself on Wednesday. Drats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staying back after school with Min Li like we always do after school. We would hang around in the canteen and talk with our friends before going back home in time to prevent from kena scolding. That day, Rhonwyn had choir practice so she had to leave. She brought those Singaporean True Ghost Stories books (the black books with creepy cat eyes) and I decided to read it to waste my time since I don't want to go home so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Chee came around to talk a bit with me and Min Li before his Shinobi class. While I was reading, I couldn't help but stare at Steven who was playing basketball. Our basketball court is just right next to the canteen so you can see guys shooting some cool hoops every time after school. Steven was walking around and went to his bag, which was at the table in front of the one I'm sitting at. Idiotically, I stared at him. No, wait. To make it sound less fangirlish, we both sorta made eye-contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up from the book while he absentmindedly scanned the canteen. I stared at him, subconsciously admiring him in my head. But it didn't last very long but I guessed it enough for him to notice the hint. It probably lasted for two seconds. Then, I turned to Azril who called me and asked me a question which I forgot what it was. Surely, I did not blush but I can't help but mentally kicking myself on the head. I was thinking crap like, "Oh, no! He knows that I'm admiring him! Kuso!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm obsessive but I'm not entirely sure if its normal. It feels like having another version of my crazy first crush on I. back in primary school. Minus the *dotdotdot* and *dotdotdot*. I'm not gonna mention what it is but you figure it out. But warning, it's nothing perverted, unless if that's what your dirty minds were thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO! Almost kena caught by my mom. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne! &lt;br /&gt;-Yas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7074794322985226913?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7074794322985226913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7074794322985226913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7074794322985226913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7074794322985226913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-little-too-nuts.html' title='Going a Little Too Nuts'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5049938849370672109</id><published>2009-02-09T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:10:55.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Oh, my God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shenyuepop.com/2008/06/09/behind-the-scene-at-the-2008-dream-concert/"&gt;Behind The Scenes at 2008 Dream Concert!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you just gotta read that bloody post. I was literally hanging my jaw throughout the whole post. I thought, "What the fucking goddamned shit am I reading?" Honestly, it really disgust me... and made me laugh out loud. I really thought the whole "so-called" SNSD group a joke! They just seem so... urgh, disgusting. Especially that girl Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really shows that she's the demanding type which certainly nobody likes at all! I find them a big joke! Especially the utterly dimwitted and empty SNSD fanboys. Honestly, have you really lost your mind or you lost your mind after taking notice of SNSD? To me, SNSD just seem like people with pretty faces and nice legs. Yeah, right. (Inserts sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've seen better legs than theirs and surely much better people with better faces. If I could, I would've puked at them for being so mindless. They just came into the business without effort and obviously, they don't deserve it! What have they ever done to deserve fans, money, fame and a freaking spot in the 2nd biggest music industry in WORLD? The world, damn it! However, the SNSD fans were completely brainless as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the post, many other fans from ELF, SUJU along with CASSIOPEIA (DBSK's fanclub) were injured! Even the fangirls were rapped and beaten to death in the guts so that they can't get pregnant. I utterly felt pity for the fans who've been involved in these serious unfortunate events. It's scary and sad to see the fans get the beating for their own favorite artists. But SNSD and SNSD fans, I highly resent you and your stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what the media wrote about it as if nothing happened was shocking. They were supposed to post it up and show it to the world! Can't they see that SNSD fans were waving swiss knives around in front of other fanclubs and ripping off their banners?! WTF, people? It's irrational! If you resent a group of artists, at least keep your common sense functioning! You wouldn't simply rip off the banners or rape the fans or beat the bloody fucking crap out of them for the sake of YOUR favorite artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the more damage you do, the more damage that bloody fucking SNSD group will receive to their "so-called sexy" image. You disgust me to death! But the media and SUJU *probably* had a good reason why they tried to make things sound as if nothing happen was because... if the news were shown to the world, probably the rivalry between fanclubs would never end. Who knows that we might get Gaza War Number Two? Oh, Allah. What is happening to our world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I felt completely sorry for the fans who've been injured/raped/threatened by the SNSD fans. I couldn't imagine how would they feel like. It's really traumatic for them and it might takes decades for them to forget the ugly past. Seeings that other fanclubs besides Cassies were also a part of the drama made me feel completely stunned. I can't imagine how many bones were broken in this huge horrible drama. And I bet the artists (NOT INCLUDIND SNSD) didn't expect this huge controversy and feels bad for their fans for having to share the rough and gruesome bashing from SNSD's stupid, mindless, motherfucking and resentful "so-called" fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the next drama isn't so severe like this but what more can I do? It seems that people in this world are growing angrier and angrier by the minute. It's like one of those action/drama movies where anger covers the world like smoke? I guess our reality is turning into fantasy? What's next? Oh, right. The Gaza War... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama never seems to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5049938849370672109?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5049938849370672109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5049938849370672109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5049938849370672109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5049938849370672109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god_09.html' title='Oh, my God!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1675167925743636889</id><published>2009-02-09T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:11:51.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shucks!</title><content type='html'>(Plays with my fingers nervously and looks from left to right) Valentine's Day.... Valentine's Day.... Valentine's Day.... Valentine's Day.... Oh, my goodness. (Looks around again) This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that Valentine's Day is supposed to be the 'lovey-dovey' day where every boy goes all cliché by sending roses or chocolates to the girl of their dreams while the girls goes gaga and send love letters to their crushes or lovers. Boy, it's a sight to see people screaming with joy or relief. Hmm, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sempat lagi nak jeling-jeling mata&lt;/span&gt; at each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type who'd give away chocolates or love letters. Well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dulu pernah lah...&lt;/span&gt; But now, I guess not. Honestly, love is certainly something that you always wished you had but it bothers me to see many people being a little too crazy about it. For example, I had a friend who was a serious psycho. After a recent breakup with her boyfriend, she went ballistic and began scratching herself with a piece of sharp glass. Talk about emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stay long to be friends with her. Who knows her craziness is contagious? Well, it seems like it. Another close friend of mine did the same thing just to 'calm' herself after a so-called "serious" fight with her boyfriend. They surely takes the pain a bit too seriously. Sometimes you wonder what is going on in their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by a best friend of mine (Sandy), I'm the serious type. Sandy is also the serious type as well, which is why I respect her a lot. She doesn't mind the fact that she's single for her entire life and wow, she is sure an idol. She and I always think about these 'lovey-dovey' things seriously and don't take them so lightly. She seems to have less problems that I do. I tend to fall for guys a wee bit easily which sometimes I resent myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is usually never on my side in this way. Plus, I tend to be a little rough and cold towards guys if they got onto my wrong side. Those 'guys' who got onto my wrong side is those flirty, conceited, egoistic, arrogant, pathetic playboys. Seriously, I despise them. That's why my range of guy friends are a wee bit low. When reacting to guys who I don't know, if they tend to flirt around with me, I would flick them off or shout at them to leave me alone. I know, I'm a little bit rough about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it. I can't stand their stupid mindless winks or gestures. It really disgusts me. But to look at the positive side, it keeps away the "guys" that I pointed out before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to really shorten this long post is that.... I am officially and entirely not looking forward for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1675167925743636889?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1675167925743636889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1675167925743636889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1675167925743636889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1675167925743636889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shucks.html' title='Oh shucks!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-417458797552284397</id><published>2009-02-06T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:02:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Yunho-oppa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SYwz9k5yaUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9LW-UB2LQsU/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SYwz9k5yaUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9LW-UB2LQsU/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667994479323458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my school's Roadrun! Gosh, I was actually looking forward to it. And honestly, I'm not trying to boast but I was so proud of myself today because I managed to jog non-stop from school all the way to Centrepoint then continued non-stop as well until all the way to school. Here's some juicy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sue Ann and I were about to get pass by my primary school, I dropped my coupon and I panicked so I went searching for it. But I couldn't find it and noticed some Form 1 students cutting me down and I didn't want that to happen. I unexpectedly jog in long strides without feeling any pain or exhaustion from before. Then, I had a sneaky idea. I asked Sue Ann for her coupon and teared up a small piece of it (along with the school mark) to persuade the people at the Finish Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly, it worked. I owe you, Sue Ann, a really big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finished in 13th place while Sue Ann finished in 12th place. Good thing she didn't cry and I was so thrilled! Last year I got number 28 and I jumped up fifteen places. Cool! When receiving my medal, the bloody stupid Cikgu Izaar said Marcus' name instead of mine. Why? Because my number plate was the same as Marcus and oh, fuck! Don't these morons ever think? Oh fucking bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the category is named "Perempuan 2"! Perempuan-lah, man! All the sudden a guy's name appeared! How bloody airheaded can you fucking moronic teachers are? Huh? No wonder that students have went ballistic and rebellious nowadays! Oh, fuck you whores! However, I couldn't hear because moronic Form 6 guys were cheering so loud at the back. Then, I took my medal. Puan Ang asked me, "Where's Marcus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like. "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the truth revealed and I burst into loud eff bombs. I feel so bloody irritated and my friends would certainly understand that I'm hot-tempered. Gosh, I was sarcastically called "The Boy of the Day." Fuck.... Boy, it did pissed the bloody crap out of me. But to look at the bright side, I still got my effin' medal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YUNHO-OPPA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: I still hate you, Sue Ann, for sharing the same birthday with Yunho-oppa! Damn!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-417458797552284397?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/417458797552284397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=417458797552284397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/417458797552284397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/417458797552284397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SYwz9k5yaUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9LW-UB2LQsU/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4846134668304534171</id><published>2009-02-03T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:35:54.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>School Drama Part V</title><content type='html'>(Sighs)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Oh, bengangnye! Tak habis-habis ade drama ni. Hish, sakitnye kepala aku... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. J and WE are really dating each other. Oh, talk about betrayal between WE and her friend, K. K was sad but actually delighted that she wasn't in WE's shoes after realizing that J was actually a sweet-talker/player. And she wasn't surprise that he failed in his big exam and tumbled down to the forth lousiest class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took no sympathy to him. However, she still several problems along the line. Her former bestfriend/crush MA was being such an asshole upon realizing that he has so many admirers. She felt as if she was going to rip his head off and couldn't but sigh deeply. It was really annoying to hear about him. Besides that, she's been a bit lonely while sinking in the fact that she'll be single for the next several *possible* years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's getting the idea of losing her single status to search for a guy. Can she find one? Hopefully so but it better not be a conceited asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have in my pocket right now. Dad's been stressing the goddamned shit out of my brain to follow in their footsteps as being lame and boring engineers. Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peace out!-&lt;br /&gt;Yas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4846134668304534171?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4846134668304534171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4846134668304534171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4846134668304534171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4846134668304534171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-drama-part-v.html' title='School Drama Part V'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4983675345940819967</id><published>2009-01-31T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:17:04.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings of a Gamer'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I want my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want my laptop back so that I can do what the hell do I want like surf in DeviantArt a lot and do whatever crap you can think of! I wanna play Dota, MapleStory, AuditionSEA and The Settlers! Argh, I'm so lazy nowadays and looks like I still owe a LOT of people some art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe Jeremy Chee, Wei-En and Hasvini an art. I've been procrastinating for almost a year! Oh, my God! I'm such a big fat lazy ass. Someone please sue me, and I mean it. Sue me! (Sighs) Looks like my cousin, Ilah, isn't going to be around for awhile and I won't hear her oh-so-annoying laughter ringing in my ears. I will not miss her. I repeat, I will not miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I hope you can tel that I was lying. Of course, I'll miss her, damn it! (Sighs) I need some chocolate to stay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waras&lt;/span&gt;.... (Sighs again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4983675345940819967?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4983675345940819967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4983675345940819967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4983675345940819967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4983675345940819967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1475178661628621351</id><published>2009-01-26T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:44:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>Okay.... Here some wishes to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Kim JaeJoong oppa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, guys. You seriously and eternally cannot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deny&lt;/span&gt; that he's such a hottie! &lt;/span&gt;(Melts for the umpteenth time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SX1EPlWaJ0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/y5ps71wDAt8/s1600-h/jaejoong_20080110_popseoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SX1EPlWaJ0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/y5ps71wDAt8/s320/jaejoong_20080110_popseoul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463771372398402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(P.S: Can't wait for Yunho oppa's birthday! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(P.S.S: Also can't wait for Changmin oppa's birthday as well)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1475178661628621351?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1475178661628621351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1475178661628621351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1475178661628621351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1475178661628621351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SX1EPlWaJ0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/y5ps71wDAt8/s72-c/jaejoong_20080110_popseoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3032939762470952209</id><published>2009-01-22T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:22:35.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>School Drama Part IV</title><content type='html'>Ah, finally some drama, huh? Aiyoyo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this new girl name J and now, angelic-but-devilish C is already comparing her to her enemy, S. I heard from S, who is a very close friend of mine, said that C was mocking S and J -- She said something like, "Oh, J is the new evil twin of S." She inserted her absolute fake laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how fake can she be? -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my best friend ML told me another interesting event. When she was at the bookshop with XJ while talking with YF, C (also YF's friend) said the 'f' word aloud until everyone stared at her. Really, they stared. Plus, she didn't said the 'f' word as if to curse ML but like a very used word that she's been using for the rest of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the juciest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, K and WE were friends with JA -- who is a guy. However, even though JA wasn't close to WE before... they seemed to click almost immediately. They exchange numbers, take pictures of each other and laughed together blissfully. K felt a little lost between their friendship and secretly, she had unrequited feelings for JA. So, whenever she's around them, her heart dropped whenever they had fun together and somehow not noticing her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh... School drama is still running. The 'Declaration of War' seemed to have been put in a hiatus =(! But it's still good that no more drama buzzing around. Now, for my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV0HCXvdnGc&amp;hl=en&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/MV0HCXvdnGc&amp;hl=en&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;strong&gt;DONG BANG SHIN KI!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee! (Big Fan) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Seriously, how can you resist five so-hot-and-smoking-plus-mouth-watering Korean guys? Especially Yunho, JaeJoong, Changmin, Xiah and Micky?? (Blissfully fantasizing about meeting them one day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3032939762470952209?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3032939762470952209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3032939762470952209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3032939762470952209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3032939762470952209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-drama-part-iii.html' title='School Drama Part IV'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8580641490434566868</id><published>2009-01-08T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:08:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture Devices</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't exactly own a torture device but I happen to wear one at the moment. It's nothing brutal or morbid, juust some normal braces. I looking different a bit and I couldn't speak so well because I could feel the metal brushing against my lips and it's really annoying. However, what happened at school earlier made me feel strange at every time I remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to type it out here but I don't plan to since Rhonwyn might come and read it. She'll tease me at school. (Sighs) But still, I can't believe myself! I wish to commit suicide if my friends weren't stopping me. But the attention will soon to fade because I have turn into an ugly duckling just like Betty Suarez. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, these braces are so tight that it makes my teeth feel bigger and heavier. That's what people say, "Beauty is pain." Argh, great. (Insert sarcasm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8580641490434566868?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8580641490434566868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8580641490434566868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8580641490434566868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8580641490434566868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/torture-devices.html' title='Torture Devices'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4466681162466268826</id><published>2009-01-06T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:23:04.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>School Drama Part III</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's scary, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, completely untrue, right? You'd be saying, "No-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! School's damn fun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Why you go say its scary &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;?? Aiyo...."  Haha...(Insert sarcasm) Too bad, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usual say this to people but I hate big crowds. It's like being trapped inside a cage like a helpless rat. Even though my friends persuaded me to go into the canteen, I still get this ridiculous squishy feeling in my stomach. And seconds later, I lose my appetite. I know, weird... and fake? Possibly but I'll stick to my instincts. I should just grab a bread from home and eat somewhere no one can find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the stupidity of me. Haha... (Please insert sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was damn creepy. I paired off with Min Li and Xian Jing in a desperate search to find our friends but sadly, we couldn't see any of them. It was a really intimidating situation. There were so many seniors and very tall people. =_= (Note: That's why I hate being short) Just before everyone (yes, everyone) began to gather up at the assembly, I found Sandy with Sue Ann and her friend, Jillian. Sandy 'attacked' me with her bear hugs but I noted to her and myself that I'm no lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I like guys. ;P (Fangirl shouts in the background: "DONG BANG SHIN KI! SARANGHAEYO!"....) -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jillian, one of Sue Ann's closest friend. She's quite nice and understanding. She even knew much more of Sue Ann's behavior that had always troubled me that she was a two-faced person.(No offense, Sue... Really! Please forgive me!) But here's the big news. I present you a new drama that will be arriving soon in SMKBU. The title is....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More drum roll.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still more drum roll..........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And more....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..........and more...........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GOSH! STOP THE DRUM ROLL, DAMMIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declaration of War! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Thank you....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about two different girls having a critically public rivalry that seems to have spread like wildfire by the start of the year. Both sides denied any further severe hatred towards each other but obviously, no one believed it... So, who will win? The 'new' girl with an angelic little reputation of being a sweetheart and girl next door? Or.... The two-faced "angelic and devilish" senior girl who can change from Everyone's Favorite to Total Mean Girl/Wannabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's high school, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was better than yesterday but even though I took a thirty-minute nap just at least two hours before I get some real sleep, I feel so drowsy as if I can just doze off in any second. So, it was very hard to concentrate in the class despite the fact I wanted to work harder this time. But to no avail. I wonder why... Hmm? I don't know what to expect for tomorrow morning. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still had a great time at school. There was no particular signs of Declaration of War buzzing in front of people's eyes, which was good... and quite relieving. Then, I get to talk to some of my seniors who *mostly* are really nice people. Hehe, especially Rhonwyn and Azril -- though Azril doesn't talk much to me nowadays. Hmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I miss my cousin, NABILAH!!! Argh! It's so boring without her nowadays! =______= Great, now I won't be able to find one of the very *few* people who can make me laugh til I get a severe stomachache. I'm gonna miss her... D'= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Whispers to self) At least I get to own Max Changmin while she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! Nabilah would kill me if she founds out. Uh-oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I'd better finish my English Assignment or Puan Mani will have my head for breakfast. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gotta blast!-&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4466681162466268826?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4466681162466268826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4466681162466268826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4466681162466268826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4466681162466268826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/delusion-or-confusion.html' title='School Drama Part III'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2186065769352799015</id><published>2009-01-01T04:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:11:05.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings from a Mind'/><title type='text'>Death Wish? Probably...</title><content type='html'>Argh, I can't believe is going to start in less than a week and gosh, my shoulders hurt a lot. Yes, I enjoy complaining. Since I have no punching bag to be killing around, I rather complain here in the blog to bore you people with my silly whines. Hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis let me play a game called this new version of "The Settlers" about running a kingdom and all. It's quite fun though I was having problems to keep up since I had no idea how to get it done. But still, its quite for me. Haha, I'm a gamer. Lol... Today, I went to school to pick up and buy all the books I need for my eighth grade, which is next week. Gosh, I'm a sophomore! Can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sharifah Atikah at the bookstore and I was delighted to see her since I couldn't contact her during the holidays. Turns out her SIM card got rejected. Ah, dammit! We talked a lot, using peculiar terms like "20 years in rehab" and "lying in my grave" stuff. At least I wasn't alone in the school because most of my friends had picked up their books and left. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My huge relief was I was still staying in the first class and I was jumping up and down like a maniac. But to my shock, some of my *cough* enemies *cough* have risen up to better classes. Two of my most unexpected ones (meaning as in, I underestimated their 'smartness') went to the first class and I was literally hanging my jaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I seeing this correctly? Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the guy who I hate most jumped up from the fourth class to the second. I was completely horrified! And my so-called pet brother had improved to Bersih just like he said. What an arrogant jerk.... Geez, I don't know why I was his pet sister in the first place. Oh, bloody hell. But fortunately that one of my enemies fell down to the third class. Serves him right! (Evil demeanor mood on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend about the news I heard. She almost had the same reaction that I had. Lol! And we talked for a long time, talking about the possible drama that will occur in high school. Oh, the joy of it. Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, my enemies and I sort of made an 'invisible' deal with each other. If we happened to be in the same class type (e.g. Form 2 Amanah student with Form 3 Amanah student) we consider ourselves as competitors to see whose better no matter what grade you're in. Good thing I don't have to deal with that guy! I'll be much more content to be able rip his head off his shoulders. Hahaha~~~ (evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I suck at evil laughter. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still obsessed with Dong Bang Shin Ki, especially JaeJoong-oppa who I never realized to have such a huge voice. He sang this rock song called 'Maze' and in the first take, I was blown away by his rock voice. I was going crazy about it again and again. However, the song reminds me of Naruto sometimes. Lol~ Maybe because it sort of fits with the anime and the music. Still, I was never a Naruto fan. Sorry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in Naruto are a bit... odd for me despite the cool stunts they can do by just the art of ninja. Never liked Sakura and Ino at first really, despised Sasuke after realizing he was cold bastard (sorry to Sasuke fans P=....) and Naruto is just too.... odd. So, don't like it. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never watched Bleach but liked the character designs, especially Rukia. Never plan to watch it since I'm a bit focused onto movies instead of animes for the time being. My favorite movie, for now, happens to be the weirdest (in my taste-lah)... It's "Mammia Mia! The Movie"... o_______O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never a big fan of the oldies like the 60's or 70's (not even the 80's) but I just like Abba's song, especially "Mammia Mia". It's either because it was covered by modern artists or they have a good beep that makes me wanna sing-a-long. Luckily that I didn't sing because I know I'll shatter the windows and mirrors in the house. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite late now. Half-heartedly impatient to go back to school but not entirely looking forward to it. (Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2186065769352799015?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2186065769352799015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2186065769352799015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2186065769352799015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2186065769352799015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-wish-probably.html' title='Death Wish? Probably...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-2029974202752794357</id><published>2008-12-28T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:08:25.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>A toy...</title><content type='html'>A toy... that was played around and left rotting on the dusty floor... was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not literally. There was no rotting at all and the floor wasn't dusty at all. Maybe it's just emotionally. Gosh... Here's a question for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, would you tolerate such nonsense when the guy you liked was fooling around with you and your feelings? To me, my answer will be "&lt;strong&gt;Hell, no&lt;/strong&gt;." Straight-forward but entirely true. I just hate guys who are so arrogant and so self-centered! Gosh, I mean, all they do is act cool or completely stupid! Thinking about it makes me wanna chop their heads off their shoulders with a huge butcher's knife! And boy, I would personally &lt;strong&gt;enjoy it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... There was this girl who liked a guy who happens to be a total a-hole. Whenever he's out in the mall, he would flirt with random hot girls he sees. Whenever he's at school, he would coolly shoot some hoops on the court and act like the hero around girls. Whenever he's around her, he pretends to be completely oblivious to her feelings and would playfully toy with them. How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like him?" A guy asked her. She was frightened at first, shocked to know that her feelings for him was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and no. Why?" She answered shyly but managed to keep a solid face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said you were &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; crazy in love with him," He answered. (Remember, the word 'absolute' is in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was flabbergasted! She was never in love with him. She merely liked him! Certainly more than a friend but never would dare to fall in love with him since she suffered a severe heartbreak from a previous relationship that never worked out. But still, the previous guy was innocent. He merely left but never toyed with her emotions. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The guy she liked now was a complete jerk who thinks he has a lot of fans. And to waste his pitiful short life, he plays around with each girl's feelings... by completely ignoring them, purposely made them suffer to wait for him and of course, showing off to his friends that a lot of girls are kneeling at his feet. Preposterous? No. Intolerable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I would never fully trust a boy anymore. (However, they are still exceptions) It's like circles. Once you trust a guy a lot (and he knows about it), the possibilities of you getting crushed are high. So, don't glomp onto them so easily like shooting a sitting duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2029974202752794357?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2029974202752794357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2029974202752794357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2029974202752794357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2029974202752794357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/toy.html' title='A toy...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1272108992368719778</id><published>2008-12-28T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:08:38.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>He text her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. But she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to talk to him. So, she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He called her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, leaving missed calls. But she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; called back. So, she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He talked to her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, asking why. But she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; him so much. So, she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . However, today is his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Despite this, she &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to him.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... even though she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; liked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1272108992368719778?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1272108992368719778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1272108992368719778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1272108992368719778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1272108992368719778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8325274572608243435</id><published>2008-12-26T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:22:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Season</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! I really can't believe it, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School season is back and now, I'm a sophomore. Grr... Great. I'm supposed to welcome the extremely hard subjects and more drama now! Ahh... the joy of it! (Sarcasm) I really want more time in the holidays to practice dancing while I can. However, I think I'm getting a little sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I've gotten so skinny or its just that I'm breaking my own bones? Well, not literally. But lately, I've been doing some drawing and coloring (you know, 'my hobbies') and my wrist hurts a lot so much whenever I try to twist it around. Must be me practising too hard to perfect my Mirotic dance. Ah... I'm planning to expand my drawing rates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to draw my favorite band one-by-one. I wonder who I should start first? Hmm... Certainly not JaeJoong. He's gonna be a hard one because it'll be hard to capture his bishounen-ness (pretty boy-ness). I might try drawing Changmin since he's so cute but I'm a little bit scared to start, hoping that I don't screw up his oh-so-cute face. (Feeling the fangirl aura again) Just hope I'll be able to draw Yunho since he has  tiny face compare to the other members in Dong Bang Shin Ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish... Besides that, I'll be anxious to wear any braces because I'm pretty scared that I'll have to pull out some of my teeth (I sorta have a phobia for it). I'm just wondering whether I'll survive all the stupid drama and get good gradeds. That's all right now. I'm a little tired and I think I should continue my coloring so I can give it to my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ja!&lt;/span&gt; (Bye!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8325274572608243435?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8325274572608243435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8325274572608243435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8325274572608243435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8325274572608243435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-season.html' title='School Season'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8220175254762049084</id><published>2008-12-23T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:22:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home with an Obsession</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just got back from my five day trip from Bandung. It was very nice because I was with my cousins. I was glad because I didn't need to feel so bored about my stay there and praying to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt; to let me go home straight away to see my lovely computer and my new obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r259/feliwg/dong%20bang%20shin%20ki/DongBangShinKi24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 620px; height: 433px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r259/feliwg/dong%20bang%20shin%20ki/DongBangShinKi24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin said I'm completely obsessed with these guys. But I really can't help it. They're so hot and smexy that it just makes me wanna go crazy over them. Even though I've heard about one of the members (the guy in the middle, I mean), I hardly took notice of him and his '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bishounen*&lt;/span&gt;'-ness. But still, you can just hear the 'Oh my, Gawd'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Dong Bang Shin Ki! XD I admire Yunho U-know (the guy on the farthest right) the most because he's the leader of the group and oh my god, he is so manly. LOLZ... I can't believe I just said that. It's been awhile since I last fangirl about something so bad... Hehe XP. Hero (also known as Kim JaeJoong and also the one in the middle) is so cute! It's probably because he is a one hundred percent '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bishounen&lt;/span&gt;'. I mean, c'mon! You hardly find guys who look like him nowadays (Though I think I have a friend who sorta looks like a 'bishounen'.. *shivers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choikang Changmin (the guy next to Yunho) is so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kawaii**&lt;/span&gt;! Ah, he's beyond adorable... He's the youngest among the whole group and he certainly has the best voice (not to mention his tall frame). Oh, the cuteness of him! XD... Xiah Junsu (the guy on the farthest left) has a really addictive laugh like a clown that it just makes me wanna roll on the floor. Micky (the one next to Xiah Junsu) is quite a blur type which is so cool. (Squeals) I just really like Dong Bang Shin Ki. I also watched their mini dramas and my favorite(s) were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dangerous Love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unforgettable Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin thinks I have gone completely nutty for obsessing so much about DBSK. Hey! At least I get to forget the pathetic creep who ruined my freshman year! Well, not entirely my freshman year but he did cost me a heartbreak. So, I gave up on love completely. For now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I heard he was boasting around to people that I like him so much, probably because I was a tomboy and 'sort-of-hard-to-get'. Jeez, thinking about this makes me wanna choke him. So, I don't bother much with all this mushy-mushy stuff since I'm gonna wear braces that'll make me look completely hideous. Hehe... So, I think I got several vows for 2009. I didn't know where to write the list (in case I loose it and panic with all my goals and all)... I'll just write them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay single for at least more than four months. (However, guys must make the move to me since I'm the traditional type)&lt;br /&gt;2. Work harder and do not get more than two 'C's. If I do, I'll commit suicide. LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not mess around with the wrong guys. (AKA arrogant a-holes or self-centered players)&lt;br /&gt;4. Reject any offers for relationship(s) if necessary. (I don't want to go out with anyone who I don't know or despise...)&lt;br /&gt;5. Listen to DBSK's songs! Ah! I just love DBSK, especially Yunho-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oppa&lt;/span&gt;***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that's all for now. I've gotta go back to drawing my stuff while listen to Rising Sun****! By the way, I'm wearing braces on Christmas Eve. Ah... That's gotta hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLOSSARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bishonen means '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pretty boy&lt;/span&gt;'. Yes, pretty as in pretty like a girl. That's very rare, y'know.. Kim JaeJoong is really amazing with his pretty-boy-ness in contrast with his toned figure. Boy, he sure does like to work out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;** Kawaii means '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;'. Changmin is so cute when he grins. If you really take notice of his face when he grins, one of his eyes is smaller than the other which I found it completely... astounding? Gah! But still, he's so adorable! Plus, his grin is really crooked which sorta makes it breathtaking. LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;*** Oppa is used when a female Korean addresses an older male Korean. However, '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hyung&lt;/span&gt;' is different because its used when a younger male Korean address an older male.&lt;br /&gt;**** 'Rising Sun' is the name of DBSK's songs. Because of the name, DBSK is declared Asia's Rising Sun due to their popularity that has expanded from Korean and Japan all the way to Singapore! (Really, it's no joke. They're so popular!) I recommend you listen to the Japanese version of Rising Sun, it's quite good with all of Changmin's loud screams and Yunho's (along with Micky's) awesome rapping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8220175254762049084?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8220175254762049084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8220175254762049084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8220175254762049084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8220175254762049084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-home-with-obsession.html' title='Back Home with an Obsession'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r259/feliwg/dong%20bang%20shin%20ki/th_DongBangShinKi24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-9094795119522988082</id><published>2008-12-14T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:51:02.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><title type='text'>Indescribable</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11th December&lt;/span&gt;, it was my birthday. Finally you know what the term 'special day' meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started okay. My two best friends wished me happy birthday, which was so sweet of them. Argh! I'm glad to be their friends. (Glomps but jerks away) Oh, wait! I'm not a lesbian!! (Dusts off my shirt) Anyways, around 10th December, my best friend Sandy sent me an early birthday wish since her phone's credit has expired. I grinned like a hyenna at that. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later around midnight, my other best friend Letisha rang me up and wished me happy birthday too! She was 'angry' that she was the second to wish me happy birthday and 'swore' that she'll 'kill' Sandy. Haha, you were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; Letisha. XD! Shortly after that, a close friend of mine (same school, different gender) wished me later on. However, I wasn't satisfied &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because he broke many promises that we both shared and kept for the last three months. I've been reminding him A LOT recently to remember to tell me. But too bad, he was a chicken. Chicken meaning as in coward, okay? Not a literal chicken that lay eggs or breed in the farm. (Sighs) *Ignore that... The gears in my brain are not spinning so well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later, my closest best friend Min Li wished me and she too was devastated to found out that she wasn't the first. We shared our moments talking. It was fun until I fell asleep. The next day, Min Li promised to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt; me McDonalds for my birthday gift. I didn't want to be too choosy so I chose the second cheapest burger meals there (which was Double Cheese Burger) and I continued to thank her endlessly. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my parents came home and I didn't exactly expected them to be here. However, I still forced my butt into the house. Obviously, they forgot that today was my birthday because dad was scolding me and mom was practically too busy to notice I was around *as usual*... Half of the day has passed by and nothing really much happened. There were no more birthday wishes or greetings. So I was really sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I pointed out to my mom that she had 'forgotten something'. She remembers it was indeed my birthday but gave an excuse that she forgotten about it. I couldn't blame her for that but it didn't lift the stupid burden inside my chest. Darn... She told my dad and they let me order a regular Pizza Hut Hawaiian Chicken pizza (six pieces of a glorious pizza covered with cheese, pineapples and yummy chickens... Oh, how tempting can it get?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't allowed to finish the whole thing (because I'm an eating machine... seriously), I had to leave several pieces of the pizza and half of the garlic bread that came along with it. (Sighs again) The next day, mom brought me to one of my favorite places in the world: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I'm a bookworm, I just couldn't resist walking around the shop gleefully like a kid coming to an amusement park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did got one of my 'Wanted' books, which was 'The Novice' by Trudi Canavan. I was madly in love with her first book (even though I already read more than half) and was eager to start reading all her series. Sadly, I couldn't buy more than one book. If the limit wasn't just one, I could've bought 'The High Lord' and that would've &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; made my day. But it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad continued scolding me for not finishing some works that he asked me too but I wasn't in the mood. I was like a wreck, honestly. I feel light and fragile (as if I'll break into pieces if I moved more than an inch), constantly tired (even though I had HOURS of sleep), feeling emo and any other *stupid *teen excuses you could think of. I just wished that I can just lock myself in a huge room reading books. That would've been splendid *if I had all the food, stuff and music with me to keep me in the mood* but it was impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 14th December, my friend's birthday. I was supposed to send him (yes, him) a message &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; at midnight but I was too busy playing some games until I only sent it at one o'clock in the morning. Thankfully he was still awake so we had a short conversation. He is a nice guy for his age because most guys (at his age) were too busy being pompous and acting cool like some macho Hugh Jackman wannabe. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh puh-lease....&lt;/span&gt; At least Jackman didn't lose his sense of humour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it felt like a boring week but it was different. I half-heartedly looking and not so looking forward for my birthay. Oh, the stress. Wth... Right now, I need junk food, especially POTATO CHIPS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-9094795119522988082?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/9094795119522988082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=9094795119522988082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/9094795119522988082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/9094795119522988082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/indescribable.html' title='Indescribable'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1966144525202465910</id><published>2008-12-09T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:15:09.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;. The November holidays was good enough when I stayed at my favorite cousin's house. XD! But later on, it started to get more boring and boring nowadays. It sucks, really. I just hope the trip to Indonesia is gonna be good. Again, I'll be with my favorite cousin. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something I found from the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italicize the statements that you wish were true. &lt;/span&gt; Leave the fibs alone.  Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 170cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives. I’m bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a white handbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love dancing.&lt;/span&gt; (But I rarely do it...)&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a tattoo of a star.&lt;/span&gt; (That would be cool... But too bad, I can't have one)&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I’m studying Fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a business running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My parents don’t know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m a rebel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Skirts ada lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High school's filled with drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;br /&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have red hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;/span&gt; (Seriously...)&lt;br /&gt;We’ll last. &lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;/span&gt; (I know, it's weird. I'm freakking thirteen *rolls eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt; (Umm... correction: I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a tomboy)&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;/span&gt; (I very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayangkan &lt;/span&gt;her as my best friend. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a cat.&lt;/span&gt; (FLUFFY!!! *chases my cat*)&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;br /&gt;I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;/span&gt; (I want one of those!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can live without music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love being in love. &lt;/span&gt;(Not really. Eventually, you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; have a heartbreak whether its sooner or later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know how to cook. &lt;/span&gt;(I wanna know how to make cupcakes, darn it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love horror movie.&lt;/span&gt; (WOOHOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m happy with what I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love Apple Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I’ve got a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love my friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stab... you, you, you, you and YOU! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1966144525202465910?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1966144525202465910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1966144525202465910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1966144525202465910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1966144525202465910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-holiday.html' title='Boring Holiday'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7885580921472319942</id><published>2008-12-04T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:13.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>Books and books...</title><content type='html'>In a week, it's my special day (I'll let you guess what is my special day about). If my parents are so nice to give me some money later on, I wish to buy some books that I've always wanted to buy. But I don't think my parents would let me buy ALL the books I want because I might be wasting their money on something that is not-so-close to useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my 'Wanted' list (if you wish to see my selfish and greedy side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Natalie Standiford's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dating Game&lt;/span&gt; series. I only have the first three books but it turns out that I don't have the three final books. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;2: Trudi Canavan's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Black Magician&lt;/span&gt; series. Even though I almost read half of the first book, I've been completely drawn to its suspenseful and spellbinding plot. It makes my heart race and my mind throbbing to unseal all the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;3: Philip Pullman's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Northerin Lights&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Golden Compass &lt;/span&gt;yet so I might as well give the books a try first before I hunt for the movie. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I've been craving for more Romance-and-Adventure stories nowadays. Anyone who knows any good ones, please drop their titles and authors in my Cbox. TQ!&lt;br /&gt;5: Hopefully there's some good fantasy books outside there besides from Twilight Saga or The Black Magician trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;6: Stephenie Meyer's The Host. Its a more mature than Twilight. I did like Twilight first instead of New Moon. Reading the three other books were excruciating. I liked Twilight because it was sort of cliche but I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt; by Stephenie Meyer in my list because I've heard there has been hackers hacking in Meyer's computer, leaking out some chapters of the fifth book. My best friend said that she might not be writing the fifth book because of the constance leak and changing plot/scenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, just leave the poor girl alone. She's doing the best she could do, don't ruin her efforts, darn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7885580921472319942?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7885580921472319942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7885580921472319942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7885580921472319942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7885580921472319942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/books-and-books.html' title='Books and books...'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5853138766610317608</id><published>2008-12-04T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:07:40.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>Typical School Drama (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Who had ever thought that the school drama still continue even its the holidays? Well, I first thought holidays are meant to be drama-free. Who knew that it still somehow continue. I'd ought to be careful if everyone around me since some of them could be a two-faced impostor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;traitor&lt;/span&gt;. Lets say two of her closest friends had a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt;* for each other. However, the girl (let's call her A) rejected the boy (call him B) because lack of 'chemistry' between each other and other certain reasons. The traitor's and A's friend, C, recently found out a very big and shocking secret from her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found out that the traitor snatched B from A, making B her boyfriend as soon as A rejected him. C's best friend also heard that the traitor had kissed B inside her room without A and C knowing about it. C was completely devastated of what she heard and threaten to have revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lovebirds&lt;/span&gt;. To begin with, C has been liking her best friend (Let's call him A2) for four long months. Even though A2 knew that C liked him, he pretended to be completely oblivious which resulted hurting her feelings. When C was ready to forget about A2, she heard that A2's best friend MI still likes her even after three years of not seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C and MI had a little &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rope**&lt;/span&gt; way back since primary school. C had a big fat crush on MI back then. Even after he graduacted from primary school, she still liked him. But realizing that she could move on with A2, she had forgotten about MI for awhile. But now, MI's friend N (who is C's friend) said that MI really likes C despite the far distance between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more but my hands are tied to type anything further which may be too revealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glossary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Shine means attraction or affection towards someone. If you're a big fan of Trudi Canavan, you can find this word used in her The Black Magician series.&lt;br /&gt;** Rope is a word I created, meaning history or progress. Inspired by Trudi Canavan again's slangs. In her book, rope means freedom instead (if I perfectly recall).&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/2101492543630283498-5853138766610317608?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5853138766610317608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5853138766610317608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5853138766610317608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5853138766610317608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/12/typical-school-drama-part-ii.html' title='Typical School Drama (Part II)'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3699372660109769640</id><published>2008-11-27T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:04:44.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday with my Cousins</title><content type='html'>Regarding on my stay at my cousins' house, she and I outrageously took a big number of photos. I guess this is one of the best that we have. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6ahXyqcpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xLQZDMY0ZJg/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6ahXyqcpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xLQZDMY0ZJg/s320/DSC03730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273322111810302610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6ag07uimI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Eaykjf1RNuI/s1600-h/DSC03859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6ag07uimI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Eaykjf1RNuI/s320/DSC03859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273322102453078626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6agBjEWLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_teUk3IhJ1g/s1600-h/DSC03731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6agBjEWLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_teUk3IhJ1g/s320/DSC03731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273322088659441842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SS6agJYR6eI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mML4qd4Sl8M/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I have a new obsession for... CUPCAKES! I've been munching and chewing them down to my stomach but never realized how cute and sweet they can be. I, for some reason, could not help but to post up some cute pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, I don't know how to make the cupcakes myself. But if I had the opportunity to learn how to make it, I'd been delighted to make at least 40 cupcakes a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably can get diabetes like that. Haha.. But still, you can't deny that cupcakes are oh-so-adorable-and-sweet! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SSwktaA3-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/wHLe5Dd6Rg4/s1600-h/cupcakes_by_th3qu33n0fh34rts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SSwktaA3-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/wHLe5Dd6Rg4/s320/cupcakes_by_th3qu33n0fh34rts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272629626239712242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SSwks41tRpI/AAAAAAAAANM/MiFdZa2sVeo/s1600-h/cupcakes_by_kampfkohlrabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SSwks41tRpI/AAAAAAAAANM/MiFdZa2sVeo/s320/cupcakes_by_kampfkohlrabi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272629617334503058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SSwksBd5eVI/AAAAAAAAANE/AG3fB8yNi3g/s1600-h/Cupcakes_by_keybump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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If you got pregnant, would your parents make you keep the baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf... Hell, no! I wouldn't want to get pregnant in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. If you failed a class for the year, would you rather go to summer school or repeat the grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe summer school... I refuse to repeat the grade. My parents would murder me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. If your best friend told you they were gay, would you support them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o___o No answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. If your best friend said they needed an abortion, would you support them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're not ready for a baby. That depends on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. If a tornado was approaching your home, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underground!! Where there's no way the tornado could get you. Remember to bring oxygen tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. If you could have a $100 gift card to one mall store, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... One Utama??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. If you had to get back together with one of your exes (whether they're single or not), who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably 'him' but I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. If you could get a tattoo RIGHT NOW, what would it be of and where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. If your best friend was leaving for another country for a month, what would you do on your last day to hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch movies, eat together and party together... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. If you got expelled from school, what school would you go to next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMKBU4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. If you could get plastic surgery for free, what would you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No interested in plastic surgeries... =_= They make your face unnatural, I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. If you could adopt any of your friends as your new brother/sister, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... I'd guess, everyone. I love being around my friends!! XD (hugs all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. If you had the chance to move out of your current house right now, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already going to move to Kota Damansara... =_= There's no point in asking me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. If you could have a threesome with two famous people, who would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wtf, no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. If you could change your entire name (even last), what would you change it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you were given $10 to clean up all the litter in a huge park, would you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. I'll bargain to raise the price XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you could bring any cancelled television show back on the air, which would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely watch television shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. If you woke up with your lip mysteriously pierced, would you keep it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If your cousin offered you a job working with your favorite band, would you take it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not... I might as well watch them on my flat TV screen instead of being next to them with the loud music booming in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If your best friend was kicked out, would your parents let him/her live with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my parents 'cause I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. If you had to choose between going with your mom or your dad after a divorce, who would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both because they're my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. If you woke up in a stranger's bed after a night of drinking, what would you do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately run out of the stranger's house and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. If you had to be alone in a room for 24 hours with someone, who would you pick to be with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin? She makes me laugh like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. If you could have any talent in the world, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talent to be able to learn anything quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. If you have/had a dog, would you dye its fur if you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep a dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. If you had a summer reading assignment and had to pick a book to write five pages about, what book would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the Twilight Saga (Stephenie Meyer) or Dating Game (Natalie Standiford)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. If the singer from your favorite band knocked on the door asking to use the telephone, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure... Then, I'll get his picture and his autograph to boast at my friends. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. If you had suspicions of your mom sleeping with one of your male teachers, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf... My mom is not a slut, okay? One of word of this ridiculous questions, I swear I'll grill your head to my cat! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. If you missed the bus to school and your parents already left for work, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay home, watch my favorite movies and harass my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. If your family suddenly became superstars, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy everything I could ever want!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. If you found out your mom had a child before you and gave them up for adoption, what would you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be absent for school to find him/her!!! I love dramatic family reunions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. If you go on a crazy amusement park ride, would you get sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno... My parents wouldn't let me. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. If the world ended tomorrow, what's some things you'd like to do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my friends as long as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. If you had to eat one food for the whole week (and you wouldn't get sick, no matter what it is), what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... Err.... Can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. If you had no television and no computer over the summer, how would you occupy your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with my friends at One Utama where we'll have a GREAT time together. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. If you were stranded on an island with a person you hate, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to live with each other and find a way to... GET THE HELL OUT OF THE FREAKING ISLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. If you were sold to someone because your parents had no money, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape to somewhere they'll never find me before I get raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. If you saw your boyfriend/girlfriend having sex with another person, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. If you saw something weird outside your house, would you go see what it is or tell someone about it first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and be very nosy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. If you had only one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can improve my grades to get my own computer!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-2319366716523290354?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/2319366716523290354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=2319366716523290354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2319366716523290354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/2319366716523290354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-boredom.html' title='For the Boredom'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4757092675351683111</id><published>2008-11-21T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:13:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged from my friend, &lt;a href="http://undomesticgoodness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Ann&lt;/a&gt;. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starting time :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; 9.45 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brothers : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shoe size : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Probably 5 to 6? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5'3"... WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where do you live : Somewhere on Earth...XD&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks : Strawberry Yogurt Drink! Yum...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favourite breakfast : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hardly eat breakfast... =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? : Several times...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fallen asleep at school : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Umm.... Err.... Three times? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I really dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : (Nods) =_="&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : A few times...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saved e-mails : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't have a room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right besides you :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; My lovable Persian cat!! Me0w!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Cadbury Black Forest chocolate... Cad-licious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox : Yep... I think it was two years ago.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sore throat : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Several times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Never!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Yes and No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person you danced with :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; My cousin! She taught me the Waltz! WOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last person who made you laugh :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Min Li... XD (She didn't know what's the meaning of 'rage'...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today did you talk to someone you like : Nope... I don't plan to...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(Sneezes) Stupid cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an Ex : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I need more potato chips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Feeling so content until you feel all your problems disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is under your bed : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Things you find in your stationary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who do you really hate : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cockroaches and noisy crowds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What time is it now? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;9.53 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I don't think so... There's no one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you want children : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's too early!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sort of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you like your hand-writing : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sort of... It's getting bigger and like Edwardian style... (Screams: Edward Cullen!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My parents'... It's huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing now : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Black, white and other random colors you can't count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7.00pm yesterday : Watching TV with my cousin at her house..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; School Prom 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Four-Five months ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : =_= Ask my friends...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yep... FLUFFY!!! (Chases my cat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now ? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For now, I don't have any feelings for someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I don't recall holding hands with anyone lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I do sleep with my iPod on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Listening to my favorite Anime soundtrack (SlamDunk - Anata Dake Mitsumeteru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;More or less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you forgiving : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I guess so... That's bad enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to you mother or father : Neither...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? : No one... (The last was a few months ago with Sandy and Letisha)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Blank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Rarely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;No... And never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sadly, yes... And it was humiliating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: My... CAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? : I'm quiet in the morning and loud at night. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nocturnal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Are you confident? :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So-so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I was doing 10years ago : Drawing, living my life and eating...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 Things on my to-do list today: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Finish my drawings!! Watch Twilight movie! Buy more Natalie Standiford "Dating Game" BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 Things I would do if I were a billionaire: Publish storybooks or mangas (probably make my own anime!), do charity for those who are unfortunate and save our environment!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bad habbits: Sleeping late, not keeping all my promises and not studying so well.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Places I have lived in: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Only Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jobs I've had Managering: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Making bookmarks and helping my cousin at her Senior Prom 08 (recently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I Tag : Anyone who thinks they have enough time to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4757092675351683111?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4757092675351683111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4757092675351683111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4757092675351683111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4757092675351683111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5754017416287307640</id><published>2008-11-13T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:43:59.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been staying at my cousin's house since last Sunday when she invited me to her school Senior Prom. Much to my surprise, I had to wear a skirt since jeans have been 'out'. My skirt matched along with my blank short-sleeved top with my dark brown hair let down. Added some lipgloss along with my camera in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a 'usual boring' start. I helped my cousin and her friend at the receptionist table, passing out some make-up compads to the girls before they entered the place. There were a few 'plastics' if you knew what I mean... One of them was wearing this maroon princess-like gown with a golden tiara readied on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my cousin's friend and some other hosts gave out their speeches. It was pretty dull at first before it came to the food part. I tell you, the food there was excruciating delicious! Later, there was the slideshow of 'Memories in SKBJ' (my cousin's school). The slideshow was at least around nine to ten minutes. After that, there was the Dance Battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Boys vs. Girls. It was Aunty Hazel started with the 80's dance. Later, one of the other aunties continued. And the littlest girl there, did a cartwheel and the girls won. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this box filled ith people's names written. Once chosen, they had to compete on the Dance Mat to earn RM 30. It was boring at first before the second game started. It was the Limbo! It was hilarious! And the 'sporting' participates were nominated as finalists for Prom King and Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were hilarious. My cousin and her group of friends did several dances for 'Soulja Boy', 'Low (Remix with Francisco) and 'Shake It'. I enjoyed their 'Low' dance. It was kickass! I gotta thank my cousin for teaching the moves. The 'Shake It' was funny like hell! The 'Soulja Boy' dance was sorta hard to follow but it was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, came the grand moment. Prom King and Prom Queen! The finalists were asked to dance alone on the dancefloor to earn the title. The most 'sporting' dance will win the title! The 'plastic' who wears the maroon dress won the title for Prom Queen. I wasn't surprised because she could dance well and she was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prom King was one of my cousin's friend. Everyone was slightly surprised because he won the Dance Mat. Lol, I forgot to mention that both Prom King and Queen will earn RM50 if they danced with each other. I managed to record the moment! It was funny. They both didn't want to hold each other so they had to use the fake rose (that was given to the King) in exchaging hand-contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two steps only and you'll earn the RM50!" The host, the brother of my cousin's friend, said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved two steps and voila! The money was theirs. Finally, there was the 'Last Waltz'. The Prom King asked his long-time crush to dance with him. And much to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;utter &lt;/span&gt;joy, I recorded the beautiful moment. But honestly, the King couldn't dance at all. He was just awkwardly dragging his legs but it was cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he placed his hand on his crush's waist (he placed his hand on her shoulder before) after gaining permission from his crush's father who was there. Obviously, he was watching them. There was another couple nearby. They sorta did the same thing. The twins (my cousin's schoolmates) kept forcing the guy to look at the girl since he was too shy to look at her. Aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time. Can't wait for my school prom in 09!!! w00ts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5754017416287307640?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5754017416287307640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5754017416287307640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5754017416287307640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5754017416287307640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday.html' title='The Holiday'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4419071401093388530</id><published>2008-10-26T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:25:23.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm very bored now. So I found this somewhere and I wanted to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily. (Yes, I can tan easily if I sit under the sun too long)&lt;br /&gt;[] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[/] I have/I've had braces. (Does getting braces soon is included?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;[] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger. (Shudders... The guy was creepy)&lt;br /&gt;[] I have more than 2 piercing.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school (..Secondary School)&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a job (Can't find one...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school. (Once, at school)&lt;br /&gt;[] I almost always do/did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years. (I keep a low profile)&lt;br /&gt;[] I failed more than 1 class last year&lt;br /&gt;[] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation. (But my friends were used to me saying 'lol'..)&lt;br /&gt;[] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried. (Sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;[] I was born with a disease/impairment&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;br /&gt;[/] I've broken a bone. (Does almost breaking a bone counts)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had measles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;[] I've driven over 200 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Japan. (I wanna go there!)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to Europe. (When I was a kid)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen a shooting star. (You hardly find stars in Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've wished on a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been the dumped more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a cuddler&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cheated on a test. (My parents who kill me)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've witnessed a crime. (Because I was the victim of the crime)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight. (With a guy who tried to bug my friend)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[] I've consumed alcohol. (Never!)&lt;br /&gt;[] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've smoked weed&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've popped E.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose. (Only twice)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying. (After I just had a sad dream. I never have nightmares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[] I can sing well. (I can shout well)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I don't kill bugs. (Because I'm a wuss &gt;_&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower. (Sometimes XD)&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a morning person. (Never...=_&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a snob about grammar. (I always correct my friend grammatical errors -_-")&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love being neat. (I guess so..., but my room is a mess...T_T)&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue (Blue and White!!)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I like Martha Stewart. (Sorry, I do not know her)&lt;br /&gt;[] I know how to shoot a gun&lt;br /&gt;[] I am in love with love&lt;br /&gt;[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. (Hell, no.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names. (Unless I've ignored the name for more than six months)&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm good at remembering dates. (... Don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4419071401093388530?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4419071401093388530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4419071401093388530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4419071401093388530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4419071401093388530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3496193473662114662</id><published>2008-10-24T02:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:27:29.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Drama'/><title type='text'>Typical School Drama</title><content type='html'>There is a huge gap difference between primary school and secondary school. Of course, you can see it's the exams (they get harder and harder, damn it). There's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abang angkat &lt;/span&gt;thing, blah-blah-blah. There's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cinta monyet &lt;/span&gt;buzzing around the school and finally, drama. The worst experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drama. It sort of waste your time. Don't get me wrong but it does sometimes certainly waste your time. (Sighs) Class One Amanah were supposed to be practising a play for their Civics project (extra marks for Final Year exam) but since the director was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the ass (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas sangat nak &lt;/span&gt;cooperate), the script writer broke into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pujuk&lt;/span&gt; the script writer because I was one of them who knew her since primary school. She wasn't really hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pujuk&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't like her because of her attitude. It took me a few minutes to make her stand up straight and wipe the tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mean Girl&lt;/span&gt;. One of my good friends from primary school was trying to say something but a bitch cuts in rudely. Then, the tears erupted again. (Sighs sympathetically) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pujuk&lt;/span&gt; my friend again and tried to calm her down by talking things about the girl who cut her mid-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Need&lt;/span&gt;. The script writer was so pissed off even after I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pujuk&lt;/span&gt; her. Then, suddenly, she broke in tears. She said,"If only my loved one was here... Things would've been slightly better." Fat tears dropped one-by-one like raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on. There's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, 'slut' is an inappropriate word to use but I can't help it. Honestly, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;was indeed a slut. I cross my paws (picks up my cat's paws and cross them) The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slut &lt;/span&gt;saw a friend of mine, let's called him Guy, and was SO curious to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she recently clarified to me, saying. "I don't wanna like any guys anymore." I didn't trust her at all. Reasons are completely sealed behind my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, the Guy was my friend. So I knew him and I don't recall him talking or questioning about her. So obviously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she lied&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't know him at all because she doesn't know the guy, the guy doesn't know her. (Rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later, there was little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasantan &lt;/span&gt;girl. During choir practice, she was giggling loudly and flirting around the guys next to her while we're supposed to do our practice properly since it was going to be our second last practice. She nudged me suddenly so I turned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you think those guys are staring at me?" She whispered to me. I almost choke at the very moment. There were sophomores passing by our hall, observing us. Coincidentally, the sophomores were actually people who I despised since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that I stood next to her so probably they were laughing at me, trying to annoy/irritate me. Again, when they passed by, the teacher was busy talking on the phone. I recognized them as my enemy, so he shouted,"Hey, cantik!" He did that to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecoh &lt;/span&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in my choir team thought he was my friend/boyfriend because his eyes were focused on me. (Shudders) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But sadly, the girl next to me flushed and giggled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gedik-&lt;/span&gt;ly. She thought the guys were looking at her, probably she stands out from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she just blends in like other people, except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;and my friends. I slumped on my bed after I got from school even though there were mud stains on my pants that I got from P.E. class. I buried my face into my pillow, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now I know why Stephenie Meyer or J. K. Rowling don't write chick-flicks. Too much drama,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3496193473662114662?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3496193473662114662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3496193473662114662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3496193473662114662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3496193473662114662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/10/typical-school-drama_24.html' title='Typical School Drama'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3064208595395152690</id><published>2008-08-30T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:30:12.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>Wondering Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Maaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently my studies have kept me locked on my life (including my art) until I could hardly find the inspiration of what to write about. I've been trying to get my head into both blogging and studying at the same time. But sadly, no inspiration sparked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far, I would say life is pretty normal (and boring) despite all the chaos I've been through in school and outside school. I've been trying to recall my goals in life but all I managed was a list of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It's really long and seemed endless but hey, I need someone (something?) to blast it at. The list begins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A room of my own (not my brother's) that I can call as 'My Small Sanctuary'. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I'm going to have my little Sanctuary but it's near a place where I dread to go near to. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss someone&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (someone who I've never seen for two whole years)&lt;/span&gt;. I just wished I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;person again to see how far &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;person has grown and matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The elixir of Reincarnation.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (So that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;I screwed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;on my life, I can just restart all over again and fix some certain parts of my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've wondering... what does it feel like watching billion stars shining in the sky and feel as if there was someone else watching me from another universe? (That question will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; remain a mystery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want a better Earth, y'know... I don't want all the children in the future to suffer because of bad environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, folks. This is where my short post ends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully &lt;/span&gt;I can reveal more desires in the future but I hoped that I haven't spilled more than I need. But surely, the five things above are all the main things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; forget, here's a little Music Of The Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Could it be, your not that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;the reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need,&lt;br /&gt;the song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To some certain Camp Rock fans, you all probably know what song is this (and who is the singer). To those who don't know what's the name of the song, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Gotta Find You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I am a Jonas Brothers fan.&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/2101492543630283498-3064208595395152690?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3064208595395152690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3064208595395152690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3064208595395152690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3064208595395152690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/08/wondering-thoughts.html' title='Wondering Thoughts'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-720087020116797245</id><published>2008-08-10T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:21:05.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>The Famous Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekolah berjalan seperti biase macam setiap hari. Tapi hari ini berlainan rase. Kenape agaknye? &lt;/span&gt;The brunette re-wrote the sentence again below the previous one, but this time, she wrote it in English. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School went on normally like everyday. But today has a different feeling. I wonder why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kelly sighed and looked at on her pointy handwriting that she wrote on her blank notepad in the canteen. A 100-plus drink and a packet of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok lekor &lt;/span&gt;was set next to her along with her crimson pencil box. She rubbed her eye and yawned drowsily. Boy, she really needed more sleep because last night, she stayed up until two o'clock in the morning, doing researches about Shakespeare, Annie Oakly and breakdance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strand of dark brown hair fell into her eye. She flipped it out of her eye and involuntarily glanced at the young man sitting at the corner of the canteen with his friends. They barked in laughter, causing her to blush slightly when she heard him laugh. She immediately turned away before she continues staring at him. That would've made her look like a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt her face turn hot, painting her cheeks with a shade of rosy red. She picked up her stuff (including her 100 plus drink and the packet of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok lekor&lt;/span&gt;) and stormed out of the canteen hastily. The sun rays shined on her brightly as soon as she stepped out of the canteen. She lowered her head, covering the blush tinted on her pale cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her legs seemed to be casted under a spell, taking her far from the canteen and back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taman sains&lt;/span&gt;, her "safety corner" in school. Unknown to her, a pair of raven eyes trailed along her figure as she disappeared into the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked away as soon as she disappeared into the corner and ran his fingers through his front fringe. He realized he's been watching her every move. What on Earth is he doing? Is he a stalker or was he so interesting in "chasing" the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Budak Tambah &lt;/span&gt;in school? Obviously not but he can't seem to find a clear answer to why was he observing her every time he sees her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would've slapped himself to death but his friends called out to him, "Hey, Isaac, let's get going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coming!" Isaac jogged towards his friends before they walked off to the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of his friends sat down on the grass and began a chatting-session, obviously talking about the upcoming basketball match against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stunners&lt;/span&gt;. Several of them began practising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuffling&lt;/span&gt;, obviously trying to show off their "talent". But Isaac and his best friend, Andy, were the only ones who were practising their shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac picked up a ball and threw it to Andy, who dribbled the ball before shooting a three-pointer. The ball circled around the basket briefly before falling through the basket, causing Andy to flash a small smile. Isaac smirked and took the basketball that stood near his foot and did a three-pointer as well. The ball smoothly went through the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy chuckled. "You've been practising lately." He said, lightly punching Isaac's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. Dad said that I shouldn't get rusty." Again, Isaac shoots another three-pointer. The ball went through the basket again smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Isaac took the next ball, he paused in his actions. He noticed that someone was watching them behind the bushes. Wait--make that two people. Two girls watched them from behind the bushes, a blond and a red-haired. They both waved at the girls, causing them to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak! Kena &lt;/span&gt;spotted!" The blond girl whispered to her red-haired friend. She pulled her friend's sleeve and they both ducked into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac stifled a chuckle and shoots another three-pointer. Andy just watched the two girls who were still hiding behind the bushes, speculating something to happen. He counted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'One... Two... Three!' &lt;/span&gt;He didn't see anyone at first. So he counted again... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'One... Two...' &lt;/span&gt;Before he could finish, a brunette appeared in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Alice! Felicia! What are you two doing behind the bushes?" A flabbergasted Kelly called out. The two girls nearly shrieked when Kelly surprised them with her sudden presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you've been watching on those two..." Her voice trailed away when her hazel brown eyes caught a glimpse of those green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart skipped a beat and her face was painted red. She could feel smoke bursting out of her ears. She made a brief eye-contact with Andy's eyes, who stood still like a pole. His cheeks were painted with a shade of pinkish red. Her eyes diverted to Isaac who looked back at her as well. Immediately, she stormed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H-Hey! Kelly!" Alice and Felicia hastily followed Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy lowered his head and touched his cheeks. God, they were burning hot! Isaac felt his heart racing so fast that he could feel it was ready to burst! But luck was on their side when the bell rang. Isaac breathed in deeply and patted Andy on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you after school, bud." He tried to sound enthusiastic but nearly failed. He ran back to class, leaving Andy blushing on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heaved a sigh and looked at the place where Kelly appeared but a weight pulled his heart, causing him to shake his head in denial and ran back to his classroom. What a weird day it was, for Kelly, Andy and Isaac. They all know about one single little fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were stuck in the famous Love Triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just feel like writing a random. No, it's not something about my life or related to it. It's just a story that I recently came up with while I was thinking about Stephenie Meyer's book... =.= I'm craving for the book!!!!!! And the name "Stunners" is actually the name of a cheerleading team in Sri KDU. Sorry for my unoriginality but seriously, I'm out of ideas... X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Everything I wrote is fictional. If related to anyone or event, it's unintentional. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau ade &lt;/span&gt;grammatical errors, point it out to me *lazy* Hehe.... Bye bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: I LOVE STEPHENIE MEYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-720087020116797245?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/720087020116797245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=720087020116797245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/720087020116797245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/720087020116797245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/08/famous-triangle.html' title='The Famous Triangle'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4695357433797114278</id><published>2008-06-29T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:37:15.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>List of Life</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to Usher's&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Moving Mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Chris Brown's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to say, these songs are pretty amazing. Let's go back to the post. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make it short:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been watching too many movies until I have too many stories in my mind. Weird, right? Okay, let's see. I've got an action story, a sci-fi story, two romance stories and one supernatural story. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been drawing too much. And that's not good. Haiya...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm back on the road with the Adidas Run in August. Hopefully, I'll be able to get to run again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two performances on the day. One at &lt;strong&gt;Hari Bakat &lt;/strong&gt;at school and another at &lt;strong&gt;Form 1's got talent &lt;/strong&gt;at school as well (but only open to form 1 students).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My interest in cheerleading has took a dramatic turn with the morning section but it's okay. I might join the school's cheerleading team next year, which is fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I miss Puan Rajinah!! She's the 1 Adil's former &lt;em&gt;Kemahiran Hidup &lt;/em&gt;teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've been keeping Fluffy in shape. Yay! (Lol...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Still procrastinating...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. Sorry that I can't update a proper post instead of a list. -.- Too many things are going on. I don't think a short post will be enough to keep track with the drama. Haih =.=.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: &lt;/strong&gt;Sorry for not updating occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4695357433797114278?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4695357433797114278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4695357433797114278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4695357433797114278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4695357433797114278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/06/list-of-life.html' title='List of Life'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-719803247021753613</id><published>2008-06-24T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:50:14.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>Big Little Things</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating for God-knows-how-many days. I've been doing a lot more artwork, my computer broke down, I'm not procrastinating a lot, sleeping earlier and going through a turn in life. I was recently inspired to do write ANOTHER story. I don't know what's wrong with me!! &gt;&lt;&gt;Cold Fear" (The previous title was 'Cold as Ice' which you can find in my previous entries). I would like to type out the summary but I haven't figure out the plot yet correctly. I've been keeping &lt;strong&gt;Cold Fear &lt;/strong&gt;aside for a while and I want to finish it as soon as possible (If I have the time to do so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting a lot of artworks soon. That depends whether I can scan them at my mom's office or get my computer fixed soon. Can't talk long. I got some errands to run. Sorry! &gt;&lt;" Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yasmin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-719803247021753613?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/719803247021753613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=719803247021753613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/719803247021753613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/719803247021753613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-little-things.html' title='Big Little Things'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1117614733628897560</id><published>2008-06-13T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:11:52.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>Art Thief</title><content type='html'>Some of drawings have been missing. One was 'Happy B'day', three were some of my unfinished artworks which I can't really recall but there were ones that I wanted to put in my gallery. I suspect that someone has been stealing my drawings. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people steal other people's art. I even hate when people STEAL MY ART! WTF! I could be cursing for hours right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, beginikah nasibku? Ke ade orang yang benci aku sangat sampai berani nak curik lukisan-lukisan kegemaran saya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yasmin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1117614733628897560?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1117614733628897560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1117614733628897560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1117614733628897560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1117614733628897560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/06/art-thief.html' title='Art Thief'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3938866141970991674</id><published>2008-06-12T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:51:07.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>Death Match on the Horizon?</title><content type='html'>Afternoon Section Cheerleaders -- &lt;strong&gt;Jetzers &lt;/strong&gt;-- has finally completed the pyramid. Even though it wasn't the best pyramid -- comparing to Morning Section -- but at least we managed to do the pyramid. But here's the real deal, Morning Section Cheerleaders -- &lt;strong&gt;Bizzarre &lt;/strong&gt;-- is picking up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... We, &lt;strong&gt;Jetzers&lt;/strong&gt;, know that &lt;strong&gt;Bizzarre &lt;/strong&gt;is a good team. But it wasn't necessary from them to copy us. As a member of &lt;strong&gt;Jetzers&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm not furious -- maybe just a little -- but I don't understand why Morning Section hates Afternoon Section so much until a series of unexpected events occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's going to be a Cheer Death Match soon . . . but I dunno when. It could on Puan Ang's retirement in October or maybe earlier than October? I don't know. Nothing is certain at this very moment. And, I doubt &lt;strong&gt;Bizzarre &lt;/strong&gt;will get along with &lt;strong&gt;Jetzers&lt;/strong&gt;... in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my post ends here, folks. I would like to type out a longer post but I feel my head is ready to explode. &lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, bilakah 'drama' ini akan berhenti? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3938866141970991674?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3938866141970991674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3938866141970991674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3938866141970991674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3938866141970991674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-match-on-horizon.html' title='Death Match on the Horizon?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3290917801046435644</id><published>2008-05-11T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:40:47.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><title type='text'>5, 6, 7, 8, GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;;_; Sorry for the lame title. AHH! Exams is coming!! I don't want to get a C in anything =X! Why can't Mid-term exams come in the next 23476 months. DX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a few news on my sleeves and I feel like sharing it to you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently joined a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;cheerleading team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Well, not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The team isn't completely formed properly yet but we already did our first cheerleading practice. And I gotta say, the results were far better than I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we did have a few moves like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;cartwheel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. There is an audition for those who want to join the cheerleading team on Teacher's Day, after 12 PM (Since the afternoon session will not have any school) I'm completely looking forward to it! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I joined another run which will be held on 25 May. Sorry to say it's at Sungai Buloh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Sorry Kak Ninie, it's not in a stadium. So, don't make the huge banner, okay?) :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, holidays coming soon but first, I must face the mid-term exams. DX Not good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I just hope I dun get a C) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been getting busier with the art requests but too bad, I haven't lost the title "Procrastinator" yet. Hehe... Oh! Almost forgot one more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SCbA0b5UOhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2WMAcLEEQBM/s1600-h/Front+cover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SCbA0b5UOhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2WMAcLEEQBM/s200/Front+cover2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199054826919705106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sivik&lt;/span&gt; project for mother's day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3290917801046435644?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3290917801046435644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3290917801046435644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3290917801046435644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3290917801046435644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-6-7-8-go.html' title='5, 6, 7, 8, GO!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/SCbA0b5UOhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2WMAcLEEQBM/s72-c/Front+cover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5370025427651010288</id><published>2008-04-28T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:51:48.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for not updating for the last... (counts) 18 days? WAH!! That's a huge gap. Sorry for that. Hehe ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the list that has been happening in my list (since I'm too lazy to explain the events going on):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School's been a pain for all the piles of homework, notes and the training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently joined Power Run at the Dataran Merdeka. Unfortunately, I did not win. :( But I was lucky enough to be one of the first 20 people who came back from the 5 kilometer run. -_-"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eating. I do that everyday. I eat and eat until I was enough to describe myself as a pig. LoL...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Based on 2.) I did not get enough sleep. It's because the run starts at 7:50 in the morning and I had to be at school at frigging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30&lt;/span&gt; in the MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been procrastinating all my artworks because due to lack of time... and my lazy ass. Seriously, I gotta stop procrastinating if I don't want to die with piles of artwork on me. *Sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li face="arial"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;olahraga &lt;/span&gt;training ended. (Yay!) But Cik M will literally kill me if I didn't train at  least 30 minutes a day at home. =.=... I'm a lazy ass, what'dya expect?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a random fact, honestly... but I need new ballpoint pens!!! (Seriously, I do...=.=... Lazy to go buy &gt;&lt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li face="arial"&gt;I wish that it's not raining season here. Because I don't want to skip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendidikan Jasmani &lt;/span&gt;classes. ^^;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another random fact, seriously. Every time I drink soda, I'll go high and crazy. Damn it. Why do 100 plus sodas are so sweet and delicious to drink?!! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, another random fact.. I wish my hair was long enough to be tied into a proper ponytail. (With this kind of short hair, I'll make anyone, who sees me, laugh... Its irritating)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lastly... Whenever I see a certain someone at school, I feel like punching the person but the person somehow makes me want to be nice to the person. Eff the stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'charm'&lt;/span&gt; that person has. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all for today. I gotta hit the showers. I should get ready to go to school. &gt;&lt;  -Sayonara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5370025427651010288?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5370025427651010288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5370025427651010288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5370025427651010288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5370025427651010288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/04/procrastinator.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1423355049356414003</id><published>2008-04-15T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:43:15.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>Coolest Day Ever in 08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today (15 April 08) was a BLAST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kenape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It started out when we were doing P.E. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pendidikan Jasmani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cik Malatih (my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;olahraga coach -_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; came and made us train for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;olahraga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. We had to run half of the field repetitiously. I lost all my energy on the third round. Unfortunately, lightning strikes. It's not that I'm afraid of lightning but the lightning strike was so LOUD as if two large boulders crash into each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drops of rain fell down on my scalp, signaling that is was going to rain. I noticed that we had twenty minutes left before school activities end. I took my bag from the assembly stage and ran into the canteen. Then, I searched for Thiviya and Min Li. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After successfully finding them, I talked with my friends in 1 Amanah. We couldn't stop laughing. Three of my friends won't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;melatah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at every time we poke them. Some of them said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"1...2...3... LOMPAT KE ATAS!!", "OH HANTU!", "OH SOPIQ I LOVE YOU!", "ALIF TERJERIT MACAM MONYET!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I recalled one of them said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"OH ALIF KISS ME!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(LOL! 8D I poked the girl who said that... teeheehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, the bell rang. I tried my best to follow Min Li but it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;soo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;windy that almost everyone left the ground. The place was flooded with rain. Even the deeper c0rners were flooded with rain. Reika, Min Li and I couldn't stop shrieking when we felt our shoes being filled with raindrops. Seriously, the rain was pouring. Heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We bumped into Sue-Ann, a friend who walks with me and Min Li. Luckily, Min Li brought her umbrella and the two of us snuggled under it to keep away from the rain. We stopped for a minute to wait for Xian Jing, Letisha and Sue-Ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began chatting loudly about the rain and how fun it was. I was the first to start kicking the water near the sidewalk and purposely splashed Xian Jing and Sue-Ann. Then, Xian Jing snuggled underneath the umbrella with Min Li and I while Letisha was with Sue-Ann. We began screaming and "woot"ing the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We look like idiots. But, who cares? Better enjoy the moment. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked Xian Jing, "Why are you walking with us?" Of course, I shouted over the rain so that she could hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm going to Leti's house," She replied. (Leti is Letisha, okay? 8D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letisha's dad arrived at the scene, where he picks up Xian Jing and Letisha together to go to Leti's house. At the same time, Min Li's mother came. Min Li convinced me to join her but I said I want to stay under the rain longer. So, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While Min Li gets into her mother's car, Xian Jing offered me Min Li's umbrella since she will be riding in Leti's dad's car. So I took it and walked with Sue-Ann. When Leti's dad zoomed away, I waved goodbye vigorously like an idiot. Then, suddenly Sue-Ann started singing a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I can make it through the rain~~" It was the song 'Through the Rain' by Mariah Carey. Immediately, I joined in the singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I can stand up once again~" We sang half of the chorus. We were having so much fun that we sang the chorus off-key and out of tune. Well, who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, Min Li offered us to ride in her mom's car. So, we accepted. I couldn't get into the car because Min Li's umbrella had a problem of being closed. So, Min Li had to climb out and close the umbrella for me before the three of us entered the car. In the car, we began cheering in joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of us were soaking wet. Sue-Ann's mother JUST left as soon as we made it to her house in Min Li's mom's car. I gave back Leti's umbrella and said that Sue-Ann should give it to Leti tomorrow at school. Then, Min Li's mother drove us off to her house. Sadly, I had to walk out of the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was still pouring and I was already wet from head to toe. I walked back with my maid and here I am, sitting in front of the computer... Still a bit wet but I already changed my school's sports uniform to a pair of blue pants and a white shirt. Today was the coolest day in April 08. There's no point in denying it. WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1423355049356414003?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1423355049356414003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1423355049356414003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1423355049356414003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1423355049356414003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/04/coolest-day-ever-in-08.html' title='Coolest Day Ever in 08!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8168959990897611264</id><published>2008-04-11T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:51:35.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi people!! Sorry for not updating. Busy, busy, busy... Yep, I'm busy. You don't wanna know how busy I am, especially when you're a procrastinator-type artist. I've got so many artworks to do that I can't find the time to finish it. And my brain is cramped full with my stories and studies. I just hope I don't get a migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in school was okay, just don't like the teachers (most of the teachers are lousy -_-" seriously). On 6th April, my primary school just held their annual Sports Day. And the best thing was I get to see my former classmates (i.e Farhanah and Azmeera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Azmeera has grown taller and Farhanah has the same phone as I do. YAY! During the event, I had to run back home a little earlier because I don't want to stay locked outside the house when the event is over. Unfortunately, I missed the opportunity to see a long-time pal. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12 or 1 PM, my mom was going to a book fair. I asked my mom whether I can go to my cousin's house for three simple reasons: To see her newly cut hair, to return her books and to spend some time talking her face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wish came true but when we arrived, my cousin was nowhere to be found. Her mom and I had to search around the neighborhood to find her. We gave up on Plan A and moved on to Plan B. Our plan B was: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call Nalissa and ask where the heck was Nabilah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally after ten times of calling Nalissa, she finally picked up the phone (Thank You!!) She said that Nabilah was at a friend's house, doing a karaoke show. When Nabilah came back, she brought in a friend who I have never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked. Laugh and laugh, jump and jump. And the funniest thing we did was "shuffle". (A new kind of dance for the era)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shuffle" involves a lot of stomping, hand moves and leg movements. All the attempts we tried to accomplish were failed miserably. Well, not really but we did laugh. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! My list of requested artworks has increased! I don't know why I love to draw a lot nowadays but it's kinda fun. The problem is I'm a professional procrastinator. Sorry friends! :( To those who requested drawings from me, sorry for procrastinating. Too much homework. I intend on closing on requests and open commissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta say... My color pencils are not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt;. But sorry, that's the only thing I can do to buy my new set of color pencils (in case my previous set finish after I finish the list &gt;_&gt;). Well, the commissions are not too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how hard and how complex is the drawing. I'll make the listing soon. -_-" But I might give some requests for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;. There's a 50% possibility so don't expect anything from a person who spends cash for tools. (sweatdrop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming soon! Oh, and uh... about my stories. There all on hiatus so it might takes months to finish them. Shit....=.= (sorry for the swearing but I can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sayonara&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8168959990897611264?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8168959990897611264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8168959990897611264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8168959990897611264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8168959990897611264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/04/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6471694863198686097</id><published>2008-03-31T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:52:35.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>:D Must see Artworks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HALLO, PEOPLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm hyper today =D. GOODIE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yezzie back in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(grins)&lt;/span&gt; I'm very hyper today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think it must be the 7UP soda I drank at the school. LOL! Lame reason, I know. But it's true!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports Days &lt;/span&gt;just passed by on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday. It was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.. c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; second place in the 400 meter relay. Seriously, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stamina has whithered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I couldn't run anymore at the last 100 meters from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r I finished running, I coul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dn't stand any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the worst and unexpected news was... Ain&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my friend)&lt;/span&gt; fainted during marching&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not long time ago, I was inspired to write another story called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twin's Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Again, this i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suspense-drama-agonizing &lt;/span&gt;story. I won't be giving any snea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eks or anything because I'm still th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;inking of the details. I think I'm gonna make the characters die in the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(grins) *Evil Authoress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna feature some outstanding art works from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART.com&lt;/a&gt; that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tengok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jangan tak tengok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These are from a female Canadian artist. Her deviant name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "&lt;a href="http://kaze-hime.deviantart.com/"&gt;Kaze-Hime&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry if the pictures are too small. No space. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs23/f/2007/365/2/9/Year_of_the_Mouse_by_Kaze_Hime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs23/f/2007/365/2/9/Year_of_the_Mouse_by_Kaze_Hime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/361/a/3/a3b95e648219e27e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 258px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/361/a/3/a3b95e648219e27e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/089/5/6/Winter_Goddess_by_Kaze_Hime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 262px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/089/5/6/Winter_Goddess_by_Kaze_Hime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools she used to make these beautiful pictures are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I wished I had those kind of tools but they're only suitab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;le to be used when you have a tablet. Coloring through using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photoshops &lt;/span&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hard. But it's better than Traditional Tools &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e.g. color pencils, markers etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The next one is from &lt;a href="http://shilin.deviantart.com/"&gt;shilin.&lt;/a&gt; The pictures below are base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d from her manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackbird &lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://blackbird.ashen-ray.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read her manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2006/353/4/b/Blackbird___Crescent_by_shilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 278px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2006/353/4/b/Blackbird___Crescent_by_shilin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/110/b/a/Blackbird___Basilica_by_shilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 276px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/110/b/a/Blackbird___Basilica_by_shilin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2006/353/5/3/Blackbird___Chillin___by_shilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 255px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2006/353/5/3/Blackbird___Chillin___by_shilin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, those are such stunning pictures. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Envious)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shilin also uses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S2 and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CS3&lt;/span&gt; to color her pictures. They were done easily because she has a table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Not a medical tablet that you swallow. A tablet as in a computer that is like "paper and pen"  =.=) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Moving on, this time: Traditional Art!! The pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; below are from &lt;a href="http://aiko-frikki.deviantart.com/"&gt;AiKo-FrikKi.&lt;/a&gt; She uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; traditional tools which are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; color pencils, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faber-castell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;color pencils &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caran d'ache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;color pencils/pens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM48jqLmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Scv3IldftRU/s1600-h/___are_you_there__by_AiKo_FriKkI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM48jqLmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Scv3IldftRU/s200/___are_you_there__by_AiKo_FriKkI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079556036406882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM5sjqLoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dHrZ2X1R58U/s1600-h/aquello_en_lo_que_creo___by_AiKo_FriKkI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM5sjqLoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dHrZ2X1R58U/s200/aquello_en_lo_que_creo___by_AiKo_FriKkI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079568921308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM5sjqLnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DcJOsvK2BgI/s1600-h/GASP___Light_by_AiKo_FriKkI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM5sjqLnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DcJOsvK2BgI/s200/GASP___Light_by_AiKo_FriKkI.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079568921308786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GN5cjqLpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yq8j7b-mM4A/s1600-h/__it_rains___by_AiKo_FriKkI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GN5cjqLpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yq8j7b-mM4A/s200/__it_rains___by_AiKo_FriKkI.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080664137969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, I wish I was talented as her. T^T. Let's move on shall we? I love this person's work. Quite nice and wonderful. Almost flawless. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gawks in awe) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The owner of the art pictures are by &lt;a href="http://nefis.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nefis.&lt;/a&gt; Her art was featured in my previous post called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring's coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNcjqLuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8osYHtwMZkI/s1600-h/La_ventana_by_Nefis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNcjqLuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8osYHtwMZkI/s200/La_ventana_by_Nefis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084306270236386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNMjqLrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k1PMcg6XYvA/s1600-h/398152d54872b8ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNMjqLrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k1PMcg6XYvA/s200/398152d54872b8ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084301975269042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNcjqLtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9LhUurcO2Js/s1600-h/Por_la_primavera_by_Nefis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNcjqLtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9LhUurcO2Js/s200/Por_la_primavera_by_Nefis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084306270236370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRM8jqLqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hN7GTJSWLuQ/s1600-h/945e9a639568f094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRM8jqLqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hN7GTJSWLuQ/s200/945e9a639568f094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084297680301730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNMjqLsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SpJxpi3EHcw/s1600-h/1e0fe42afd9bf172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GRNMjqLsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SpJxpi3EHcw/s200/1e0fe42afd9bf172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084301975269058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tools she used are mostly color pencils or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3&lt;/span&gt;. No, I don't think she uses a tablet to color some of her pictures. That means she had to go throu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gh a lot of trouble to do the digital lineart and all those details. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I'm filling this post with girl's work. LOL! Time for the boy's turn. Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t's sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;off with this &lt;a href="http://kamikaze777.deviantart.com/"&gt;guy.&lt;/a&gt; All his work are made by color pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUmMjqLyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rSreRRWMqlY/s1600-h/a124a91c7612764a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUmMjqLyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rSreRRWMqlY/s200/a124a91c7612764a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184088030006882082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUmMjqLxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/goMFL4l2VYk/s1600-h/__Lithium_Dreams___by_Kamikaze777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUmMjqLxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/goMFL4l2VYk/s200/__Lithium_Dreams___by_Kamikaze777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184088030006882066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUl8jqLwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VaBKEegxTCQ/s1600-h/46f4b5df655325b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUl8jqLwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VaBKEegxTCQ/s200/46f4b5df655325b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184088025711914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUlsjqLvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fMxGIs_YyfU/s1600-h/Way_to_Fast____by_Kamikaze777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GUlsjqLvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fMxGIs_YyfU/s200/Way_to_Fast____by_Kamikaze777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184088021416947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next in line is from this &lt;a href="http://pyromaniac.deviantart.com/"&gt;guy.&lt;/a&gt; Well, he calls himself 'pyromaniac'. I don't know why. =.=... His real na&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maximiliano Cabrera. His works are also made of color p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;encils only. Many people think he uses Photoshop but unfortunately, no. He does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n't use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXicjqL1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xxxlDE1m78/s1600-h/hard_decision___collab_by_pyromaniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXicjqL1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xxxlDE1m78/s200/hard_decision___collab_by_pyromaniac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184091264117256018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXiMjqL0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lrchjOIbj1A/s1600-h/Cherry_by_pyromaniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXiMjqL0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lrchjOIbj1A/s200/Cherry_by_pyromaniac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184091259822288706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXiMjqLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sn3U4YjKw00/s1600-h/The_80th_Day_of_Autumn_by_pyromaniac.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GXiMjqLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sn3U4YjKw00/s200/The_80th_Day_of_Autumn_by_pyromaniac.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184091259822288690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all I have for this post. Hopefully, I'll be able to find more stunning "must-see" artworks. (Cricks my neck) Man, I was solid and stiff the whole time. (Cricks my knuckles) Gotta go, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pictures that you see in this post are NOT mine. The original owners of the pictures are listed carefully. All rights are reserved to the owners. Do not steal/claim these works as your own unless you have proof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6471694863198686097?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6471694863198686097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6471694863198686097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6471694863198686097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6471694863198686097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-must-see-artworks.html' title=':D Must see Artworks!!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R_GM48jqLmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Scv3IldftRU/s72-c/___are_you_there__by_AiKo_FriKkI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3968799993726204498</id><published>2008-03-23T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:52:57.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book with Pages'/><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello, people! Sorry, I haven't been updating for the last 2 weeks. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm writing a story called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cold as Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. No, it's not a published book or anything, just some story I'm willing to update in FictionPress.com. And because of my hyper mood, my blog readers have the chance to take a peek of my up-coming story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I might be printing the papers out and give them to my class monitor, Marcus (Who is dying to read it). Well, I wouldn't say it's romantic since Marcus might get grossed out if he reads the lovey-dovey parts. (Snickers) I'll make it a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;supernatural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;genre. Goodie! (Claps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here! Have a sneak peek in the first chapter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spaghetti hung from the tip of my mouth, my eyeballs felt as if they have popped out of my eye sockets and my mind completely shut down. I hope I don't sound like a moronic idiot or anything but did I hear the words correctly pronounced? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In  front of me was my smirking mother who seemed pleased of my silly reaction. A strange feeling loomed over her as she slowly shifted forward towards me. I did not move at all but I did dropped my fork. Okay, I admit... I do look like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you so shocked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;?" She asked in a sickening sweet tone. I twitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my senses functioned properly. I spat the spaghetti back on the plate, creating a huge puddle of spit on my plate. My mother glared at it in disgust. This is one of the reasons why she hates me being "not-so-ladylike". Remembering what I am suppose to say, I retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I not be shocked, mom?!" I exclaimed. I added, "You're sending me away to--" Rudely, she cut me off and continued my sentence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How rude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prestigious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lockwood Academy&lt;/span&gt;," She emphasized the name as I shuddered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B-But mom! I don't want to go to that academy! I love being here! This is where I'm suppose to be!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, how dramatic can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"You're going to that Academy no matter what! Even if that means I have to cut off your allowances!" Her eyes beamed devilishly. I sighed in defeat. Why does my mother always know how to threaten me?!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sometimes wonder if she is really my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the thought away, I asked her. "Why are you sending me to Lockwood Academy?" I asked, ready to bang the table but I know it will only make my mother burst into a beast. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Because I want you to find a proper boyfriend!" She clarified. Oh please, not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; stuff again. If you don't know what my mother is talking about, what's she trying to say it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I want you to have a real boyfriend!'&lt;/span&gt; For the last few years of my life, I've been dumped. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long. Maybe... ten times, I guess? Yeah, yeah... It sounds weird. Being dumped for ten consecutive times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the joy! &lt;/span&gt;But I was used to the dumping thing and I don't usually get my heartbroken. I hate being vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling my eyes, I protested again. "Mom, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;gonna chase anymore boys! I swear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. You're going to the academy no matter what." My mother clarified again. I feel suicidal now. Not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just for one reason?!" Well, I blurted that out unexpectedly. Shoot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with her green emerald eyes. "I'm sending you there for two reasons. One, find a proper boyfriend. Two, I want you to--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could finish her sentence, my breath escaped my lips. My breath was unusually cold and smoky. Feeling fear overtaking my mind, I immediately dived underneath the table with my mother. In a split-second, we both heard screeching sounds. I turned to my mother who had a depressed look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid vampires..." She cursed under her breath as she pulled out something from her pocket. It was a gun. Okay, I can see why my mother is sending me to the academy. She's trying to keep away from the dangerous vampires that visited us every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading her gun with her golden bullets, she clicked the hammer and was ready for action. I pulled out my gun as well from my pocket and clicked the hammer. Good, the bullets are loaded. We crawled out of the table and leaned against each other's back, clutching on our guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you see, this is why I want you to go there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black smoke erupted from the red carpet beneath our feet. More black smoke clouded around us. Immediately, we began shooting as dark figures emerged from the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I heard my mom shot the vampire who approached her first. I crouched down to avoid the talons of the female vampire's hand and shot her stomach three times. She screeched in pain as her figure turned into ashes. My mom shot the next two vampire who approached her threateningly. Their figures soon turned into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have a really huge secret to tell you--Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crouching down to avoid the vampire's long pale sword, I elbowed the vampire in the stomach before pointing my gun to the vampire's forehead and pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The vampire screeched in pain as the figure turned into smoke. Jumping backwards, a female vampire attacked me with her impossibly long talons. Her growl was icy and hollow. Aiming the bullets to her forehead, I pulled the trigger... sending bullets flying to her forehead. She cried and twitched pain as her whole figure submitted to gravity and turn into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am a vampire slayer&lt;/span&gt;. An &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infamous vampire slayer &lt;/span&gt;who is hailed by the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte Blackstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, how was it? But that's only just the beginning. Sorry to say but the sneak peek you read just now might be tweaked in the near-future into a more suspenseful situation. Keep a sharp eye to know when the story will be fully published in FictionPress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grins) Sayonara! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3968799993726204498?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3968799993726204498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3968799993726204498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3968799993726204498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3968799993726204498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/03/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-5639761719023050995</id><published>2008-03-09T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:54:02.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi again, people. I'm here again with this post. Okay, ahem... Let's get to the point, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I borrowed &lt;strong&gt;'My Kampung' &lt;/strong&gt;CD from one of my former classmate, Aziatul since she is the only who has the CD. I watched &lt;strong&gt;MK &lt;/strong&gt;and I totally regret for joining the act because of my &lt;em&gt;kain&lt;/em&gt;, a long skirt that I was forced to wear. It ended up slipping a bit but good thing the teacher called me out of the stage to fix my skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, I joined back the stage and I must say, I look like a complete idiot while dancing. Not because the skirt was slipping again, but because of the way I had to dance. Mr. Hadzir, the manager and teacher of the play, forced us to follow each of the scene's dance. I obliged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough of that, I'm currently at my mother's office. Eating Tiger biscuits while typing this post... I finished 10% of a drawing that I'm doing. I was supposed to do portraits of each main character of JOS (New title: TFOR) but I decided to turn them into MapleStory characters (An online RPG game that 98.8% all Singaporeans play it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm currently doing Awai Aigyou's portraits. I noticed that there are mistakes on the anatomy but too late, I have already inked it at the very last minute when I outlined the blue calaf she is wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Sighs) Holidays are in today people. Let's talk about what happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I went out on an outing with four of my classmates: Min Li, Marcus, Howe Wee amd Hongrui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, me and Min Li came to McDonalds... being the first ones to come. I had to call Marcus since he was the person who arranged the outing. We found them at 7Eleven with Howe Wee, drinking Slurpees. Following them back to McDonalds, Marcus won't stop blabbering about himself being a so-called cool pro, which infuriates Min Li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At exact 12 PM, we entered back into McDonalds and ordered our food. Then, we sat at the upper floor and began talking about school and some of our friends. I revealed to Marcus that my friend, Sandy, likes him. He was shocked at first but began accepting it. I could tell that Marcus also likes Sandy, since it's TOO obvious. (Giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had to wait for an hour for Hongrui to arrive to McDonalds since Marcus accidentally told him that we was supposed to meet us at McD at 1 PM. While waiting, we began talking about where to go in a famous shopping complex called One Utama. As soon as we walked out McD (to leave), we saw Hongrui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, we ate some candy while Marcus calls his mother to send us to One Utama. At first, the situation was kinda awkward but funny in the end because Marcus' mother worries about him too much that we nearly called him 'Momma's boy'. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all decided to go back at 3:30 PM while Hongrui decides to go at 3 PM since Marcus' mother told Hongrui's mother that he'll pick him up at 3 PM. We walked around, bought some cool stuff. Marcus and Howe Wee (known as MapleStory freaks) bought six A-cash cards (which cost RM24 a card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later, we walked around through different shops before finally eating at a Thai restaurant. I ate some fried fish sticks (I don't know what do they call it, but it was goood.......) with Min Li while Marcus, Hongrui and Howe Wee ate some soup, which I don't know what they call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At a gift store, Hongrui called his mother and told her that the four of us will go home because it was almost 3:30 PM. We went back to the Old Wing and waited at the taxi stop. We had to leave Hongrui behind because Marcus' grandfather arrived to fetch us. We said our goodbyes before getting into his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After dropping us at my house, Min Li wanted to play Maple Story so I let. We played until 5 PM, I guess because I wasn't keeping on track. I accompanied Min Li back to her house since she just live 25 blocks away from mine so it's quite near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all. I gotta continue coloring my drawing before I turn into a procrastinator. Hehe... X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-5639761719023050995?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/5639761719023050995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=5639761719023050995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5639761719023050995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/5639761719023050995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-in-life.html' title='Things in Life'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1788338706552252360</id><published>2008-03-03T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:55:21.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>List of pending artworks (&gt;&lt;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm putting this in my blog for a reminder, just in case. (Groans) This is gonna be long, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Min Li &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tsubasa Chronicle &lt;/em&gt;-- 0% (Lazy to do it, not my favorite anime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xian Jing &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Gakuen Alice &lt;/em&gt;- 80% (Working on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS book cover 3 - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The barrier that sets us apart' &lt;/em&gt;- Rough sketching done. (Doing lineart soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS book cover 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 'The reminiscing tone' &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Picturing the cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS book cover 1 - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Re-do) 'Something not as they seem' - &lt;/em&gt;0% (Searching for reference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS header - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOS book number __ and title -- &lt;/em&gt;(Deciding JOS's new name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyara17 &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Kyara herself, pearl - &lt;/em&gt;80% (Background haven't started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS protraits (Awai) &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Earth and Water User &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Re-working on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS protraits (Taiyou) &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fire and Lightning User - &lt;/em&gt;0% (Searching for reference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS protraits (Hana) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Magma and Time User &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Practicing the details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOS poster &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Just Our Story Manga &lt;/em&gt;- 10% (No time to do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alya &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Alya, the girl and fairy &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Keeping it aside for awhile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puan Rajina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Goodbye Card &lt;/em&gt;- 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mister Eugene &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Teacher's Day Card -&lt;/em&gt; 0% (Practicing to draw him -_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asningtiyas &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Purple Morning Glory &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Researching on the details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want is you &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Story book cover &lt;/em&gt;- 0% (Trying to picture the characters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! That was a lot. (Sighs) Man, I'm ready to die. Urgh, too many on pending artworks. But I'm too lazy to do them and sometimes if I don't draw anything, I'll get stuck in an artist's block. Grrr.... I need the new name of JOS!!~!!! &gt;.&lt; (Sighs) I'll doubt I'll even finish these because I'm focusing on my grades and school. (Collapses) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 10:45 AM. I'm suppose to get ready to school! But too lazy. And I'm also suppose to go to my former school to buy the CD &lt;strong&gt;My Kampung &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Umbrella &lt;/strong&gt;(Two different dances I did during 2007) Man, I missed everyone who I danced with in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Kampung &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umbrella. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Weeeekkkkkkkkk! ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1788338706552252360?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1788338706552252360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1788338706552252360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1788338706552252360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1788338706552252360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/03/list-of-pending-artworks.html' title='List of pending artworks (&gt;&lt;)'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-4979920343804869556</id><published>2008-02-29T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:56:33.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Cool and Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I changed my blog's layout and song. It looks really cool and breezy to me. XD! I just love blue, its a very cool colour. The new song is called &lt;strong&gt;'In This Life' &lt;/strong&gt;by Delta Goodrem. God, I love the song. It's has lighter flow than her previous songs. Yet she sounds a lot better than before. WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll make a header for my blog soon. Double WOOTS! Haha, but I think it will take time maybe until April I guess? Lol, I've been preoccupied with the things that is happening around my life. I'm trying to mantain my grades, pending art requests and joining a lot of sport events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Busy, busy, busy... Damn, my sister was right. The life of a freshman/student in highschool is tough but I think I gotta keep going on. XP! I just hope that this year is better than last year, which I'll doubt. Kidding only! It's only February right? So the results in uncertain. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I hope that there is some improvement this year than last year. Ah! I'm gonna buy the CD 'My Kampung' from my former primary school. (&lt;strong&gt;My Kampung &lt;/strong&gt;is an act that I joined last year, which you will find in my second post XD)... I guess I gotta borrow it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Man, I can't wait! WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-See ya, people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-4979920343804869556?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/4979920343804869556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=4979920343804869556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4979920343804869556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/4979920343804869556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/02/cool-and-breezy.html' title='Cool and Breezy'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3868817533744232684</id><published>2008-02-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:06:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amending Just Our Story (JOS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello people! =D. Sorry if I haven't been updating lately. It's just that I've been struggling to finish the endless list of homework and doing the athlete training. Yep, a lot has been going on lately. Especially 'Just Our Story'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my cousin and Nalissa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you don't topple off from the edge of your chair because what I'm gonna say next might be outrageous. But please understand, I'm saying this to warn you about our manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE:&lt;/strong&gt; The name of our manga is unsatisfying. I know it's suppose to be a manga about the Mikomi Sisters' lives. But I decided to add a lot of twists and when I played the whole manga in my head... The title did not suit the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Solution: &lt;strong&gt;We need to find a new name for the manga. I'm currently busy searching for the perfect name but I'm preoccupied with homework and on-going (and up-coming) events.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO: &lt;/strong&gt;There has been a lot of changes about the Mikomi sisters. I would like to keep this as a secret from the readers. (To know more, leave me an offline message, starting with "MANGA QUESTION 2") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Solution: &lt;strong&gt;As I said about having a lot of changes about the Mikomi sisters, the rate of the story (Which is currently K+) will might increase into a better and more complex situation. (Situation rated T) Plus, there will be drama included. (I know... It wasn't suppose to be dramatic but hey, what's life without drama?) -- (Okaay... That sounded weird) -_-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE: &lt;/strong&gt;Many things, villains, stuff and events has been added throughout the whole story but I'm sorry to say that.... We might be facing a hiatus to continue it because after amending it, (and finished writing the chapters) the manga will reached the climax. It will probrably takes us months to finish the manga and get to the 'THE END' point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Solution: &lt;strong&gt;Try to go online more often so that I can have a discussion with you two (Cousin and Nal)... I know this year is starting to grow shaky but please, I can't handle this burden by myself!! I need someone to share it. (Only with a person who is related to the manga ONLY!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR: &lt;/strong&gt;Characters' personalities. Yes, you read it. There are changes in the characters' profiles. More information, leave me an offline message through MSN or email me through my Yahoo! adress (Which you can find in my profile). The changes might be slightly confusing but we must change it to make a "flow" into the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Solution: &lt;strong&gt;I'll describe the characters' new personalities. (But there might be not many changes) Later, we'll discuss about the other things, which I will tell ONLY if it's important. The rest, I'll handle it. (Rubs temples)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That is all I could say about the manga Just Our Story. Nabilah &amp;amp; Nalissa... &lt;em&gt;Tolonglah... &lt;/em&gt;Can you please understand that I'm trying to change it for the better? No offense is purposely admitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3868817533744232684?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3868817533744232684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3868817533744232684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3868817533744232684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3868817533744232684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-people-d.html' title='Amending Just Our Story (JOS)'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3925819122255968454</id><published>2008-02-20T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:57:24.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Talents fading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I hope the title doesn't sound corny... Well, I guess so... And yes, my talents are slowly fading for some reason. Could it be because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a. &lt;em&gt;Rajin's&lt;/em&gt; block. (AKA laziness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b. Artist's block (Cannot draw out the picture well even though you want to or no inspiration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c. School. (Homework, the endless nagging sounds and of course, the athlete's training)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or d. Brain cracked. (Meaning as in my brain has been dissolved into shit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would say it's A, B and C only. Well, I think D is also including. But no accurate answer. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3925819122255968454?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3925819122255968454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3925819122255968454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3925819122255968454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3925819122255968454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/02/talents-fading.html' title='Talents fading?'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-6633021896034319045</id><published>2008-02-13T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:57:12.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Drowsiness..</title><content type='html'>(Shortest post ever) It's 10:58 PM at Malaysia... And I'm still not sleeping. I'm waiting for my nagging father to literally kick my ass to bed. I'm also waiting for my friend Min Li to literally kick my ass as well if I don't wake up at 8 tomorrow..-.- Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-6633021896034319045?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/6633021896034319045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=6633021896034319045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6633021896034319045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/6633021896034319045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/02/drowsiness.html' title='Drowsiness..'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-3539660644216517856</id><published>2008-01-31T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:07:43.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>Things that have been happening lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everyone! Sorry for not updating. Too lazy! Hehe... There was a lot of things that have been happening lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a cat, &lt;/strong&gt;His name is FLUFFY! So cute. He's a porsheian cat. Kinda resembles Garfield's laziness. Chinese New Year is coming soon! Aiyo! My classmates and I had to do a lot of stuff. We had to do a play, give out &lt;em&gt;ang pau(s)&lt;/em&gt;, give a huge card to Puan Ang (She'll be retiring soon) and man, I have &lt;em&gt;olahraga &lt;/em&gt;training every Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I wanna share something I've been watching lately. I recently found out about an anime named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romeo x Juliet&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I know it sounds kinda boring since some of you have heard about William Shakespeare's plays and one of them is called 'Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But trust me, the anime is &lt;strong&gt;totally &lt;/strong&gt;different from the play itself. The characters has really good roles, the storyline is much, much, much &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;better than the play and it has the same wicked Fate and Drama in it. I could've sworn I cried while watching the last episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have GOT to see it. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animegiant.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animegiant.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.animegiant.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to watch it. To watch the last episode (Episode 24), go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animefever.org/anime_listing/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.animefever.org/anime_listing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anime-giant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;doesn't have it. Oh my God, it has got to be one of most dramatic animes I have ever watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm kinda pissed off about the ending. Damn these Japanese. They like to make dramatic endings when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;Teenager Ranted &lt;/strong&gt;animes. I JUST LOVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROMEO X JULIET! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Going fanatic about it, LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm currently writing some several stories, but I was unable -always- to type it out. To new writers or to-be-writers, I hope you know... That chapter 1/Prologue is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always the hardest chapter to be written. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One story, the first chapter.... I've been editing it since November 2007!!! GAH! My brain is wrecking already when I try to make the first chapter has &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;that the readers came for to read it. But damn, I wonder what the friggin hell is happening to me, for goddamned's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm writing a story called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I think I'm gonna change the title cause it sucks. =,=) Not gonna give any spoilers, well only one. There is going to be a LOT of &lt;em&gt;knowledge battles &lt;/em&gt;against the main characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Example: &lt;em&gt;The song called &lt;strong&gt;'You raise me up' &lt;/strong&gt;has been covered more than 125 times, including by famous artists like &lt;strong&gt;Westlife&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Celtic Woman&lt;/strong&gt;, etc. (&lt;/em&gt;This fact is &lt;strong&gt;real!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't believe me? Go to wikipedia and search for You raise me Up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, why am I into this kinda of romantic stuff? Sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's kinda frustrating in my opinion. To those 'drama-romance' fanatic fans, sometimes you may feel as if your life is kinda sad for not having the experience in 'love' that all the fictional characters has experienced.(Like Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, Bella &amp;amp; Edward from Twilight by &lt;em&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But sheesh . . . It's kinda childish and irrelevant. More like redundant if the fanatic fans are trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;compare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;their roles in Life with fictional characters' roles in Fiction. Good thing I'm not one of them, thank you Allah! Now, I better log off before my dad starts to literally kick my ass to the shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sayonara. =3....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;: To those to-be-writers (who are trying to get inspirations or idea), please go to &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/"&gt;http://www.FictionPress.com/&lt;/a&gt; , look for the categories and Click! Your writing journey begins. And uh, try to get someone to help you - in case, you might topple off your chair in exhaustion and let the story rot into a piece of 70's crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-3539660644216517856?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/3539660644216517856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=3539660644216517856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3539660644216517856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/3539660644216517856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-have-been-happening-lately.html' title='Things that have been happening lately'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-1333847971080865495</id><published>2008-01-10T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:09:21.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>Challenging 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi again everyone! Is it just me 'cause I posted my last post on Jan 3, 08? Hehe, again forget about it! I'm a loudmouth! ^^" Now, let me start by recalling back this week at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School starting Jan 7, 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was really great! I never expected that I'll get more friends that I thought I would. =D. My old classmate, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is still with me and two of my classmates, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yoga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and the infamous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We'll get to that later... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had made up with a lot of new friends: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min Li, Xian Jing, Denise, Allyson, Ruvi &amp;amp; Letisha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woohoo! I can't believe I'm starting to feel more out-going than my normal self &lt;em&gt;(a.k.a moody self*) &lt;/em&gt;But I also noticed that my friendship with my online buddies are starting to loosen almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reason is, my dad is starting to ban me from using the computer after 7 PM. Oh! I forgot to mention that now my school coursework is starting at &lt;strong&gt;12. 30 PM to 6. 40 PM. &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, that 'late' I think. ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've been holding more responsibility at the classroom. I'm now the class monitor's assistant, leader for &lt;em&gt;Kemahiran Hidup&lt;/em&gt; and leader for Sivik group called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evolution. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damn! A lot of responsibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on 10 Jan 2008, I just got back from my &lt;em&gt;sekolah menegah&lt;/em&gt; ... And guess what me and my friends had to do there? We had to jog around the field around 10 times. Me, being the only girl to jog for 10 times, got selected to do 15 times on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad 'cause finally I can loose all the fat that I have in my hips. I've been doing a lot more artworks now... again. My teacher said that a girl (dunno her age, maybe in high school) got hired to an anime organization and earned &lt;strong&gt;RM 50, 000! &lt;/strong&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I got that job! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-1333847971080865495?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/1333847971080865495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=1333847971080865495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1333847971080865495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/1333847971080865495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/01/challenging-2008.html' title='Challenging 2008!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-7593926006302571914</id><published>2008-01-03T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:09:46.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surface'/><title type='text'>Spring's coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3zlMADxtZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2l_i0Xze--8/s1600-h/Por_la_primavera_by_Nefis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151244068142036370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3zlMADxtZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2l_i0Xze--8/s400/Por_la_primavera_by_Nefis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the many beautiful pictures by a famous artist from deviantart.com = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nefis.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nefis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring's coming soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-7593926006302571914?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/7593926006302571914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=7593926006302571914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7593926006302571914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/7593926006302571914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/01/springs-coming-soon.html' title='Spring&apos;s coming soon'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3zlMADxtZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2l_i0Xze--8/s72-c/Por_la_primavera_by_Nefis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8634451169383445807</id><published>2008-01-02T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:10:17.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><title type='text'>Back to school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe I'm going back to school! OH MY GOD!! I can't believe it's already 2008! Aww, I'm sure gonna miss the old days. (Sighs) Farewell memories, may I keep you in my big airhead... Haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm good! But still a bit nervous! Going to the orientation at the next-door secondary school! And guess what??!! I met the annoying Alif Ba-ta, who obviously teased me Iliyas every two seconds! &lt;strong&gt;(Real name Alif something something... Don't remember lol!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm currently hearing this song called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Immortal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;! Don't know why... Although it's an old song, I still love this song!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Old is gold!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm tired as well, after spending six to seven hours working on a picture I'm currently drawing. I don't know why I feel as if the picture is so precious to me! I don't care! Can't wait to show my friends, to remind them about the &lt;em&gt;"old days"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder how's the year gonna be? I hope it runs smooth! Hehe! Anyway, gotta sleep to start school. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wednesday, 2ND January 2008 here in Malaysia... School's starting tomorrow! OMG) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Good night people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151242689457534322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3zj7wDxtXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PQpW7pgBH1k/s400/My+Immortal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Created on &lt;strong&gt;2ND January 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Inspired by the song above. Dedicated to those who I know and to those who I care. &lt;/em&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/2101492543630283498-8634451169383445807?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8634451169383445807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8634451169383445807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8634451169383445807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8634451169383445807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3zj7wDxtXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PQpW7pgBH1k/s72-c/My+Immortal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8743429179397566640</id><published>2008-01-01T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:10:42.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.starfleetyachts.com/images2006/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.starfleetyachts.com/images2006/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! I hope that this year will be a better year than 2007! (Sighs) Can't believe it's 2008 already... I'm surely gonna miss the old days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8743429179397566640?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8743429179397566640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8743429179397566640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8743429179397566640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8743429179397566640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-people-i-hope-that-this.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101492543630283498.post-8891018025927051167</id><published>2007-12-26T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:12:12.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Details'/><title type='text'>Stories, stories and more stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi again, peeps! Hehe, did you all have a great Christmas? Yesterday, I didn't have enough time to blog a new post. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry Blog :'(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No worries! I'm back already from my 'four-days visit' to my hometown in Negeri Sembilan on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23rd &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... On the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of December, I went to MPH with my mom to buy some of my art supplies. When I was walking around to buy a new book cause I'm going to my 'next door' secondary school, starting my freshman year... Freshman year there is gonna be really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet all my archenemies who I greatly despise! Don't ask how and when I got into this whole feud thing. Anyways, when I was walking around... I saw a poster. When I saw it, I immediately go "o_O! OMG!" because the book that I really want... &lt;em&gt;IS HERE IN MALAYSIA!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Squeals in joy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want the book but I was afraid that my mom won't let me because ever single book I read at home was halfway finished... dotz... I told - &lt;em&gt;wait, scratch that... I &lt;strong&gt;begged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - my mom to buy one book for me. In the end, I got it! Woohoo! Here's the cover of the book ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSADxtQI/AAAAAAAAACg/loj9Gb57F_Y/s1600-h/%281%29+Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147946477434114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSADxtQI/AAAAAAAAACg/loj9Gb57F_Y/s320/%281%29+Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's called Twilight by my current Favorite Authoress Stephenie Meyer. It's a suspense-romance genre book. &lt;strong&gt;Confession of the day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I love reading romance genre books&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! I never knew that I could be really addicted to this book. Wanna bet? I finished reading this book - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has more than 500 pages I think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- in just &lt;strong&gt;1 day.&lt;/strong&gt; Really addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was madly flipping through the pages because of all the suspense it has in it. Every chapter grew more darker and I think my heart burst through my chest. In the end, it was OK. I ranked the book a 4 stars out of 5... I can't wait to buy the second book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSADxtRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7c9YDHIgUck/s1600-h/%282%29New+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147946477434130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSADxtRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7c9YDHIgUck/s320/%282%29New+Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is the second book cover of the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; series: New Moon. I wanted to buy all the books but I decided to buy one-by-one instead buying all together. I was thinking about saving my money next year 'cause I think I might trouble my parents who are currently in their early fifties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147950772401442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSQDxtSI/AAAAAAAAACw/bsxdu_1TlRE/s320/%283%29Eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The third book cover of the &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;series, Eclipse. Haven't brought it yet though. Still trying to save money to buy it. Geez, I didn't know I could be a desperate bookworm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I wouldn't be surprised about it becaues you should see my cousin, Nabilah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(professionally known as SingleTouch or Single)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;... She has the entire book collection of the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;book series, six books of the &lt;em&gt;W.I.T.C.H &lt;/em&gt;book series and many more&lt;em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;(I don't about the other books.. but she has a big collection in her room)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I only have two books from the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;book series! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sixth and seventh book)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSQDxtTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uWEg-DpKEHM/s1600-h/fistsandlipsticksposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSQDxtTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uWEg-DpKEHM/s1600-h/fistsandlipsticksposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSQDxtTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uWEg-DpKEHM/s1600-h/fistsandlipsticksposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147950772401458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSQDxtTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uWEg-DpKEHM/s320/fistsandlipsticksposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah my favorite! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fists and Lipsticks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, it's not a novel like the &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;book series. It's an online novel where you can read. Another romance-genre one but this one is &lt;em&gt;action-romance&lt;/em&gt; genre... I've been going completely obsessed about this one 'cause it's really sweet.... and funny. Also got suspense but not like &lt;em&gt;Twilight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The prestigious &lt;strong&gt;Tzusuya Academy &lt;/strong&gt;is home to Tokyo's most fearsome school gang, led by the famous, arrogant, yet exceptionally attractive &lt;strong&gt;Yamazaki Kosuke&lt;/strong&gt;, who gets away with all his trouble-makings, being the only son of Japan's most respected judge. And so, he, along with his four other colleagues bounded by their strong influences to the school administration, vowed to drive out anyone who attempts to claim their reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, however, a transfer student arrives in Tzusuya. Her hair is perfect, her eyes are sapphire, and her lips are pink - - - very pink. Turns out that this girl is no other than the infamous &lt;strong&gt;Miyazawa Aya - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who is also a gang leader herself!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rumors have swept every corner of the campus. The news of Aya's rising popularity did not fail to alarm Kosuke's gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, they had a new mission: &lt;strong&gt;Dr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive Miyazawa out of Tzusuya Academy after making her life a living hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However, what if things do not turn out as planned? Will matters, especially involving the heart, be resolved by an exchange of blows alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a story of nasty bullies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;powerful punches,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very pink lips,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ... love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to tell you peeps this. The story &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fists and Lipsticks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a manga, meaning it's a Japanese comic. All the names that you see like '&lt;em&gt;Miyazawa Aya'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'Yamazaki Kosuke'&lt;/em&gt; etc... are Japanese names. It was suppose to be a comic. Unfortunately, the author &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mark Harold Larucea, or better known as 'hiro-0911') &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is just an ordinary graduating International Entrepreneurship Student in Boston University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He doesn't own any kind of manga factory or station that works for him or able to publish his manga-novel. You can read it online at FictionPress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Fists and Lipsticks online&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2191842/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2191842/1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiro-0911.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://hiro-0911.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fists and Lipsticks original website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fistsandlipsticks.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://fistsandlipsticks.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, that's all I have.. for now. I just hope that I won't get bored of blogging. No worries, Blog. I think I might blog more often next year 'cause I'm gonna start my freshman year in &lt;em&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Bandar Utama Damansara... &lt;/em&gt;I'm so DEAD! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sayonara minna-san! &lt;strong&gt;('Goodbye everyone' in Japanese)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101492543630283498-8891018025927051167?l=freakki-yas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/feeds/8891018025927051167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2101492543630283498&amp;postID=8891018025927051167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8891018025927051167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101492543630283498/posts/default/8891018025927051167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakki-yas.blogspot.com/2007/12/stories-stories-and-more-stories.html' title='Stories, stories and more stories'/><author><name>Yezzie Yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814956095681807453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/ScXmba9qmEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-UQBW3qMxmI/S220/DSC01499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnEu_UI0Q2Y/R3HlSADxtQI/AAAAAAAAACg/loj9Gb57F_Y/s72-c/%281%29+Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
