<?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-3133646357954326826</id><updated>2011-11-23T13:52:21.851+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='school'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='craft'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>tweaking the truth</title><subtitle type='html'>clear dreams..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1899725912888870474</id><published>2010-11-11T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:36:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>かったかったかったぞう！！！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;myiheehee X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; be something wrong with my life patterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This year is just like last year... it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Dance! - (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Right after final exam ends - (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Three days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; practice - (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;One egoistical, very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; and cool popper who cannot count XD - (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And the rest, nerds - all from the same class -  (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Everyone screams like crazy for the popper, who gets the longest parts and basks in the limelight - (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Smashing success! - (check!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;o.O" But this year, I'm not the one teaching... I have to work to keep up with my teammates. That's... PROGRESS. XD And awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=176421499038900&amp;amp;comments&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;-click-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Anyway, winning Talentime was just awesome - we couldn't have done it without the super-pro popping and tap, weird ideas (and songs) and complicated really-hard-to-follow way of dancing, pro editing and our beloved string-holders. My trusted make-up artist, Vivi, and of course the incredibly supportive 2G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;. Oh yeah~ X)&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/3133646357954326826-1899725912888870474?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1899725912888870474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1899725912888870474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1899725912888870474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1899725912888870474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='かったかったかったぞう！！！'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3078142117744157691</id><published>2010-10-16T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:22:34.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>differences in perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take 1#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person : *disappointed surprise* Ehh, your folio is so thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me        : *beams proudly* I know, it's so thin right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take 2#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher scolds student for not wearing school socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student: *ceh, this was the only exception, I always wear school socks... darn teacher...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: *ahh, I'm so proud of myself... since the time I scolded her, she's never worn other socks again...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random musings. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TLnBAQ1w5LI/AAAAAAAABF8/pfvwVkrLvvc/s320/DSC09708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528662227838624946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim's party was awesome... although I know the people who read this blog don't know who Jim is. His house is like a model house, all white and glassy and furry and luxurious and studioish and carpety and beautifully furnished in a way you wouldn't think possible in a real house where people live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far... 「happy da yo」:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3078142117744157691?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3078142117744157691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3078142117744157691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3078142117744157691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3078142117744157691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/differences-in-perspective.html' title='differences in perspective'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TLnBAQ1w5LI/AAAAAAAABF8/pfvwVkrLvvc/s72-c/DSC09708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-786397653354694662</id><published>2010-09-12T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:29:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent, schmalent, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This is probably going to be another rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTvscgCDI/AAAAAAAABFE/mYNTN1KD7SA/s320/DSC09683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016459960027186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I never really understood the people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; over the things I make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTwJiDKtI/AAAAAAAABFM/_9FZPCQ9Jjw/s320/DSC09685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016467767929554" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Especially if they are the very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; people who complain about boredom-to-death every holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;then do what I do since you like it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Truth is, it doesn't take any talent at all to do what I do. It takes, in order of importance, three things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. Interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTw_pBnsI/AAAAAAAABFc/ajxl3zMJQxQ/s320/12940_1172279464075_1140679641_30405742_2359138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016482292702914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTwkz1IdI/AAAAAAAABFU/9JFs89SiImc/s320/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016475090264530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzUxy6g0jI/AAAAAAAABF0/Wm4yoGNJ3cY/s320/DSC04365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516017595567886898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;To a lesser degree, creativity and materials, but do note: these factors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;do not matter at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;. Only the three above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On interest, I think people these days are superficial. They don't care about anything but the finished product (which is what I show them). When they see what it takes to get there (which isn't very much), they give up way too fast. Sigh. I don't even want to talk about when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; get to see the finished product, which is part and parcel of the process called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;inventing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTxVZdcSI/AAAAAAAABFk/IRI47B1I224/s320/DSC08396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016488132997410" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On patience and practice... well our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; instant-gratification generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; speaks for itself doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And all this besides the fact that these things are in actual fact, pretty easy to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Haih. And here I was hoping I could make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;crochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzUxg7lXbI/AAAAAAAABFs/EukOmWQ5kss/s320/IMG_1291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516017590740540850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&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/3133646357954326826-786397653354694662?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/786397653354694662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=786397653354694662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/786397653354694662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/786397653354694662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/talent-schmalent-again.html' title='Talent, schmalent, again'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TIzTvscgCDI/AAAAAAAABFE/mYNTN1KD7SA/s72-c/DSC09683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1444015468546769260</id><published>2010-08-13T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:05:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>見て！日本人だよ！</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Give your stress wings and let it fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Terri Guillemets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ms Alexis: So what do you call people who take part in the mutiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Nel: Mutants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I've been brushing my teeth with my left hand for exactly three weeks. After the first two weeks I could do it almost perfectly, which is quite an achievement. Problem: I can't do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;For fourteen years I've been flipping pages with my left thumb while holding the book between my pinky and other three fingers. I've learnt to use my left hand to do things while brushing my teeth. And oddly enough, even though my right hand is my much stronger hand, it can't do things single-handedly. ;( Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;^w^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Crystal's Japanese girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Nako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, is such a sweet girl. :) She gives me hope that my studies aren't completely hopeless and useless, which I often feel while trying to talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The Other Japanese Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Today I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;totally super duper completely left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; in woodwork when I was talking to her. I suppose it's also because I designed something really complicated. =_='' So I got teacher to lend me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;tukul Warrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, which isn't allowed XD and finished it within half an hour at home. Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Finally got a side fringe. Muahaha. The stylist said I should cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, Vivienne-style, then I'd look like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;. Maybe next time lah. I don't want to look anymore childish or "innocent" than I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; already do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Realization ~&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  After tearing my hair out (figuratively) over unsuccessfully trying to find a place that sells furry cloth, I finally realised that I don't need it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;After all, I'm making an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Totoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, so why would I need fancy stuff like European &amp;amp; Extra Dense Mohair, Country Mohair &amp;amp; Antique Wavy, Old World Mohair &amp;amp; Feather Fluff, or faux fur? (I don't even know what they are anyway) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TGVP5QTpsGI/AAAAAAAABE0/I70OJhnLIh0/s320/fabric76sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504893964578828386" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TGVP5DV35qI/AAAAAAAABEs/_bz4Iqg3xeE/s320/fabric46sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504893961098487458" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TGVP4r0tdPI/AAAAAAAABEk/qHpW_4BOZjs/s320/fabric68sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504893954785375474" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As much as I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; to own the furry and undoubtedly expensive stuff, all I need is a couple of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;THICK, HAIRY, TOWELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TGVP4c8_G4I/AAAAAAAABEc/DhVpUH1l2oQ/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504893950793554818" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-1444015468546769260?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1444015468546769260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1444015468546769260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1444015468546769260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1444015468546769260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='見て！日本人だよ！'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TGVP5QTpsGI/AAAAAAAABE0/I70OJhnLIh0/s72-c/fabric76sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6749598257724842554</id><published>2010-08-08T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:21:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>necessary green evils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's never time to do all the nothing you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Bill Watterson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TF52nVlUQEI/AAAAAAAABEU/l6yv7Mi4A5s/s320/environmentally-friendly-house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502966212873961538" /&gt;NGE1#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Air con&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! No need to explain XD.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;NGE2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stationary&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TF52m7PHiuI/AAAAAAAABEM/2tPnmcA566c/s320/17031-Lime-Green-Man-Using-All-Of-His-Strength-To-Hold-Up-And-Write-With-A-Giant-Yellow-Number-Two-Pencil-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502966205801532130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't buy a new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;pen&lt;/span&gt; and buy refills instead, the refills come in individual plastic packaging and I still have to throw the old refills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I buy the biggest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;glue stick&lt;/span&gt;, it still runs out pretty fast and comes in individual plastic packaging plus a lousy blue ballpoint pen which I won't use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Correction tape&lt;/span&gt;, too, runs out fast and the one I use comes in individual plastic packaging. I think I'll be switching to the bigger ones with refills soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;what on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; do I do with all the pen refills, used up highlighters, used up pens, spoiled mechanical pencils, lead holders, used up correction tape, crooked rulers and itsy bitsy pieces of eraser?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, at least I can carve up the pencil stumps for fun. I have a friend who used broken pens and pencils to make fairly lethal crossbows, which is a rather... er, violent option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;NGE3#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Schoolwork&lt;/span&gt;. Since schools don't really care, there's nothing much I can do. The least I can do is print my projects on both sides of the paper and recycle/reuse the many exam papers, answer sheets, worksheets, handouts, exercise books, note books, letters to the parents, exam timetables, etc etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TF52mmZ67WI/AAAAAAAABEE/DFlcOnocO3E/s320/Dropping-Paper-On-A-Ground-And-Leaving-A-Paper-Trail-Symbolizing-Waste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502966200209698146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember once in Standard 5 Pn Wan Chek asked for rough paper. I gave a half an OMR answer sheet XD she was totally horrified and refused to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6749598257724842554?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6749598257724842554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6749598257724842554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6749598257724842554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6749598257724842554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/necessary-green-evils.html' title='necessary green evils'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TF52nVlUQEI/AAAAAAAABEU/l6yv7Mi4A5s/s72-c/environmentally-friendly-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6915808014169216557</id><published>2010-08-04T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:10:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In which there is impossible absurdity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;LV     : Ey. Do you care about your future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;QH    : No... of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;LV     : Me too. After all we're all gonna die right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;QH    : Yalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;... after all these months, my blog is once more presentable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I made those (header) frogs during the Mid-Term Exam in between tests. Unfortunately I seem to have lost the two smallest ones, which I was really proud of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlyxlhJIbI/AAAAAAAABDM/tewCyHhyoSI/s320/DSC09345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554616020050354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I believe this is my pinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really remarkable how a song can reflect exactly what one's thinking at that precise moment. Not just certain lines either - almost word for word, line for line. Which is why I've started posting "Song of the Day" as my Fb status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, I seem to be mentally healthy... the number of &lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt; (Chris Daughtry) days seem to be lessening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, none of my staples seemed to fit - not emo enough for &lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt;, not down enough for &lt;i&gt;Details In The Fabric&lt;/i&gt; (Jason Mraz), nor serene enough for &lt;i&gt;Life Is Wonderful&lt;/i&gt; (Jason Mraz). Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that &lt;i&gt;The Show&lt;/i&gt; (Lenka), which I've always liked but could never quite relate to, fitted like a jigsaw piece. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dialogue up on top is one between two impossibly funny persons in my class. They're impossibly absurd, and very unique =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuJu hwaiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlyyfzZKZI/AAAAAAAABDc/pq4ezTK_4Mk/s320/2009120908161139578_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554631665854866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;とほしんきはかっこいいだよ！がんばって！Although my favourite member doesn't look very good here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlyxwjMwsI/AAAAAAAABDU/v03GDMXKTCA/s320/28rd537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554618981466818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFl0KBT3nvI/AAAAAAAABDk/GJXNkyfuNL8/s200/0fabe3ca183b9b79061c06d9c45db995.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501556135309057778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;credits to google.com for my favourite idol photos, and theoatmeal.com for this super-cute comic.&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/3133646357954326826-6915808014169216557?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6915808014169216557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6915808014169216557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6915808014169216557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6915808014169216557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-which-there-is-impossible-absurdity.html' title='In which there is impossible absurdity'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlyxlhJIbI/AAAAAAAABDM/tewCyHhyoSI/s72-c/DSC09345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7204455593184391257</id><published>2010-03-16T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:25:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>たべものではありません！</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S5-hCqKZenI/AAAAAAAAA_c/b01y9Rm6ky4/s320/DSC09082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449251141191301746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;“た。。。べ。。。も。。。の。。で。。。は。。。ありません、”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;I read out slowly and we both burst into laughter. When I’d recovered I turned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;“Eyh? How do you know what that means?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt; In reply I got “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;=_=”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;”… which is &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt; trademark look to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;I think we’ve moved from one stage of private jokes to another. At one time, they didn’t use to be in &lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;. At one time, we communicated in terms of “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;”, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;=_=”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Me no know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;” which seemed quite unfathomable to most other people for some strange reason. I mean, it’s not like we created our own language… which can actually be quite fun. I once overheard a friend say excitedly to another friend, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I dunno lah, should I lollilop him or monster him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;” =_=” I digress. Maybe it’s just the overall effect. After all we used to creep people out by say the same things without pre-preparation, coming up with the same ideas, jokes, and phrases. I guess suddenly going “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;” just wraps it up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S5-hDRLV6fI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xxgZCtRcEmY/s320/DSC09093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449251151664245234" /&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7204455593184391257?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7204455593184391257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7204455593184391257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7204455593184391257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7204455593184391257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='たべものではありません！'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S5-hCqKZenI/AAAAAAAAA_c/b01y9Rm6ky4/s72-c/DSC09082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5105358345958068240</id><published>2010-02-21T17:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:45:35.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow. My shin hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wore myself out yesterday. It feels so cool to actually be part of a official campaign rather than just being an onlooker. Painted faces from 10 to 7 with a break from 1:30-3. Had to wake up at 6 to go to &lt;b&gt;FGS Dong Zen&lt;/b&gt;, a ginormously huge temple in Jenjarom, Banting. Never heard of it before, have you? I hadn't either, but I have a classmate who lives in Banting and takes an hour by bus to go to school every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Evf_G1PrI/AAAAAAAAA90/BAMtNOqPofg/s320/DSC08812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682051402809010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spotted this truck at least three times on the journey there. We really laughed our heads off. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhiDZ4UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TsJT-j15lUg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhVc46GI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EeszOGGfWY4/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682074580772962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Rawr. If the number of tigers doesn't double by next year, they're going to go &lt;b&gt;extinct&lt;/b&gt;. Ain't that just sad? We won't get to see them stripey kitties no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhiDZ4UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TsJT-j15lUg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvgTyvgqI/AAAAAAAAA98/uP7U1Zs-Cs8/s320/DSC08823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682056955691682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kar Tong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I think we bonded over anti-veggie sentiments during lunch. Speaking of which, lunch was really interesting. Lots of veg (which I didn't take...duh) and &lt;b&gt;fake fish and meat&lt;/b&gt;, which were both quite weird but cool... like a cross between sponge and tofu and luncheonmeat, plus lots of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;perisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhiDZ4UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TsJT-j15lUg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhiDZ4UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TsJT-j15lUg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4EvhiDZ4UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TsJT-j15lUg/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682077963542850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were plenty of really cute &lt;i&gt;chibi&lt;/i&gt; monk statues around the compound, which, I repeat, was really huge. Makes me wonder what they do to use up all the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu2I139KI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IT7PK-a-iSY/s320/DSC08848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440681332461532322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;My aunt painting VIP 1#, the &lt;b&gt;boss of WWF Malaysia&lt;/b&gt;. He looked really cool because of his mustache, like extra black stripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Evg3BKH_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/4iqpNV2aAIA/s320/DSC08844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682066411397106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;My cousin Wei Wen painting VIP 2#, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;drumroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;)... &lt;b&gt;Elizabeth Wong&lt;/b&gt; herself! I got to see her at one St John dinner, but didn't see her cos I wasn't so far front. The &lt;b&gt;VIP monks&lt;/b&gt; also got painted, so sporting of them :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu013Ld1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZmrhCx7In1g/s320/DSC08902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440681310186862418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Malay boy I painted. There were quite a number of non-Chinese there... I also painted a Malay lady and two Indians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eyqo5Xi9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/DT4zbuhCLeY/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440685532954201042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Roar. Many of the people just happened to be around (the temple is very popular, the place was stuffed at night despite its huge area... it has a &lt;i&gt;ferris wheel&lt;/i&gt; for some reason), like &lt;b&gt;little stoned kids &lt;/b&gt;whose parents make them get painted, lol. But there were a few who specially came to be painted, so nice of them =). One guy was signed up with &lt;b&gt;MYCAT&lt;/b&gt;, another came from Taylor's Subang (that's next to my school, you know!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4D60nUtdII/AAAAAAAAA8s/we8RrKEW8zQ/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440624131679548546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Some dude I painted. I got one particularly horrific one (not this one) who was sweating so profusely, by the time I got to the mouth, the forehead orange had dripped down mixing with the eyelids and threatening to go into his eye. I fetched the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;electric fan &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;specially for him. =_=''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu1CpmSJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Mv34H5Y69TA/s320/DSC08933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440681313619560594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tigers&lt;/b&gt; being interviewed by the &lt;b&gt;media&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu1vIf1MI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ll0jS8gcTos/s1600-h/DSC08973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu1vIf1MI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ll0jS8gcTos/s320/DSC08973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440681325560321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8TV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4D625ezGBI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ZnAbOEuiwrw/s320/DSC08996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440624170913437714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;This super adorable, smooth-skinned little girl who can't speak English... actually only one of the little kids could, and he was Indian. All the kids are so stoned... they all have such &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;super super smooth skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it's scary. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Eu0EJMYFI/AAAAAAAAA9M/bRQNdtEw8p8/s320/DSC08887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440681296840646738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rawr, hard at work again. At first I took over 20 minutes to do one person... by around 4 I only took roughly 5 minutes per person, and I'm not exaggerating. It's&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; amazing really, and exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... at first I tried to keep count by taking pictures (btw, I do paint quite well! Blame my grainy phone camera for the quality) but then the people were just rushing by... &lt;i&gt;600... 800... 900...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4D62C5Hk0I/AAAAAAAAA88/14F7BzEbeXc/s320/DSC08998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440624156259881794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sister painted this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adorable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; little baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4D61fu3klI/AAAAAAAAA80/CmB4msyt1qc/s320/DSC09005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440624146821648978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Every tiger had to register and have their photo taken, after which &lt;b&gt;Polaroids&lt;/b&gt; of them were printed out and pasted on the wall. So cute right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4D6zueNgLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6FEGOarU8Vo/s320/23945_320415980068_667580068_4073053_6682910_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440624116418576562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aiyoh, so tired! Posing with the Polaroid wall. When the whoops of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;"1000!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;went round, we all heaved sighs of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;... but the people kept coming! Oh my gosh so freaking tiring. Just painting... and painting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;and painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Had Subway for dinner at about 9. The guy gave me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; at my near-empty sandwich again. Honestly, it puts me off Subway. Bleargh. 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My shin hurts.'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/S4Evf_G1PrI/AAAAAAAAA90/BAMtNOqPofg/s72-c/DSC08812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-176060850797556072</id><published>2009-12-15T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:35:06.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent, schmalent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recently completed my most large-scale craft project this year - a doll of Hatake Kakashi, my favourite Naruto character - do go visit the photo album on Facebook. One friend did just that, and commented, "You have talent," to which I replied, "I have imagination and experience."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talent? Phooey!  In the light of recent projects such as &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2024934&amp;amp;id=1140679641"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/homemade-ted.html"&gt;Christopher&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/homemade-tee.html"&gt;"Dot" Tan&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-in-bottle.html"&gt;Amanda's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/fiery-skulls.html"&gt;my Dad's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/ritz-and-choc-chippies-d.html"&gt;my Mum's&lt;/a&gt; birthday gifts, it may seem so, but it's simply a matter of interest. I certainly enjoy all things art and craft though - I think artistic-ness/creativity runs in the family. At age seven, I decided to explore sewing (and glueing. hee). I experimented with making so many things that I lost count and decided to dispose of them. Now most of my unwanted, bizarre creations are kept in my mum's purple hatbox, a treasure trove of sorts. Before I continue let me recount something that recently happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flashback&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setting: Dad, sis and I carrying stuff to the car. I'm downstairs, they're upstairs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sis: YI ZHI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Me: *runs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sis: Look at this! *holds out something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Me: *bursts out laughing* It's so ugly! I almost forgot about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-later on in the car during a discussion-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Me: He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; supposed to have a snout right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dad: *gives a &lt;b&gt;duh&lt;/b&gt; look in a lame imitation of me as usual* Yess, don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Me: *bursts out laughing again* I gave him a beak! You know, when you open his beak you can see into his brains! Hahahahaha!!! And I wove him a stomach, maybe I didn't have green felt at the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dad: You sound like a god in the process of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;End flashback&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what we were looking at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeRA--RXhI/AAAAAAAAA68/KLtNz1JKnAY/s320/DSC08567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415456523026521618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is supposed to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;. You know, the purple dinosaur from your imagination. This Barney is 70% glued, 15% woven and 15% sewn. I was horribly lazy at the time. Here I experimented with movable limbs, but they're very shaky and on the verge of falling off. If you open his beak you'll see the old towel that I used as stuffing staring right back out at you. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeRBRLhgdI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NJeZ3EI1Krc/s320/DSC08568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415456527913943506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first attempt to sew a teddy bear. If I recall correctly, I actually had a proper template for this, unlike my other self-designed creations. I can clearly remember wailing to anyone who would listen, "His face is too flat!" and "&lt;b&gt;I SEWED ON THE EARS WRONGLY!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;" I christened him Joni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeRAbkuZpI/AAAAAAAAA60/-ocRyIeIGew/s320/DSC08566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415456513524131474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My second attempt - yes, that is supposed to be a teddy bear - this time I tried to give him a snout. Isn't he simply hideous? =D Name's Taka-taka. Mind, he isn't the ugliest around. There're other less presentable creatures lurking in the Hatbox. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advancements&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays I can easily backstitch in a straight line and control the sewing machine. It's just the years of practice that puts me ahead of my clumsy KH classmates, nothing else. For example, Xi Shern too has a head start because of his previous sewing experience (he sewed himself a really ugly pencilbox with a zip and occasionally uses Grandma's old sewing machine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeT-Z2pGhI/AAAAAAAAA7M/FYKTQs85zRY/s320/12940_1172279464075_1140679641_30405742_2359138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459777237555730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pride and joy - Kakashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeT-pBAvZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gUW2yVsXn2I/s320/DSC04365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459781307579794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My other pride and joy - Christopher "Dot" Tan. I had a good template for this. His limbs are movable, and very solid. At one time he used to be able to stand upright without ever falling down, but unfortunately the stuffing's gone out of his joints, so he lacks the support needed to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeT_O1lxvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/EMreYTpOKro/s320/DSC05839.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459791460222706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made him a shirt. Nice eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeT-_DLVkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Kn8KnSepl2w/s320/DSC05838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459787222242882" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Syeb5WoNbGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/A1cV8HBPTUY/s320/DSC08396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415468486565391458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Amanda's birthday present, painstakingly prepared for her. Here for the first time I successfully experimented with and pulled off a satin stitch. Kakashi's Mangekyou was also satin stitched and that, too, was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-176060850797556072?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/176060850797556072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=176060850797556072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/176060850797556072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/176060850797556072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/talent-schmalent.html' title='Talent, schmalent.'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeRA--RXhI/AAAAAAAAA68/KLtNz1JKnAY/s72-c/DSC08567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6977960546698210202</id><published>2009-12-14T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:19:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Living in this new house is like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;, somehow. A little like a holiday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;bedroom &lt;/span&gt;is lovely. It's a little larger than my previous bedroom. The walls may not be my favourite lime or olive, but it's still a lovely, likeable shade. My bed is really nice - for some reason I feel really happy whenever I lie on it even though the mattress is the same, and so are the pillows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyX0dreryYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ZsrLG6GGkOM/s320/DSC08471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415002917707696514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wardrobe is smaller, and hence very much neater and easier to navigate. I have a huge glass-fronted bookshelf - half is going to hold books while the other half houses my menagerie of toys. Oh, and of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;. Did I mention he's complete and looking good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyeJUfJkKKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/KcE9exvLDRE/s320/12940_1172294024439_1140679641_30405871_6958682_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415448061988317346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; mirror&lt;/span&gt; is going to be put on the wall so I can practise my dancing.  My long, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; rug adds a lively feeling to the room. Because I don't have clean curtains yet, every morning I wake up to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; streaming in through the windows. It's a wonderful feeling, I might just consider leaving my curtains open when I sleep. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;bathroom&lt;/span&gt; is long, comfy, and orange. Plus we're spoilt for choice, what with all the racks and hooks lining the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house is full of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;. There're so many switches that I even get confused by the six switches in my room, so I tabbed them. Lights here, lights there, lights everywhere. One gets spoilt for choice. It's nice though, albeit somewhat confusing. In my room alone, there are five lights - two down lights which render my table lamp unnecessary, one squarish white light in front of the wardrobe, one lamp specifically for reading above the bed, and one yellow light that bathes the room in a warm yellow glow at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;baby grand piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is gorgeous. It feels totally different from our old Petrof upright. It not only looks good but sounds and feels amazing. It's indescribable =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sparky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has to be kept in his cramped cage, but a few times a day we let him out and he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;gallops&lt;/span&gt; across the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;lawn&lt;/span&gt; in the most ridiculous fashion. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;He soars from the higher level of the lawn to the lower with his thin drapy ears streaming behind, tongue lolling out, and limbs stretched out exaggeratedly.&lt;/span&gt; It's really funny to watch. He really seems to like the grass, so I (will) try to spend a lot of time in the garden doing something else while supervising him so he gets to stretch his legs more often. He's been getting a little rebellious though, refusing to go back into the crate. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;I'm happy. =)&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/3133646357954326826-6977960546698210202?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6977960546698210202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6977960546698210202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6977960546698210202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6977960546698210202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreamland.html' title='Dreamland'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SyX0dreryYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ZsrLG6GGkOM/s72-c/DSC08471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6260641298850910613</id><published>2009-12-02T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:41:13.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heesica and Anchovy, hwaiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedicated to my 3rd and 4th favourite SuJu members, Heechul and Eunhyuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXPkkTb1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/6JGtxKlS8iI/s320/heechulhaengbok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537558613651282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't attempt to summarize &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Heechul&lt;/span&gt;'s personality, because it's really quite impossible. He is a very complex, multi-faceted character. He's fascinating, really. He's my sister's favourite member, and I personally have a bit of a soft spot for him despite him being behind Kyuhyun and Donghae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXPyGyf6I/AAAAAAAAA5U/ydZmG_ED1MI/s320/Heechul-crossdressing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537562247954338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is someone who always has to stand out - when everyone wears black pants, he wears red. He holds his mic sideways. His hairstyle is wildly unpredictable. To go hiking, he wears &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;pink fluffy bunny slippers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXQGgp20I/AAAAAAAAA5c/1n6pr9bcumQ/s320/hee__sica-200906182311402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537567725148994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a very sensitive person, and a great actor. He loves playing pranks on others, but never falls for them himself. He's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;hilarious, loud, noisy, ridiculous and wacky&lt;/span&gt;, and you always know when he's around because everything suddenly becomes much funnier. He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;never runs out of witty comebacks&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and he crossdresses a lot. He's very good at it. Seriously. Above is his alter-ego, Heesica (this is a pun against Girls' Generation's Jessica). You get to see Eunhyuk's alter-ego too further down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXZBKpWVI/AAAAAAAAA58/GAt9ir6U324/s320/eunhyuk-anchovy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537720909486418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eunhyuk&lt;/span&gt;, also known as Anchovy because he's so skinny, is a far cry from Heechul. His more famous nickname, however, is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;dance machine of Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. I will divide him into two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXQ6jFv9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/89aH4SJJ23c/s320/eunhyuk-dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537581694009298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;On stage&lt;/span&gt;, Eunhyuk lives up to his name as the dance machine. He's the best dancer in SuJu and owns the stage. His sheepish, dorky grin disappears and in its place, an arrogant smirk. His blur look is replaced by a sharp gaze looking &lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt; at you, always down. When you see him dance, it gives you the feeling that he lives to dance. I just don't know how to describe his cool-ness on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXY1RH8zI/AAAAAAAAA50/JnzRXG_RiXk/s320/eunhyuksleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537717715432242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Off stage,&lt;/span&gt; Eunhyuk is a bit dorky and blur. He is totally hilarious and always says funny things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list of my favourite quotes is so long I can't even remember it myself. In short, he's really really really funny. There's something charming about his blurness. He is really lovable even though he may not be drop-dead gorgeous or anything. When Heechul and Eunhyuk get together, they're really a force to be reckoned with - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;super duper hilarious combo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXQrY6RHI/AAAAAAAAA5k/O8pvuc4-25Y/s320/eun-ja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537577624781938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, Eunhyuk makes a very pretty girl although he's so guy. No, he's not gay. He's one of the few innocent ones left in SuJu. He, Heechul, Sungmin and Kangin compete against each other in an internal crossdressing beauty pageant. Hilarious. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Vl-po2vukc"&gt;Click to watch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of favourite quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the (fake) English police station, the lady asks the members why they're there and suggests that they are looking for a lost friend. She takes Eunhyuk away into a room to be the 'lost friend'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cop: Can you describe your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Heechul (his English sucks): *blink blink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cop: *gesturing* Is he tall or short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HC: *decisively* Oh, short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: *sticks his head out of the door*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey, I'm long!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;English teacher: Eunhyuk, what do you like to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: *confidently* I collect cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ET: Oh really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: Mmhmm. I do it everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Donghae: Do you have money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: Because it's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titanic roleplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Kangin: Do you trust me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;EH: *wavering voice* No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other miscellaneous favourites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titanic roleplay again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siwon: Do you trust me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Han Geng: *high-pitched voice* Yes, I do trust you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siwon: You fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Han Geng: *opens eyes* Oh, beautiful! A fish! *points at Donghae*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6260641298850910613?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6260641298850910613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6260641298850910613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6260641298850910613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6260641298850910613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/heesica-and-anchovy-hwaiting.html' title='Heesica and Anchovy, hwaiting!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYXPkkTb1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/6JGtxKlS8iI/s72-c/heechulhaengbok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2977312668151120887</id><published>2009-12-02T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:51:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishie hwaiting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedicated to my 2nd favourite SuJu member, the adorable Donghae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYNvs5H3qI/AAAAAAAAA5E/v6bNb2Me9oQ/s320/eunhae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410527115487993506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also known as '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fishie&lt;/span&gt;' because his name means 'east sea'. He's a great &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;dancer&lt;/span&gt;, and his personality, as described by Kyuhyun, the youngest (in Korean): "innocent, pure, cute and lovable. He's a kid." What I like most about him is when he said (in Korean), "I didn't get here by luck or coincidence. I'm here because of my own hard work" or something like that anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He speaks slightly better English than the other members (except Kibum, who lived in America before) because he likes watching movies so much. My favourite line from him: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;You look like a Nicholas Cage!&lt;/span&gt; (in English. lol) and when he was in Starbucks, he asked the lady : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Can you turn off the lights please? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;He's really adorable and is one of the few members with a clean record of not being involved in gay acts. I think he's one of the more popular members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite photos of him are in my previous post - the Pepsi CF. He's on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2977312668151120887?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2977312668151120887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2977312668151120887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2977312668151120887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2977312668151120887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishie-hwaiting.html' title='Fishie hwaiting!!!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYNvs5H3qI/AAAAAAAAA5E/v6bNb2Me9oQ/s72-c/eunhae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1867087875762198677</id><published>2009-12-02T14:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:46:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyuhyunnie hwaiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my favourite SuJu member, Kyuhyun (a.k.a. GameKyu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYMVbbgaDI/AAAAAAAAA48/Fq6GhtzA3hE/s400/kyu-cosmopolitan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410525564612143154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(top: Han Geng and Kyuhyun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;bottom: Donghae, Eunhyuk, Leeteuk and Kyuhyun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kyuhyun, the beautiful voice.&lt;/span&gt; His voice is just gorgeous. Amazing. Can't be described with words. He sings so charismatically too. He can make any song sound good and has the best voice and the widest range in Super Junior. He adds some vocal prowess to SuJu, whose members tend to specialize in other areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later found out about his cheeky, playful (bordering on disrespectful XD) manner when he addresses the other members, despite being the magnae (youngest). He really pwns them. Quite funny. Unfortunately, despite his gorgeous looks, he's not very photogenic, unlike Kibum. Let me clarify: it's not for his personality that I love him, although he is pretty funny. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;The power of the voice takes all&lt;/span&gt;, and that's saying something when there are people like Heechul and Eunhyuk around who really have very lovable, fun, and in Heechul's case complex personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This series of photos was taken when they were doing a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pepsi CF&lt;/span&gt;. I love these shots because it's rare that we get to see polite, gentlemanly Siwon's (right) playful side and Kyu (centre) looks really cute =). &lt;a href="http://superduperlove.wordpress.com/2009/06/15/kyuhyuns-cyworld-entries-2009-06-15/#more-2907"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to enlarge. You won't regret it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYLht8V_4I/AAAAAAAAA40/qm6LnCfA6T0/s400/pepsi-cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410524676228513666" /&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/3133646357954326826-1867087875762198677?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1867087875762198677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1867087875762198677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1867087875762198677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1867087875762198677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/kyuhyunnie-hwaiting.html' title='Kyuhyunnie hwaiting!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxYMVbbgaDI/AAAAAAAAA48/Fq6GhtzA3hE/s72-c/kyu-cosmopolitan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-885531086089349962</id><published>2009-11-30T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:43:44.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to SriKL today to get uniform and books. Sadly, they decided to change the uniform... why??! I liked the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; polo and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; skirt. The new skirt is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt;, while I have yet to see the new shirt as well as the PE shirt. The PE pants are black shorts. How nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago I went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; to look for bookshelves and towel racks. Came across Zoon's cousins. And Zeen's too, I guess, although they were out of sight being so tiny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puzzled? Let me introduce you to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNZVUBioiI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aSE-HgyQyfo/s320/DSC07621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765800089395746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Zoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - my birthday present from Amanda last year. I'm very fond of him and even made him a new shirt (of course, this was when my sewing machine was still working. it was easy-peasy with it. a very simple shirt). He's a bit difficult to handle though, because of his size. Hard to keep his tail from trailing all over the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNZVp5eFYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/M9yeHE4QWO0/s320/Image029%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765805961123202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Zeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - this little fella who is suppose to reside in Zoon's mouth with the help of a Velcro patch. I keep him on Zoon's back though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNZV9cY_mI/AAAAAAAAA4s/lQftLTGQFQw/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765811207863906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;cousins&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/3133646357954326826-885531086089349962?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/885531086089349962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=885531086089349962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/885531086089349962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/885531086089349962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy.'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNZVUBioiI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aSE-HgyQyfo/s72-c/DSC07621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3706058283039223210</id><published>2009-11-30T11:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:06:33.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time in a bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whee. Two weeks have passed since the school hols began. I'm super-busy making birthday presents - Nov-Dec is really really stressful. This year I didn't give Jin (12 Nov) anything, but Amanda's (25 Nov) was pretty detailed. Although I got an extra five days because she's in Japan. Let's take a look-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;1# da 'hog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBy57q-LI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PWjHUZCKT7k/s320/DSC08396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739920202463410" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBzIFqYJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8aRX6PsFs5A/s320/DSC08397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739924002463890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This fella is really cute. I'm quite proud of myself, I managed to successfully pull off a satin stitch for the almond-shaped eyes. 100% hand-sewn, because my sewing machine is currently non-functional. Out of order. The spikes are sewn on in such straight lines that can be easily mistaken for machine-sewn backstitch. Hee, I guess I'm improving with practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aunt : Is this machine-sewn? Wow, I'm impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Grandma : Did you make this? (me: yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sister : You should tell her that it's hand-sewn, it's hard to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2# time in a bottle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBzQ-EEUI/AAAAAAAAA20/lLlpNVAG8GE/s320/DSC08399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739926386512194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBzov71MI/AAAAAAAAA28/gcgjiXGJ95g/s320/DSC08401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739932769703106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The back is private. This card was inspired by a horrible-sounding old song my guitar teacher tried to teach me, but it has nice lyrics, and &lt;i&gt;The Black Pearl&lt;/i&gt; from Pirates of the Caribbean. I did a lot of research on it. I used fat double-sided tape to make the bottle and the picture pop out. Not bad eh? Although I'm not really satisfied with my &lt;i&gt;Pearl&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNC7N9U1TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1dn2VY2ZLzg/s320/DSC08404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409741162528691506" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNC6lvxiRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pTvgtOOFF7k/s320/pirates-of-the-carribean-black-pearl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409741151734434066" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNDHRdkLaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/PP8N028EoKw/s320/the-black-pearl-pirate-ship-sailes-with-holes-in-t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409741369627651490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;3# cartooning book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBz4JiTwI/AAAAAAAAA3E/-ofJNy55uXs/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739936903614210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All nicely wrapped up =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNC6T-q0JI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gOFyFOa_AKQ/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409741146965069970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bag is my Seni exam work from last year. It's only for functional purposes, the nicest bag I could find to keep them all in anyway. Happy birthday Amanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3706058283039223210?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3706058283039223210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3706058283039223210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3706058283039223210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3706058283039223210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-in-bottle.html' title='time in a bottle'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SxNBy57q-LI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PWjHUZCKT7k/s72-c/DSC08396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-9184294022057567924</id><published>2009-11-19T16:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:47:47.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance!!! ?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>SuJu is inspiring me to dance. The more vids I watch, the more hyped up I get and the more &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pathetic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I feel for not being able to dance. Thing is, I can't find a holiday hip-hop class. Maybe I'll just join an existing one, but I don't think they'll teach us stuff as technical as that! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So cool!!!!! Wanna dance!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJWbn1TcBVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJWbn1TcBVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;only the last two and a half minutes are worth watching. ignore the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNOtAkVceCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNOtAkVceCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o.O zomg. freaking scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjn_2hU0dZc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjn_2hU0dZc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;funny =) watch out for the solo parts. i bet kye xien could teach me this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj1oeHR3XsI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj1oeHR3XsI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the beginning is cool, but the rest is funny/lame. don't watch if you're watching it for the dancing only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;Kibum seems like a shy person, but he dances really well! although sometimes his expression isn't gangsta enough =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;Oh yeah, to continue the dancing rant! The thing is, I can easily learn a cool dance from YouTube, but WHICH ONE TO LEARN FIRST?!?!?! SuJu provides a wealth of cool dancing routines, so many that I can't decide which to learn first. Haengbok? Neorago? Any other random song that they happen to dance to and make it look really good? GAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-9184294022057567924?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9184294022057567924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=9184294022057567924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/9184294022057567924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/9184294022057567924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance.html' title='Dance!!! ?!?!?!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3118890042078073824</id><published>2009-11-14T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:53:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capt Jack Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The brilliance of Captain Jack Sparrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jack-Sparrow/56368119740?ref=search&amp;amp;sid=1140679641.4258076662..1&amp;amp;v=wall#/pages/Jack-Sparrow/56368119740?v=wall&amp;amp;ref=search"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to go to his Facebook and be sure to add yourself as a fan! I'm so going to re-watch all of the PotC movies. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;Jack: One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going: This girl... how far are you willing to go to save her?&lt;br /&gt;Will: I'd die for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;Jack: Oh good. No worries then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will: Where's Elizabeth?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really... except for, of course, Elizabeth, who is in fact, a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9yeATWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bk-TDj2lSUM/s400/potcbnew5we.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983064294509922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mr. Gibbs: Then, on the fourth day, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft.&lt;br /&gt;Will: He roped a couple of sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mr. Gibbs: Aye. Sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;Will: What did he use for rope?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: [from beside them] Human hair.&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Jack: From my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Elizabeth: There will come a moment when you will have a chance to show it. To do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9rhupQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/9WIUgnp4rzQ/s400/pirates11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983062431081730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: Elizabeth!&lt;br /&gt;[Turns to Gibbs]&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Hide the rum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will: This... is going to save Elizabeth?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: How much do you know about Davy Jones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: ...Yeah, it's gonna save Elizabeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: How did you get here?&lt;br /&gt;Will: Sea turtles, mate. A pair of them strapped to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Not so easy, is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: Now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9XTa_tI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8aJsoaAFtvQ/s400/pirates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983057002364626" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Elizabeth: It's real!&lt;br /&gt;Norrington: You actually were telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Will: With good reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Captain Sao Feng: Jack Sparrow, you have paid me a great insult.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: That doesn't sound like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: [walking Scarlett and Giselle to the Black Pearl] Granted, it tends to list to port, and has been on occasion known to frighten young women. But I promise you, you will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: [seeing a dinghy instead of the Pearl] Is that it? The Black Pearl. Not very big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack: Love, that is a dinghy. My vessel is magnificent and fierce and huge-ish. And gone. Why is it gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Giselle: [sees a ship in distance] Is that it there?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Yes, there it is! Why is it there?… It’s much larger up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9IzJf1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/r7X1LEpih-4/s400/1scarlett_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983053108903762" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Giselle and Scarlett are fighting]&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Ladies! Will you please shut it? Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you. Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced "egregious". By the way, no, I've never met Pizzaro but I love his pies. And all of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;[Giselle slaps Jack] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Scarlett slaps Jack] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can we just ignore that she is a woman scorned, the fury the likes of which Hell hath no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: You know, for all that pirates are clever-called, we are an unimaginative lot when it comes to naming things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0573618/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gibbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;] Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: I once sailed with a geezer lost both his arms and part of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0573618/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gibbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: What did you call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;] Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(it is in honour of this quote that all the disgustingly fat lizards in my house have been called Larry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9K2wA-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/xOnhWU8hZuY/s400/002sparrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983053660881890" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0434444/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Captain Jocard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Who is this traitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001691/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Barbossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Not lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ely one among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0461136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Where's Will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Not among us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; 1#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;as the real Jack escapes the brig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;] I miss him already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; 2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;: He was quite charming, wasn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: NOBODY MOVE! I've dropped me brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3118890042078073824?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3118890042078073824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3118890042078073824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3118890042078073824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3118890042078073824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/capt-jack-sparrow.html' title='Capt Jack Sparrow'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv7N9yeATWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bk-TDj2lSUM/s72-c/potcbnew5we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-228254383357490077</id><published>2009-11-13T20:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:11:22.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry! We are Super FuniOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guest-written by Anonymous SMDUrian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Today I went to my school, SMDU, even though I didn't really feel like it cos' it was the last day and all. I had fun though! After recess we had Pn Lee's and Ms/Pn Teh's (?? she doesn't teach me so I don't know) farewell. After speeches from Pn Norsham and the two above and roses presented to them by some students in black (I couldn't tell the dance troupes apart, most were wearing black), the performances began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;First, 1 Kenanga set the mood by performing Super Junior's upbeat, techno song &lt;i&gt;Sorry Sorry&lt;/i&gt;. They were just awesome! Kye Xien had all the girls busting my eardrums with their screaming. I didn't recognize most of the others although I'm pretty sure at least half of them have scolded me before for talking during assembly. Their dance was real impressive, especially the ending. I can't believe they managed that in only three days. Maybe they already knew the dance before that? But then again, it's kinda unlikely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fde6d2855f446fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fde6d2855f446fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331520710%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D379EBE05B3603906F0EA288882D0B849AF9212A.566CC84CDFE3D2957F72EBEFEF1987C965817BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fde6d2855f446fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRtctnwufElHtWMz3DBLdA_OIiYU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fde6d2855f446fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331520710%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D379EBE05B3603906F0EA288882D0B849AF9212A.566CC84CDFE3D2957F72EBEFEF1987C965817BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fde6d2855f446fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRtctnwufElHtWMz3DBLdA_OIiYU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;After that I wasn't really paying attention, but I did like the Diablo performance. The music was so happy and the girl doing the chinese yo-yo has some skills! 2 Teratai's Indian dance was great and really funny, it's cool how they managed to coordinate so many people. 2 Anggerik performed MJ's &lt;i&gt;Thriller&lt;/i&gt;, which wasn't bad, just a bit slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Some Form1s sang Kelly Clarkson's &lt;i&gt;Breakaway&lt;/i&gt; to three guitar accompaniments, which was quite good really although they could have added some variety to the guitar playing. A few Form1 girls performed an instrumental version of Michael Wong's &lt;i&gt;Tong Hua (Fairytale)&lt;/i&gt;. It's quite a sweet song really, but the violins were somewhat rushed, making the song sound devoid of emotion. 1 Kiambang sang MJ's &lt;i&gt;You Are Not Alone&lt;/i&gt; to guitar, drums and recorder accompaniment. I liked the recorder the best, it gave the song such a sweet, melancholic sound befitting &lt;i&gt;You Are Not Alone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;We also had Nityasha on the guitar, and Form 2 band (keyboard, drums, guitar, vocal, vocal+guitar), both singing some song which I couldn't make out because of the lousy sound system and their voices weren't so clear. Last of all a Form2 girl sang &lt;i&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/i&gt; by Green Day. She has a really great voice, but she kept singing off-key, slightly higher than she should. It was good though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;After that there was about 10-15 minutes left, so Pn Chia got some Form2 guys to get on stage and spout out some emotional bullshit to keep everyone occupied until the bell rang. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1dha-aNSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4tp24GN1wxs/s400/DSC08340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403577956672615714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee. It's finally over. I got the others to sign my class photo. Most of them were puzzled that I got them to sign in front instead of the back. I've always thought that the back of photos are ugly, plus it looks better in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think we did good. Personally I didn't really like it watching the vid, excluding the awesome &lt;i&gt;Let's dance&lt;/i&gt; and ending. But people liked it, even Alex said it was great, so there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kye Xien was stealing all the spotlight =D But I have to give him credit for the &lt;i&gt;Shawty&lt;/i&gt; solo at the ending - he was totally awesome!!! And let me stress that I had no part in the choreography of that part, I just put him in the 'star' role which I think worked out very well. I mean, you can totally see him glowing and relishing the attention. He really shines on stage =D. He's a great dancer! And I'm so proud of all the back people! The &lt;i&gt;Let's dance&lt;/i&gt; part went very very well. Our hands were quite synchronized, and no one panicked or forgot or anything. Brilliant, brilliant!!! The more I re-watch it, the more happy I get. Hee. HEE HEE HEE!!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say &lt;b&gt;Day 4#&lt;/b&gt; went very well. This is the best kind of last memory =). YouTube doesn't seem to want it though. Oh well. Here's to hoping someone else will upload it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1a_8Q4UyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/eZG6NOw23x0/s400/DSC08328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403575182469649186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;me and elysa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1a_luh19I/AAAAAAAAAzM/yJMMHKZRm_I/s400/DSC08326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403575176419989458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;from left: yi sian, amanda, me, xi shern, xin mei, alex, kye xien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1a_42Gl3I/AAAAAAAAAzc/5rviCSI7Z0c/s400/DSC08334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403575181552031602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;kachak! ferqin, who hijacked my white glove and kept it for himself. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1bATPfudI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-2wiAaCwrxM/s400/DSC08336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403575188637858258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;from left: amanda, emir, yi sian, ferqin, xi shern, me, kye xien, elysa, ainaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1bAYcxtXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xFISzeyMFuI/s400/DSC08337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403575190035740018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;who's that pretty girl? hana, whom everyone insisted wear kye xien's hat because it matched so well with her clothes. kye xien wore his other hat, which matched with his shirt exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss 1 Kenanga!!! Love you guys! Sayonara! Mata ne! Hontou arigato&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (To: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kye Xien, Shas, Hana, Amanda, Xin Mei, Xi Shern, Yi Sian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; for being so fun to work with and for trying so hard; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sue, Zi Xin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; for teaching me how to play basketball by forcing me to play;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Guo Shun, Adrian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;for being on our side when the other guys are being asses on the court and generally being nice =); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Alex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; for saying our dance is nice even after quitting; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Elysa, Ainaa, Shiao Ven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(not in Kenanga, but still...) you guys are great friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kishen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; for being good support and always being funny. To the others, I'll miss you anyway D=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-228254383357490077?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/228254383357490077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=228254383357490077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/228254383357490077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/228254383357490077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-p.html' title='Sorry Sorry! We are Super FuniOR!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sv1dha-aNSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4tp24GN1wxs/s72-c/DSC08340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7837337581962250036</id><published>2009-11-12T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:42:22.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last inspirances =)</title><content type='html'>If you're reading this you most likely already know, but me + group of friends are performing Super Junior's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry Sorry&lt;/span&gt; for Pn Lee's farewell tomorrow. It's been a ride people. Albeit a short, packed one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is actually the best, most fun, most inspiring dance group I've ever ever had (with no offense meant to others previously in my dance groups). They work so hard to master the moves. They forcefully&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; insist&lt;/span&gt; on having extra dance practices. They practice hard and even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merujuk&lt;/span&gt; YouToob for help. They purposely learn up the cool difficult moves so when I say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;'you guys don't have to do that part'&lt;/span&gt;, they go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;'oh we know it already so we can do it'&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, and when people can't get a move right or get left behind for some reason or the other, they tend to get sour and sulky. This group does what every teacher dreams of instead - they PRACTICE!!! =D Plus they work really hard even when I think they're great already. And they don't complain. They mock-pray for the guidance of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eunhyuk"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eunhyuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donghae_(entertainer)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Donghae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to prepare themselves for the audition. When Cik Ahni congratulated us on getting through the audition, we all went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoops! yeah&lt;/span&gt; hyperactively to each other... she must've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt; =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee. There's only tomorrow left. You don't have to read the part below. It's just for... er, documentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day i# : Monday. Spent majority of day talking (civilized argument) to Kye Xien and Alex about song and dance choice. Their 'can learn in 1 day one!' break dancing moves were objected to. We settled on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry Sorry&lt;/span&gt; with a little displeasure on their side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1#&lt;/span&gt; : Tuesday. Right after I decided to give the guys more space for break dancing in the song, Kye Xien came up to me with sparkly eyes, completely converted. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Damn cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and didn't want to break dance much anymore, while Alex quitted D=/. I taught them a bit for one hour after my basketball (which was going pretty well actually! We were leading in the first two rounds if I'm not mistaken. In Shas' and Hana's words, Nityasha came and it all went wrong). Xi Shern and Hana joined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2#&lt;/span&gt; : Wednesday. They insisted on having dance practice in the morning. We got really far, almost at the end (of the edited version - right after Donghae's part goes to the Let's Dance part straight to the ending). At school, we got pretty far too and got some strange comments from Form 2 Super Junior fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3#&lt;/span&gt; : Thursday. They insisted on having practice in the morning again! We finished it, practiced hard, almost-perfected it, and got through the audition amidst screaming Kye Xien-fans. =D I love 2 Teratai's performance! Only one more day to go! Oh yeah, I think the SuJu fans approve us. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7837337581962250036?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7837337581962250036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7837337581962250036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7837337581962250036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7837337581962250036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-inspirances.html' title='Last inspirances =)'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3645158195151483811</id><published>2009-11-07T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:19:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack on the Pin-Up Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVohUIJN5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/hMq0RUVb0mM/s320/Attack_on_the_PinUp_Boys-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401338249648617362" /&gt;Attack on the Pin-Up Boys is a humorous mystery/comedy Korean movie starring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;, the largest boy band in the world with 13 members. It's a pretty good movie, and funny too, poking fun at pretty boys and idols. =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie centers around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Kibum&lt;/span&gt;, a high school senior. His blog details his investigations into the recent series of attacks on popular boys at various high schools, all of whom were attacked with... shit. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVohz7_ToI/AAAAAAAAAy0/nXUnipP3MFs/s320/sungmin-attack+on+the+pin+up+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401338258187570818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we have pretty boy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Sungmin&lt;/span&gt;, who can make his crowd of fangirls swoon with a single wink. He was attacked on February 14th, Valentine's Day, while walking home with his vast loot. Note the pile of chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next victim was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hankyung&lt;/span&gt;, a basketball player from another school, adored by the girls and admired by the guys. He was attacked a month after Sungmin. Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of him from the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVoiKjxCvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Z7_D4beU6sg/s1600-h/yesung-attack+on+the+pin+up+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVoiKjxCvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Z7_D4beU6sg/s320/yesung-attack+on+the+pin+up+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401338264259988210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Following that, rocker &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesung&lt;/span&gt; was walking home from a gig yet another month later when he got hit splat in the face by a dollop of shit. Unfortunately he wasn't wearing his specs at the time. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to Kibum's calculations, the next school will be his very own, but there is no clear-cut star in his school. There are speculations on who will be the next target: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Kangin&lt;/span&gt;, the judo champion, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Heechul&lt;/span&gt;, the hip-hop dancer, or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Siwon&lt;/span&gt;, the icy, brainy student council president (from left to right on the top of the movie poster) with the power to use the Force on his unfortunate vice president, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ryeowook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first the three candidates try to ignore the attention, but when the three previous targets rise to stardom from media coverage of the incidents, they too become affected. Narcissistic Heechul forces his fellow dancers &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Shindong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Donghae&lt;/span&gt; (also Kibum's best friend) to take cute pictures of him and posts them on his blog. Kangin's best friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Eunhyuk&lt;/span&gt; also persuades him to rise to the challenge (Kangin's other pal is the panda, played by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Leeteak&lt;/span&gt;). Even Siwon who tries to rise above it all is exposed by Kibum when he fakes being attacked (which results in temporary elevated popularity).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVohuX2QQI/AAAAAAAAAys/UXc9xDmNHzE/s1600-h/donghaekibum-attack+on+the+pin+up+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVohuX2QQI/AAAAAAAAAys/UXc9xDmNHzE/s320/donghaekibum-attack+on+the+pin+up+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401338256693805314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, Donghae is being suspicious. If you're reading my blog, you're probably not going to watch the movie (english subbed versions on YouToob aplenty) but I don't want to reveal the very very surprising ending anyways. Oh yeah, they're only twelve names because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Kyuhyun&lt;/span&gt; was still recovering from an accident at the time. He's the eye and ear candy on my sidebar. He has a beautiful voice and looks, but I don't think he can ever match up to the maestro. Oh well, he's too young anyways (12-year difference. And I doubt he can conduct the Hong Kong Philharmonic Orchestra).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Junior are really a very entertaining lot. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3645158195151483811?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3645158195151483811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3645158195151483811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3645158195151483811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3645158195151483811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/attack-on-pin-up-boys.html' title='Attack on the Pin-Up Boys'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvVohUIJN5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/hMq0RUVb0mM/s72-c/Attack_on_the_PinUp_Boys-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6358792892463410389</id><published>2009-11-06T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:16:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work hard, dattebayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, I only ever start studying the Friday before the exam starts. I do cram like mad then, of course, but excluding that period of time, I rarely know what the Sejarah or Geo textbook is about because I never pay attention in class, except for Geo sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate studying, so I never study until the panic kicks in. I usually get around the same marks as my smart-ass cousin, so I always assumed that if I did study, I would beat him with ease. Unfortunately, due to certain happenings, I recently realized that this exam is my last and only chance to prove that. So I set a record by studying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before the exam. O.o And to up the fighting spirit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOpSqedc-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/AgTYTFThDw0/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846516252144610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it cool that my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shuriken is pinning my post-it to the board?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also realized that it's extremely difficult to beat this smart-ass cousin of mine, because we're sort of neck-to-neck in everything. Same class, same tuitions, study together. Only the results can tell, but so far our results have been maddeningly close, with a 1-3 mark margin of difference. Gah. Strange though... I never did care before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I love studying with XECK. They're such fun people. X answers questions like a bullet train and always get teased by his gay-er classmates, E always gets angry quickly (=D), and K regularly flies into high-pitched, hysterical fits. I'll miss that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOpS_z7rsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/l8Vk8rJQZ1I/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846521979350722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I approve even more of Baskin Robbins now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOpTYmNNFI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5LeJfZafiqs/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846528632665170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOpTFrq8RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bqHhzK4QUF4/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846523555311890" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6358792892463410389?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6358792892463410389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6358792892463410389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6358792892463410389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6358792892463410389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-hard-dattebayo.html' title='Work hard, dattebayo!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOpSqedc-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/AgTYTFThDw0/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4876792152256778747</id><published>2009-11-06T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:53:44.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOgKxujMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/S5EnxqnDNk0/s1600-h/DSC08287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOgKxujMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/S5EnxqnDNk0/s320/DSC08287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836485155074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebrations at Xi Shern's place as usual. =) Mint choc chip ice cream and chocolate cake cake from Baskin Robbins. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lin Feng, Xi Shern and Pops discovered a new use for the dry ice, other than our traditional mist. Lin Feng's bottle shot out sprays of misty water with a loud &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fssssstttt&lt;/span&gt; while Xi Shern's considerably bigger bottle let out a muffled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; when the cover was opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOgKiDgHOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r3KyqeQew5Q/s320/DSC08291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836480947985634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same fruit painting background every year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOgKCtOu8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/ddMewvj6Pyw/s320/DSC08293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836472533072834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year I'm somewhat short on presents - not that I'm complaining. It's a good sign when there's nothing more I want for my birthday, right? My past year presents are more than enough for me (Gryffindor sword (which sadly doesn't go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shing&lt;/span&gt; anymore), Zoon the crocodile, sewing machine, etc etc) plus my room has enough junk already as it is =D. Everything I want materially can be obtained myself and would be a poor birthday present for that reason. It'd be nice to have my sewing machine repaired, but that isn't really a present. Even the ice cream cake is losing its novelty, partly because I have to think of everyone else's flavour preferences and the designs at Baskin Robbins are the same every year. Maybe next year I'll just have a scoop of ice cream =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conclusion: I'ma happy, content person!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Random thought of the day while listening to Pn Liew teaching us about the sensory organs: God (assuming he made us) must have had a field day designing humans. I can just imagine him sitting at a desk (with a tall, messy stack of dog-eared papers containing human body designs almost blocking our view of him on the desk next to him) furiously sketching out body parts with a fountain pen, randomly deciding to insert a snail into the ear. And then designing skin in the image of a river. Layer of pebbles as the riverbed, check. Plants, check. Fish eggs, check. Rope that someone accidentally dropped in, check. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(this is a random thought not meant to be taken seriously, in case you didn't know that already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wind is changing direction, y'know? I do have a life, but excessive boredom while doing prefect duty leads me to engage in activities like observing the direction of the wind. For the past three months or so, it's been blowing from the hall to the canteen. Recently, it's been blowing the opposite direction. Strangely enough, it didn't change in October even though Angin Monsun Barat Daya only blows from May to September. On one strange day around the end of October, the wind was blowing in both directions. It got me all muddled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4876792152256778747?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4876792152256778747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4876792152256778747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4876792152256778747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4876792152256778747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/minty.html' title='Minty'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SvOgKxujMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/S5EnxqnDNk0/s72-c/DSC08287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4657589778664292691</id><published>2009-10-12T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:49:44.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh pretty Cinderella!</title><content type='html'>One Sunday afternoon (yesterday to be precise), yours truly set off to Shah Alam for Ainaa's Raya open house, which she so graciously invited me to... didn't think I was party-crashing, did you? We lazed around, watched Super Junior and Nigahiga vids on YouToob, ate, played Dare or Dare... but little did I know I was walking straight into a fairy tale!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I begin my tale, let me introduce our pretty Cinderella, also known as Hana (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;花&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJUyueYQI/AAAAAAAAAws/NayYGFbuF9w/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593062967173378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinderella, or Hana, being horribly abused by her two evil stepsisters, Claire and Ainaa, who are forcing her to do laborious housework. However, Prince Yi Sian who is passing by finds himself mesmerized by the humble beauty sweeping the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJUVajL4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/5c_VwCAhReg/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593055098974082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Prince holds a party, but Hana is left behind by the evil stepsisters. Hana starts sobbing uncontrollably on a bench but the Fairy Godmother Amanda appears right on cue and with a flick of her wand sends Hana to the party venue in a split second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJVvF_hJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9se7frsqCp8/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593079171941522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hana remembers she has to feed the chickens! Oh no! She runs away but the Prince chases after her frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLKRVEsBLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2dW4YBJjwAo/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391594102979298482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hana leaves a slipper behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJWB2LjbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nk62-Hl4TS4/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593084205895090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Prince searches for her with the slipper. She is touched by his determination while he is touched by her kindness by choosing to feed the chickens over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJVeCvMEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qILECQBOJJU/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593074594885698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Predictably, they live happily ever after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately I had to go back so we couldn't shoot other scenes, such as the Happily Ever After scene. Amanda and I were only in one photo each because we were taking the photos. Plus I was directing most of it... I think. It was real fun. Pity I had to go back so soon. Xin Mei isn't in because she left already, and most of the important scenes only need the Prince and Cinderella. Hana could be a model, you know. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had loads of fun. Thanks, Ainaa!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm wasting away my holidays. Only two days left. I've only got three more things to do before Kakashi-kun is completed - the gloves, the vest pockets and the face, which will definitely be the hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4657589778664292691?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4657589778664292691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4657589778664292691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4657589778664292691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4657589778664292691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-pretty-cinderella.html' title='Oh pretty Cinderella!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/StLJUyueYQI/AAAAAAAAAws/NayYGFbuF9w/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5820084612254836708</id><published>2009-09-28T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:09:19.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k'ropok</title><content type='html'>Last week, me+family went back to Ipoh to visit our grandparents. My grandfather so very kindly gave me a huge bag of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was a nice thought, but there was no way we could finish it ourselves ("I'm not touching it" - quoted from sis) so it was left virtually untouched on the dining table for about a week, until the fateful day us despairing students were forced to go back to school again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I brought our protagonist, the bag of gigonormous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SsDSguE7JOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/beze_y42n_M/s320/keropok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386536613901444322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the canteen (with the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt; in one hand), I heard a loud &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"CLAAAAAAIRE!!"&lt;/span&gt; and turned, only to see Amanda (Lim) reaching out hungrily in the general direction of my gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt;. I disregarded it though, deciding that it would be better spent spread out instead of being walloped solely by her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the canteen, Sem and Shiao Ven took a few &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt; each... Yue Han took three. XD Even so there was barely any difference in the volume of the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went over to the table where Heeran, Shiva and Aaron were seated and offered them each the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt;. They all politely declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went to Fysal, Arman and Habil (I thiiiink)'s table and offered them each the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt;. They helped themselves to one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt; each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Kiambang guys came out early, so I offered them (random strangers, except Adam. lol) the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt; too, they were only too happy to oblige, as was Arman, who helped himself to another huge &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that I left the rest (about half left) in the care of Amanda. Oh yeah, the gigorno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok&lt;/span&gt; was rejected by half the prefect girls, Xi Shern and Kishen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Indian guys don't eat keropok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Malay ones do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;disclaimer: just kidding! jeez lah, don't take so seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5820084612254836708?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5820084612254836708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5820084612254836708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5820084612254836708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5820084612254836708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/kropok.html' title='k&apos;ropok'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SsDSguE7JOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/beze_y42n_M/s72-c/keropok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3515787799066718269</id><published>2009-08-15T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:40:22.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House goes up in fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REPORT BY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MSKAYLIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMANSARA KIM, PETALING JAYA:&lt;/span&gt; This afternoon sometime between 12:30 p.m. to 1.00 p.m., a house in Damansara Kim caught fire. Within ten minutes, a fire truck and a police car had arrived at the scene. The source of the fire is yet to be known as the owner of the house cannot be contacted for queries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even from a distance, the evil clouds of billowing black smoke polluting the air with their toxic fumes were clearly visible and caught many people's attention. Says one spectator, "My father, sister and I happened to be in the area. It was nearly impossible to miss the black smoke. A fire truck passed us, so we followed it and went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepo&lt;/span&gt; a bit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZi581dwII/AAAAAAAAAv0/OliRWUXdbJE/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088353408336002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Billowing smoke. At this stage, the smoke was only dark grey and no longer the toxic black it was at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZin8UAO6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/0HuXobNcS6g/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088044030344098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fire truck appearing on the scene. Later on, another arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZiopid8-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/ehnz7Z7P5E0/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088056170607586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fireman in action. After finding a fire hydrant and connecting their hoses to it, they ran into the house to put out the fire. A while later, one fireman ran in with a tank of oxygen strapped to his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZiozXQ7GI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NDpoJqG-lww/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088058807970914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police presence. Later on, another police car arrived. As we were leaving we also passed a police Kancil, however we do not know if it was headed to the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZipa2o4iI/AAAAAAAAAvk/e4Gd4vkMVFs/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088069408547362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smoke attracted many spectators, many of whom lived nearby. Claire Tan, 13, bumped into two schoolmates identified as Shaqeer and Adrian (from 1 Kiambang) when she and her family who were nearby came to investigate the source of the smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZiwxjFVUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/phboGYqF9iA/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370088195759625538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later, as we were leaving, we passed the firemen's hose linked to the fire hydrant. Sadly, it was leaking, spraying out water and giving the red car a free wash. As you can see, the floor around it is wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3515787799066718269?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3515787799066718269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3515787799066718269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3515787799066718269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3515787799066718269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-goes-up-in-fire.html' title='House goes up in fire'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SoZi581dwII/AAAAAAAAAv0/OliRWUXdbJE/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5327912077385685655</id><published>2009-07-19T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:37:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMP IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;- Just Dance, Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK8fZ2XJdI/AAAAAAAAAso/012MlbSYAY4/s400/Image009%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360053754225173970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;St John Dinner was a blast! Amanda picked me up at around 7:15, off we went to TTDI Community Hall. I got used to walking around in two-inch heels after a while. Everyone looked awesome. Nearly everyone was wearing black. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK-qE9_oNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8i2mU6dobOc/s320/6408_1084454153066_1277737781_208453_7538824_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056136621859026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our table was quite lonely though, only two of us, Shawn, and Aaron. The shufflers' table was next to ours. During the St John Song Kye Xien was like Why is it so long?? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performances were good, food was good, then the Form 5s showed off their pro dancing skills with Dhoom! and everyone went to the front to watch, halfway through the song all of them jumped off the stage and dragged people up. After that it was like a massive party. They played song after song and everyone was dancing. Yi Sian, Shiao Ven, and I (in that order) went crazy hyper and went on the stage to dance. If you didn't go, man you missed a lot! If you did, did you see James dancing?!?!?!? And Daniel, and Calvin, and Heeran (whoever knew he could shuffle?), and of course the shufflers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK-qBZutaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/iZ0Bq4U8KA8/s320/6456_104212473859_646498859_2165240_3685977_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056135664448930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually everyone got pulled up (me and Justyn managed to drag Bo Wen up with some difficulty) but I didn't really see because I was dancing at the front of the stage. At the back there's no place to dance because it's all the people who got dragged up who are there and they are so kaku and wooden and not moving that there's no place to dance, whereas in the front everyone's always moving so there's always place. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK-p8yJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dfH18cA5s7k/s320/6408_1084453993062_1277737781_208449_449971_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056134424712258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally exhausted after that. Everyone else kept telling me things like, Woah Claire! You and Shiao Ven and Yi Sian went crazy! but it was really really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK-plvd4CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bwdrZPzQD_g/s320/5920_1178981440778_1415416154_30509415_4778097_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056128239427618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the 15th Anniversary!!! Heehee!!! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5327912077385685655?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5327912077385685655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5327912077385685655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5327912077385685655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5327912077385685655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/pump-it.html' title='PUMP IT!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SmK8fZ2XJdI/AAAAAAAAAso/012MlbSYAY4/s72-c/Image009%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-8463940193106571944</id><published>2009-07-09T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:55:14.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once, I actually agree with Mahathir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;T-tell your boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;If he says he's got beef,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That I'm a vegetarian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And I ain't fckin scared of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 going on 17 Claire Tan slumps into her chair and flips open her laptop, sometime in mid-July year 2013. She opens her inbox and clicks on the unread message screaming "READ THIS!" Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clairetanyz@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dragontxs@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;READ THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi yizhi! learning chem, bio, physics, etc in bm is actually quite fun you know. a lot to study. tee hee. We just had an essay-writing competition. i got first. Tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs chuah has started putting some orangey air freshener thing in her room. Its really strong, kinda like the hand sanitizer we got in form 1 for free (the one we put in the beaker). by the way i'm still keeping the bottle. it's useful. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, did you hear? we've already been chosen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St john: aaron is chairman,  heeran is vice, some girl is the secretary, shawn is pr, fang min is ajk footdrill. cant remember the rest. i overheard some st johners saying it was a pity you and alim went to australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scouts: gayleb and gang weren't chosen. no one else you know. i'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;secretary&lt;/span&gt;, can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bsmm: kye xien was pr. hana is activity coordinator. w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oon seng got something too, and shasmeeta and ming huay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XiShern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: When are you coming back to visit? Kishen's having mood swings. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PSS: I miss mushroom soup with chicken and cheese! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dragontxs@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; clairetanyz@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blargethy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice to hear from you again. Australia rocks. And I bet if I were still in Malaysia I'd beat you in the essay-writing competition. Hah. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's nice to hear that Mrs Chuah did something about her stinky room. You're seriously still keeping the bottle?!?! Gawsh. And yes I remember. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish the others good luck with their new posts. In my opinion secretary suits you perfectly, Mr Nerd. I buy mushroom soup here, teehee, and Kishen?! Mood swings?! Sometimes I wish I was back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Do you know who got ketua pengawas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SliLdi1ZkII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KvcahVbXln4/s320/DaisyField.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357185096440451202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naw, just kidding. Anyway, this may actually happen, minus the positions and people which I made up (and the part about me having my own laptop. Cheers). Singapore? Australia? International school? Slugging it out under the re-implemented system?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the last one is definitely out. This is so ridiculous. The blasted government just wants to save their rural kiddies, who won't do that much better just because of the new rule. Contrary to that, the city kiddies who are most likely the country's future are all quitting because of it. Equals? More loss, less benefit. For once I actually agree with Mahathir. And worst of all, Anwar thinks it's a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah. Grrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Disclaimer: All the positions and people in the imaginary email above are strictly fictional. Being in St Johns, I have no idea who's active or not in other uniformed bodies, so it's pretty random. And I really have no idea who's going to be the next board for st johns, for all I know the people above may go abroad too. And it's not like I support them or anything. It's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-8463940193106571944?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8463940193106571944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=8463940193106571944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8463940193106571944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8463940193106571944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-once-i-actually-agree-with-mahathir.html' title='For once, I actually agree with Mahathir.'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SliLdi1ZkII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KvcahVbXln4/s72-c/DaisyField.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-8163188544317190943</id><published>2009-07-04T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:22:17.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wootstch!</title><content type='html'>Life is gooooodddd. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's damn tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really great to be dancing again. It's an amazing feeling, you know. Dancing makes me feel much more alive, in an unexplainable way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;WOOTSTCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enrolment was bad. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'fainted'&lt;/span&gt; twice, because I felt like vomiting. And I don't even know why! At camp, I tahan-ed the whole damn thing but today after only a short while I had to sit! Bleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny to watch the seniors, though. It's like,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh, I don't have a pin!&lt;/span&gt; And they produce a pin. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I don't have a belt!&lt;/span&gt; And out comes a belt. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyoh, I don't have black shoes!!&lt;/span&gt; And abracadabra, black shoes appear. And to any seniors reading this, I know it's not so simple, but quoting Tiffany from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wee Free Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (by Terry Pratchet) : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just because you know how the magic is done doesn't make it any less magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naruto Shipuuden 116 is taking a hell of a long time to load. Haven't had such bad connection for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-8163188544317190943?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8163188544317190943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=8163188544317190943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8163188544317190943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8163188544317190943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/wootstch.html' title='Wootstch!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3735017012106994581</id><published>2009-06-21T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:29:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could turn over the hourglass...</title><content type='html'>Today we went to SKDU for Sports Day. I should've gone earlier and left later. There just wasn't enough &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (Amanda+me) met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Ke Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The poor girl has no one to talk to at all. Ke Hui, if you're reading this, take my advice and make a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent most of the day with her. She looks different, but inside she's exactly exactly the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turned up, after an hour or so. He looks exactly the same, just skinnier (or maybe that's my imagination). He got his postcard, I got my Shikamaru figurine. Thanks Jin, you're the best! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy if you're reading this, we're JUST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw numerous other people we hadn't seen for a while. Elyza seemed the same, anyway I saw her at taekwondo before. David seems the same too. Darren cut his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ridiculous hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we didn't have a chance to see it live. Hooi Yen seems pretty much the same. Jeremy... well I didn't really talk to him, but he seems the same too. Adris... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WAS THERE!! WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING IN SKDU?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Puan Wan Chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave us a short, not-very-intense lecture. It was short and not-very-intense because it wasn't about us. She says some students are shocking. She also warns against trying to grow up too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Cikgu Hizwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... forgot us. He was pretending to remember. &lt;strike&gt; belasah you then you know &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Amanda, Ke Hui and I got ourselves locked in block E. Is SKDU a beacon for trouble or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a footnote, the pizza was damn expensive especially the pieces were so thin. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3735017012106994581?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3735017012106994581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3735017012106994581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3735017012106994581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3735017012106994581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-could-turn-over-hourglass.html' title='if i could turn over the hourglass...'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2515298270852187942</id><published>2009-06-21T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:10:05.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in the circle, stays in the circle</title><content type='html'>The KSTU dinner was fun.  We were supposed to be there at 4, and nearly all the Form 1's came at 3:45. We were given name tags - I was Andrea for one night, Amanda (lim) Z.Y. Tan, Yvonne was Carmen, Shiao Ven was Michelle, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sj3OpM1IEgI/AAAAAAAAArY/0P5gWnNMAdI/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349659139600028162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus only started off about 4:45, we reached about 5:15 where Manoj, Derek, Aaron, Nikita and Sunshine were already there (according to sources, they had to wash toilets. yuck.) and we hung around until 7+. Then we had to stand in a line for quite a while bleating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Welcome! Have a good evening!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the guests but we entertained ourselves and had an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt; conversation with Derek. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;What goes on in the circle stays in the circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner only started about 8:45.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 8-course Chinese dinner&lt;/span&gt;, the usual - the spring roll thingies, prawns, chicken, fake shark fin soup, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish stomach&lt;/span&gt; with mushrooms, steamed fish, syrup and pau-like things that were crispy. They only had chopsticks, sadly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;for other people&lt;/span&gt;. I peeled 4 prawns without using my hands and I was feeling kind so I gave one to Amanda who had given up on the chopsticks. Oh yeah, and everyone was supposed to take these menopause packets, maybe the brand was a sponsor. We're too young for that people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Elizabeth Won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; made an appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performances were pretty lame except for the street dancing one. They had the dumb climatic music as usual, drumrollllll. They used the Intro for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gai Pian Zhi Ji&lt;/span&gt; for one performance. It was an Indian dance from the Taman Seraya people which completely sucked. Yech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty fun. After the dinner (about 11 I think) we had to line up outside and chant&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; "Thank you for coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2515298270852187942?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2515298270852187942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2515298270852187942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2515298270852187942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2515298270852187942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-circle-stays-in-circle.html' title='what&apos;s in the circle, stays in the circle'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sj3OpM1IEgI/AAAAAAAAArY/0P5gWnNMAdI/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6527747133878269061</id><published>2009-06-17T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:23:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Love is like the wild rose-briar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Friendship is like the holly tree;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But which will bloom most constantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;- Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that secondary school life is like playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SjkCxus3TTI/AAAAAAAAArI/XsFYLGj1g1s/s320/DSC07808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309085852224818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't get to choose the appearance of your character at the beginning, but you can do what you can once you are in charge. Your character must juggle school, homework, annoying peers, different commitments like musical instruments, uniformed bodies, clubs, sports, etc, friends, and family. You get points called Time that you can use to rest your character to keep it healthy and brilliant if you succeed in juggling your character's responsibilities. If you fail, your character becomes uglier, less popular, less successful, and kicked out of school at which point you are forced to start the game all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only difference is, in real life, you can't lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(PS: I'm being melodramatic. I'm perfectly happy with my life and I'm not all that busy. To keep up the spirit of the emo teen, ne?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SjkCx796FBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/qDNpiFNK4gA/s1600-h/DSC07813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SjkCx796FBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/qDNpiFNK4gA/s320/DSC07813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309089413370898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brace yourself, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ms. Kay Lim&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More is to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6527747133878269061?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6527747133878269061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6527747133878269061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6527747133878269061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6527747133878269061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/game.html' title='A Game'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SjkCxus3TTI/AAAAAAAAArI/XsFYLGj1g1s/s72-c/DSC07808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-8215279890130788214</id><published>2009-06-10T13:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:26:35.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-so-substantial post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 1#: A tag from Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you don't know, you're not fit to kiss me. Refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fanfiction.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah crap, Sejarah project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Si9FRjSvO7I/AAAAAAAAArA/RNa8kjGW-6U/s320/DSC07850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345567450545994674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not in any sense of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No, unless my sister's persuading works one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two, actually. Depends on whether Jin counts or not. Definitely Xi Shern. Don't blame me for having a cousin complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Najib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yup. Dont disturb, m watching movie. (amanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want Anonymous Lawyer!!! It's a book I borrowed from my sister when she was halfway reading it, I'm almost done but she took it back. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sejarah project!!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kakashi? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.30 a.m., reading Anonymous Lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My sister's old one, from Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Haven't I answered this question already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Who was the last person who texted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TEN people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. MingHuay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Xi Shern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Kishen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Grace Tan (sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Horng Qing (impulsive. why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Heeran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Preveena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Who is 2 having a relationship with? (minghuay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'd rather not know. Should I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Is 3 a male or female?  (Xi Shern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmm, I would say male although evidence goes against it. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. If 7 and 1 get together, would it be good? (Amanda, Tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe. Well actually probably not, except that they're both small and short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. What is 1 studying about? (amanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Many Faults of Chin Ming Huay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmm, various answers. Too lazy to do all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Is 4 single? (Kishen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Born to be a bachelor, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. Say something about 2. (minghuay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reads smut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. What do you think about 2 and 6 being together? (minghuay and horng qing?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Interesting idea. I'll propose it to them. XP (not!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. Describe 9. (eugene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Funny. Skinny. Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. What will you do if 6 and 7 fight? (horng qing and tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HQ: Morning inspection! Tweety bird! Turn out your sleeping bag now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tan: No siree! Whodya think you are huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lol. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Do you like 8? (Heeran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*water shoots out of mouth* Well he's a pretty nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Item 2#: An addition to my Amazing Book List is Skinny Dip, addition to Amazing Authors list is Carl Hiaasen.&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/3133646357954326826-8215279890130788214?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8215279890130788214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=8215279890130788214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8215279890130788214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8215279890130788214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-so-substantial-post.html' title='Not-so-substantial post'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Si9FRjSvO7I/AAAAAAAAArA/RNa8kjGW-6U/s72-c/DSC07850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3019289365821037371</id><published>2009-05-03T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:12:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd May : In Which There Is Much Singing and Screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After much suspense, the Lee Hom concert was finally presented to us fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sf2jNgFHTII/AAAAAAAAAlw/uyd6D8u8968/s320/DSC07693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331596986221546626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;awe-inspiring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And not only were we serenaded with his lovely, melodious voice for two and a half hours, we also got to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; like never before - literally. Never knew I could scream that loud or high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And during the encore, everyone first stood, then climbed onto their chairs, then jumped up and down on the chairs, of course singing/yelling along the whole while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It isn't something to be forgotten, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's despite the fact that Davinia kept calling/texting me to call Aaron (blame on Aaron, not Davinia!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it was in a sports stadium, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;we were sitting on plastic chairs and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the stage was tiny (equals Lee Hom was tiny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Minor little details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/Sf2jNgFHTII/AAAAAAAAAlw/uyd6D8u8968/s72-c/DSC07693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5382042239171245246</id><published>2009-04-30T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:25:29.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, I've gotten into a Free Hugs phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was introduced to the phrase "free hugs" at the Taman Seraya dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You see, it was freezing and me and ALim had to share my jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SfmzK0nPnhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NAspGOVzrvY/s320/3255_83356437525_577267525_2506352_6252449_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488632473001490" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Not sure how Nikita and Yi Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; tahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ed. Anyway, Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SfmzLIFC96I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qTJBY79zFls/s320/3255_83356337525_577267525_2506335_3402720_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488637698275234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;was offering free hugs. Not that anyone accepted though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, some days later I got a few post-its from my sister, and now I have Free hugs on my board, drawer, and... bathroom light switch. The post-it fits nicely there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Free hugs, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133646357954326826-5382042239171245246?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5382042239171245246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5382042239171245246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5382042239171245246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5382042239171245246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-hugs.html' title='Free hugs'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SfmzK0nPnhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NAspGOVzrvY/s72-c/3255_83356437525_577267525_2506352_6252449_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4661842324334787890</id><published>2009-04-12T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:43:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larian SMKDU</title><content type='html'>Larian SMKDU was on Saturday. I ended up running with Sue, Lauren and Ming. The run was only about half an hour!!! SKDU's was damn tiring and long, its one thing I don't miss about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since it was only half an hour, we had lots of free time after that! I was hanging out with Lauren and Ming at the pondok with the pond. After that we had to go to the hall for the prizegiving, and after that we went back to the pondok, but a bunch of form 2 girls came and invaded our privacy! So we migrated over to the floor of the corridor nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SeGZDHrxgcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oYkHDoQOVsI/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323704513409941954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Peek-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SeGZDLz3rxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4ZYkDGhA38c/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323704514517643026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SeGZDbARciI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JFTOCmHwlx4/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323704518596194850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4661842324334787890?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4661842324334787890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4661842324334787890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4661842324334787890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4661842324334787890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/larian-smkdu.html' title='Larian SMKDU'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SeGZDHrxgcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oYkHDoQOVsI/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-8644059538702949879</id><published>2009-04-07T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:45:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweat-drop worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I had an extremely interesting day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, kindof. Compared to other normal days, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Highlight 1#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After recess, I head off to my jaga place (Laluan Tunku Abdul Rahman or something) as usual. Aaron, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;peronda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, comes to check on my notebook and pen as usual. Suddenly, this Chinese pengawas dude with specs rushes up to me and goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Can you please go to the Interacts board and copy down all the goals?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt; Thankfully Aaron saves me from having to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"She's on duty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I'll jaga for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By now I am severely stunned, if there is such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I'll do it!"&lt;/span&gt; Aaron volunteers. The Chinese pengawas dude with specs thanks him profusely and Aaron goes off to do his good deed for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, Form-3-Chinese-pengawas-Interacts-dude-with-specs-from-SKDJ, if you're reading this I hope you don't mind, and sorry for the inconsistencies. Although you're probably not reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the story. I found out he was in Form 3, and came from SKDJ (?!), and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"So, how's Form 1?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"... boring, especially the Prefect part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"What?! Being a Prefect is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;! You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to go for the Prefect Night, you get to dance! I mean, it's not boy and girl, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy and boy&lt;/span&gt;, it's so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"... =_=" "&lt;/span&gt; Then I asked him something along the lines of, so, he's in Interacts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Yeah, although I'd rather be in the canteen eating the awesome canteen food!!!"&lt;/span&gt; (can't really remember what he said, something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"...riiight. I don't buy canteen food, so I wouldn't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Whaat?? The canteen food is so good! You don't know what you're missing! They have chicken kebab and lamb kebab, and..."&lt;/span&gt; (he goes on like this for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So eventually the sweat-drop-inducing-Chinese-Form3-pengawas-Interacts-dude-with-specs-from-SKDJ dude runs off, tie flying and all. Eventually Aaron comes back, and I tell him about the dude (too lazy to type all that out again). Apparently he couldn't copy down the goals due to other over-enthusiastic Interacts. And, guess what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"He's right you know! The canteen food is really good! (blah blah blah)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Weird people. Canteen food is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oily&lt;/span&gt;, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlight 2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We got to go to the wonderfully freezing computer lab, but... guess what, we weren't allowed to use the computers. Is that lame or what?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlight 3#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fire drill!! Haha. On the way back to the makmal nearly the whole class &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fhb89V43KWc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teacher Malani by yelling "HI PUAN MALANI!!" from the second floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlight 4#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PJ!! First the girls were playing, and so were the guys, separate games. Then Alex, Adrian, and Jia Dong wanted to play them versus all of us (must have been at least... 12 girls?) but they made them choose their team. So it ended up, the three guys plus me, Hana, and another girl, Rachel I think. Forgot the name. Versus the other nine girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think the guys got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; several times during the game watching how we girls play, hehe. Especially the tug-of-war for the ball. Funny. I think I messed up somewhat, though. Oh well. Next time they can choose more pro people for their team. I can't decide what's worse - playing with people at your level, and not improving, or playing with people above your level, and messing up. Like several times I missed the ball. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PWNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-8644059538702949879?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8644059538702949879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=8644059538702949879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8644059538702949879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8644059538702949879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweat-drop-worthy.html' title='sweat-drop worthy'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3539329333868114834</id><published>2009-04-04T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:15:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Hey, think about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;If you're not a thinking type, go away because this will make you think I'm nuts + make your head hurt + waste your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How do you tell the difference between someone who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;simulates&lt;/span&gt; intelligence (i.e.: programmed super-robot) and someone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;really has it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; (human)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;When you think about it, is there really a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;, and does it really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Before you say 'Of course!' , well you might argue a robot has no mind, its intelligence is artificial, but how do you determine whether something has a mind? When it comes to the point that human and robot are indistinguishable, how do you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;After all, you know that humans have minds based on their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;responses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;In that case, a robot that responds identically to humans must then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;have a mind&lt;/span&gt; too, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It may seem wrong to many people, but just think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Imagine this lady got into a relationship with a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;In a normal relationship, she would know the feelings, whether positive or negative, of the other through his actions, what he says, how he acts, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now think about the robot. He talks and acts like a human. She has no way of knowing that he has a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;'mind'&lt;/span&gt;. But that's simply discrimination, since she also has no way of telling that the human guy has a mind. She simply &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;assumes&lt;/span&gt; it based on his responses. Why shouldn't it be the same for the robot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;After all, you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;what you do&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; what you do because what you do is what other people know you as. Even if you have an inner personality, the 'you' in existence in the world is what others know you as, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;if they had no views on you, you wouldn't be anyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Therefore, the robot should also be what they do. If they aren't, if you say they don't have minds and are fake, how do you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that the fellow humans you live with have minds? You only 'know' that they think from what they say, their expressions, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Bottomlines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;How do you know humans have minds?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;(this is fairly simple: the reasoning is, if you are human and have a mind, they should too. but you don't really know, do you...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Does it matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;(if you say yes, why should it when its the same either way and you are what you do? if you say no, doesn't it bother you that the person you're talking to has no 'mind'?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;If you are what you do, does that mean you don't exist if no one knows you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;PS: Think about it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;logically&lt;/span&gt;. Logically meaning no common sense allowed, only rationality. Inspired, but not taken, from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://only4bookies.blogspot.com/2009/03/99-thought-experiments.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;The Pig That Wants To Be Eaten and 99 other thought experiments by Julian Baggini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;. And do remember, that minds are like parachutes: they work best when open.&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/3133646357954326826-3539329333868114834?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3539329333868114834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3539329333868114834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3539329333868114834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3539329333868114834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/think-about.html' title='Think about'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5104143751438039530</id><published>2009-03-29T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:15:34.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Overdose</title><content type='html'>To MingHuay, who is complaining of my lack of posts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was just weird. After waking up, I went to Sri Utama to get myself a name tag for Pengawas Percubaan. As I was getting out of the car, I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or someone who looked like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went for lunch. Yes, I wake up that late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking to the table, I saw someone who looked a lot like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chia Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but without glasses, standing at the chicken rice stall. Not sure whether it really was him, but it sure looked like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, I went to the bakery down the road to buy tea. The moment I opened the door, I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hong Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hsu Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someone else I didn't see the face of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FORM 4 SENIORS TODAY?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5104143751438039530?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5104143751438039530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5104143751438039530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5104143751438039530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5104143751438039530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior-overdose.html' title='Senior Overdose'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6052868155914203386</id><published>2009-03-20T16:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:02:28.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a walk in the park o-kay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/ScTKct2d9nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RBS9BnquC0w/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315596054897227378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.5 km!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/ScOJuTPGsmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/f6dlp2FCqp8/s320/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315243413757932130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.5 km!!!! YES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6052868155914203386?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6052868155914203386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6052868155914203386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6052868155914203386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6052868155914203386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-walk-in-park-o-kay.html' title='Not a walk in the park o-kay!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/ScTKct2d9nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RBS9BnquC0w/s72-c/DSC01268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3905359790012591253</id><published>2009-03-14T15:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:29:44.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SbtZDJyzI8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/l-tg9Av-n8Y/s1600-h/DSC07409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SbtZDJyzI8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/l-tg9Av-n8Y/s320/DSC07409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312938096117097410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not so long ago, I got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;from a friend who'd recently visited Langkawi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Although it may not be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;prettiest shell in the se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, it's the thought that counts - especially from a friend who can be so unbelievably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;entimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Case in point: our previous class teacher happened to randomly give him a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;pink Stabilo pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He treasures it with his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not to mention, he is also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;incredibly proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; of being in possession of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rock on, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3905359790012591253?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3905359790012591253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3905359790012591253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3905359790012591253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3905359790012591253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought.html' title='the Thought'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SbtZDJyzI8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/l-tg9Av-n8Y/s72-c/DSC07409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3217860958064572882</id><published>2009-02-19T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:02:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Camp coming up!!!! Yay!!!! I reaally can't wait... although on second thoughts I can. I just realized I've got a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ton &lt;/span&gt;of homework that I usually do during the weekend to finish before Friday. Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I love my squad, although I think there're a disproportionate number of Indian guys in it... not that I'm complaining, after all what's there to complain if I'm in the same squad as one of my super-friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious pic!!!! Haha!!!! Picture pinched from Yi Jean's blog, I can't believe Aaron let himself be photographed with his gross pout expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SZzK9d2u-TI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DJTtSfwZARc/s320/P1020704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304337618470631730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shiva trying to bandage Aaron's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jean came up to me, Fang Min and Alim and squealed, "You three look so cute together!" at which I promptly scuttled away, just in time to not be taken in this pic. Also pinched from her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SZzK9SkcvwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/m24TtQIZvVQ/s320/P1020705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304337615441149698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READ THIS READ THIS READ THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twentysixes.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-went-blog-surfing.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3217860958064572882?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3217860958064572882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3217860958064572882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3217860958064572882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3217860958064572882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-coming-up-yay-i-reaally-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SZzK9d2u-TI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DJTtSfwZARc/s72-c/P1020704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1403516330978077676</id><published>2009-01-30T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:26:37.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh joy.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* The CNY hols are almost over, how totally sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SuperPoking on Facebook! This is what I've done so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7LfttjI/AAAAAAAAAek/N0GeAMP47WY/s1600-h/throw_octopus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7LfttjI/AAAAAAAAAek/N0GeAMP47WY/s320/throw_octopus.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984045415937586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used the force (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high fiiiived (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown an octopus (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7EowUjI/AAAAAAAAAec/8H7KclkEw_g/s1600-h/roundhouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7EowUjI/AAAAAAAAAec/8H7KclkEw_g/s320/roundhouse.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984043574809138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown a chicken/fish/cow (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown a red gummy bear (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thrown cheesecake (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadoukened (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7JnG0ZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TzGW9EQdb8E/s1600-h/highfive.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7JnG0ZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TzGW9EQdb8E/s320/highfive.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984044910072210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown a pie (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown a shoe (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripped (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7Cf3PcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EvV13Eo3TIU/s1600-h/hadouken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7Cf3PcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EvV13Eo3TIU/s320/hadouken.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984043000643010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karate chopped (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roundhouse kicked (x1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucker punched (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown a birthday cake (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althought this may seem like quite little, I personally did them all, that is, I went to each person's wall and posted it there for everyone to see. After all, there's no point SuperPoking if no one except the person knows that you did. Therefore, there must be a huge picture on the person's wall =) Hmm, actually when I look at it all put together it seems quite little... TIME TO GO SUPERPOKING!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-1403516330978077676?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1403516330978077676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1403516330978077676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1403516330978077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1403516330978077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-joy.html' title='Oh joy.'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SYKq7LfttjI/AAAAAAAAAek/N0GeAMP47WY/s72-c/throw_octopus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2223877160456407268</id><published>2009-01-21T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:38:52.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I think I can say I'm reasonably satisfied with my blog's look now, after all, I can't be bothered to make it look perfect, can I? Heh heh. My sis says I'm going through a green phase, I guess it's true - my old blog theme was green, my new blog theme is green, my phone is green, my desktop picture is green (actually my pic of Kakashi with a meadow background), etc etc. But, quoting a friend of hers whom she told about my phase: "That's not so bad! Green's a nice colour - at least it's better than pink." Which are my sentiments exactly. =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of new looks, there's my hair. I recently got my hair bobbed at my sis' salon, I'm not too reserved about haircuts because 1, my hair grows back fast, and 2, the face's still the same, how different can I look after all? But the proof is in my header, I look way different, compare with Bali photos which are dated December.&lt;br /&gt;SMDU is quite stressful, and the teachers are weird. Seriously. But I got to design my class' AJK list which turned out awesome but a bit weird, as my taste is on the opposite side of the spectrum compared to most people's (most people's = the people who usually do AJK lists = girls = flowers and butterflies) - and unfortunately I forgot to take a pic of it. Oh well. And now I'm designing the bunting thingy too, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SXfY6G7ioZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4tY81hOvfbs/s1600-h/photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SXfY6G7ioZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4tY81hOvfbs/s320/photos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293938379801665938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently I watched a movie called Music and Lyrics starring Hugh Grant, Drew Barrymore and Haley Bennett. It's supposed to be a romantic comedy, but they had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no chemistry whatsover&lt;/span&gt; and it, the movie, was actually totally HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have a sort of love-hate with cliches. I love them, they're hilarious, but obviously cliched stuff suck. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unless&lt;/span&gt; it's something like Music and Lyrics. The movie is completely hilarious with all the cliches and witty lines. In general I don't like rom coms, because American comedy tends to revolve around embarrassing moments, which are embarrassing to watch. But the script for this movie is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SXfbxtwgkiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/svJ0wHAfM7M/s1600-h/music_and_lyrics_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SXfbxtwgkiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/svJ0wHAfM7M/s320/music_and_lyrics_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941534140437026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this movie revolves around a former 80's pop band member, Alex. He is an admitted has-been and scrapes by performing at humiliating venues such as school reunions and theme parks. But when pop star Cora wants him to write a song for her called 'Way Back Into Love', he is given a chance at getting his former glory back. But he has to finish the song in a few days, sucks at writing and can't get a good lyricist. He meets Sophie, his replacement plant lady, who has a gift for words, and eventually agrees to help him write the song. Bla bla bla, go watch it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite parts:&lt;br /&gt;1. When Alex sings the song 'Don't Write Me Off', and the duet for 'Way Back Into Love'.&lt;br /&gt;2. After the camera shows them making out, it goes dark. Then Alex wakes up (with Sophie next to him -shudder-) he sits up sleepily... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ow!"&lt;/span&gt; and the camera shows them... under the piano. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Under the piano.&lt;/span&gt; Then Alex quickly calls his manager, going out to the balcony (with his pants on), then... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ow!"&lt;/span&gt; "Looks like she's up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite lines, among others which I can't remember:&lt;br /&gt;Alex to his manager: "'Dance With Me Tonight', please. And it's not so often that one grown man can say so to another with much joy."&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Well, that's very sensitive of you, Alex... especially for a man who wears such tight pants.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: It forces all the blood to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the song 'Pop Goes My Heart' is really funny and cliched, the tune's stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2223877160456407268?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2223877160456407268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2223877160456407268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2223877160456407268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2223877160456407268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SXfY6G7ioZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4tY81hOvfbs/s72-c/photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6077446370348326218</id><published>2009-01-20T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:56:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>SMDU's full of life&lt;br /&gt;Its huge and its seniors too&lt;br /&gt;But what that's missing from my life&lt;br /&gt;Is my regular daily crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Jin whom I miss the most&lt;br /&gt;He's in another school&lt;br /&gt;No jokes, no laughs, no silly boasts&lt;br /&gt;No him pretending to be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the long political chats&lt;br /&gt;With Aaron I daily had&lt;br /&gt;Ke Hui bombarding me with disgusting torture facts&lt;br /&gt;Till I nearly thought she was mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis complaining and whining as he did&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy tagging along behind&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alim creating little alien kids&lt;br /&gt;A friend like her would be hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse, however, to let myself be&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past as I was&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look forward, at the life ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;But my memories will be kept and not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily get used to rushing to the gate&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday and Tuesday with Xi&lt;br /&gt;Wolfing down food so as not to be late&lt;br /&gt;For tuition, after which, we are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aaand, that's it, I decided not to continue it. By the way, not everything in here is strictly true. All the 'looking forward' nonsense is just that, sappy nonsense, and I still have my political talks with Aaron, and chats with Alim, I don't really miss Ke Hui or Jeremy, Travis is still there, Xi is still there, and Aaron misses Jin too. Oh well, what to do. The truth has to be tweaked a bit to make a good rhyme. There's another one I have in my head, but it's too sappy to be put into the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got hit by the rhyme bug after decorating English poems printed out by a classmate for the class board. Unfortunately, I don't have anything to write about. I've already written two birthday poems, this one, plus a slightly silly one which I shall throw away. I refuse to write sappy poems or friendship poems (okay, actually I already wrote one, but that's an exception) or teacher-worship poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's difficult to write poems about my life because like I said, the truth has to be tweaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6077446370348326218?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6077446370348326218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6077446370348326218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6077446370348326218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6077446370348326218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2327516253245104198</id><published>2008-12-02T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:38:08.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offerings, offerings, more offerings...</title><content type='html'>Bali's a jolly place. They have a funny culture there - to start with, there're offerings just about everywhere, so you have to always watch where you're stepping, cos they even put them in the middle of the streets. Another thing, every first born child is named Wayan, second Made, third Nyoman, fourth Ketut and then you start all over again from fifth. =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Me loves piccies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr6uq095I/AAAAAAAAAc4/FRIQwyQ6pcA/s1600-h/DSC06260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr6uq095I/AAAAAAAAAc4/FRIQwyQ6pcA/s320/DSC06260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276296726401316754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sitting on a funny-shaped tree trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr6zfc2xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MolT0vycClQ/s1600-h/DSC06270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr6zfc2xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MolT0vycClQ/s320/DSC06270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276296727695776530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offerings, which are literally everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr7rQp3cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/o6uZFEt0_ds/s1600-h/DSC06244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr7rQp3cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/o6uZFEt0_ds/s320/DSC06244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276296742666100162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to wear sarongs when we visit a temple unless we're wearing long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr7xvaH7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4OFwydX__qY/s1600-h/DSC06206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr7xvaH7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4OFwydX__qY/s320/DSC06206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276296744405704626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like it's straight out a history book. This is part of a temple, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2327516253245104198?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2327516253245104198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2327516253245104198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2327516253245104198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2327516253245104198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/offerings-offerings-more-offerings.html' title='Offerings, offerings, more offerings...'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/STkr6uq095I/AAAAAAAAAc4/FRIQwyQ6pcA/s72-c/DSC06260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4841948759788281652</id><published>2008-11-23T19:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:29:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MNS Open Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSk5lrr6sBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/07QhyUiPUIE/s1600-h/logo_MNC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSk5lrr6sBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/07QhyUiPUIE/s200/logo_MNC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271808158358745106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous Saturday was spent at FRIM as a helper for my aunt’s suncatcher-making booth. It was for MNS Open Day. MNS, by the way, stands for Malaysian Nature Society, which my family are members of.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were picked up at quarter past eight and my friend Alim with us. Alim and I spent most of the morning keeping and eye on the kiddos making suncatchers at our booth. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e){}"href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSlFMuUHsCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/2OU7Zj4AqGQ/s1600-h/DSC06096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSlFMuUHsCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/2OU7Zj4AqGQ/s200/DSC06096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271820923707043874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSlFk3ymf3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/HuhXHmiM5QU/s1600-h/DSC06105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSlFk3ymf3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/HuhXHmiM5QU/s200/DSC06105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271821338567671666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teaching isn’t really our thing… anyways we made one of our own, a gecko. Eventually we got bored so we explored the other booths a bit. After a stop at the face painting booth, I was sporting an olive-backed woodpecker (er, I think that was it, I can’t quite recall) on my forearm while Alim had a tiger head trailing paw prints. On our arms, not faces, that would’ve been a bit freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got myself a henna done, but some misfortune befell it so it didn’t dry properly, this will be explained later (but it came out okay anyway). I really love this kind of stuff, although its safer to stick to temporary tattoos – they don’t stink as much as henna, which is done with some herbal mixture. Icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSty9gajfKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qZqXm0fC6Mw/s1600-h/DSC06183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSty9gajfKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qZqXm0fC6Mw/s200/DSC06183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272434189766196386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt bought all three of us (me, sis, Alim) MNS t-shirts! =) =) =) My sis and I got the ‘Birds Come First’ one, while Alim got the MYCAT tiger one because there was no size for the birds one. I think they were both designed by my aunt, though I’m not too sure (she’s a graphic designer). Oh yeah, the drying henna came out when I changed into my new t-shirt, but it was okay, must have been almost dry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Two guys playing guitars came and serenaded us with multi-lingual songs on the environment. I think one of the lines was: sampah bertabur-taburan, then something about pencemaran alam. Funny =).&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Fire-Starting Techniques program, which was quite cool… say sayonara to the belief that striking a twig against another starts a fire. And some guys came with a ton of percussion instruments… drums, tambourines, shakes, clacky wooden thingies, kompangs, etc, etc, which they handed out to everyone. On one of the guy’s count, everyone began playing, it was really funny, and fun, although my eardrums were aching after a while… an Indian lady and her daughter were sporting enough to go and dance in the middle of the circle. Note the girl’s face paint.&lt;br /&gt;My sis bought a spork-knife…&lt;br /&gt;We saw a funny spider…&lt;br /&gt;Alim and I swung from two vines, it was really cool although you had to be strong enough to lift yourself…&lt;br /&gt;And yup that’s it. Oh yeah, we got lucky for the lucky draw, four times. Three times books, one time I got an olive towel. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4841948759788281652?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4841948759788281652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4841948759788281652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4841948759788281652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4841948759788281652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/mns-open-day.html' title='MNS Open Day'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SSk5lrr6sBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/07QhyUiPUIE/s72-c/logo_MNC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-8409054065590578344</id><published>2008-11-14T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:48:16.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>the End of Primary</title><content type='html'>part 1: UPSR results. I'm glad and relieved to say, I managed to score the 5A's, but some of my friends didn't manage to. Oh well. Sue got the 5As, but she was sobbing and sobbing and sobbing and well you get the idea. Strange people =). Anyway, a camera crew paid us a visit and we (not me, other people) were shown on TV!!!!! So cool! A bit over-cool, in fact... Aaron spent the whole night raving, 'I'M ON TV!!!' But it's really quite something to see your friends and other people whom you've known for the whole of your short life on TV. From what I heard Ke Hui got called a cute little girl by the reporter - afterwards she was ranting and ranting - "I'm not a cute little girl! I don't want to be cute! I want to be strong! I want to be tall!" I bet the reporter would be shocked if she heard our idiosyncratic Ke Hui raving about the injustice and tortures of Roman Catholics and... other sensitive topics. Back to the UPSR results - I'm getting 500 bucks, half of which I shall probably use to get myself a sleek, shiny phone =). I love sleek, shiny phones. I'll probably keep the rest in the bank (I have this childish belief that if I save more when I'm younger, I won't have to work so hard when I'm older =). Every little makes a difference, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2: Last day of school, prizegiving! Sigh - I'll really miss some of my friends who aren't going to the same school as me next year. Majority of people are going to the same school, but it just so happens some aren't =(. It'll be a while till I see the friends who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; going to the same school anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: I will put up some pics soon... seriously! why don't people ever send pics when they're supposed to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-8409054065590578344?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8409054065590578344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=8409054065590578344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8409054065590578344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/8409054065590578344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-primary.html' title='the End of Primary'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2648970341547996840</id><published>2008-11-13T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:53:01.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Jamuan Tahun 6</title><content type='html'>Jamuan Tahun 6 was day before yesterday, Tuesday. What happened was, there were lots of bo-o-ring performances (Jeremy, that's english for persembahan!). Then, the S6 all had to go to the hall with all the junk food, drinks, meehoon, cups, plates and whatever else they brought. It was around 9 something when we were all helping arrange the tables and stuff. The jamuan was supposed to be at 11. &lt;br /&gt;We couldn't start eating, because KFC hadn't arrived yet. So we just sat there and drooled at the food (uh-uh! not me!) and became hungrier and hungrier. Then on Travis' recommendation I went to where the KH jualan was and bought a bowl of fettucine with mushroom sauce. Nice! Jeremy lent me the money (I paid him back though).&lt;br /&gt;Then the KFC finally came, but we had to wait for all the teachers to arrive. Bleh. When the teachers finally did arrive, we had to wait for our oh-so-dear Headmistress to come. Jeez. The drinks were already all warm and the KFC was all cold by the time we finally started at 12. Jeez. &lt;br /&gt;We feasted ourselves, but after that I felt a bit sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2648970341547996840?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2648970341547996840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2648970341547996840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2648970341547996840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2648970341547996840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/jamuan-tahun-6.html' title='Jamuan Tahun 6'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1297901444170998652</id><published>2008-11-03T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:39:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Not-Blues/Not-Bash</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!! Yay! Today at 12:01 in the morning, I got my sis' present. When I got to school, Alim wished me and gave me a detailed description of my present, which I gathered to be a stuffed crocodile from Ikea, which she couldn't bring to school. I'm looking forward to getting it =). Then Aa- I mean, Guardian (code names should be used online...) handed me a badly wrapped parcel, which he presently informed me was a book. Actually, although I feel awful when I think about his lack of creative and artistic taste and skill, at least he wrapped it himself =). It's the thought that counts. It turned out to be Snowbone by Cat Weatherill, the companion book to Barkbelly by the same author, which I must admit was not quite to my taste (interpretation: Barkbelly sucks). Later on during school, Travis suddenly remembered the date (3rd November) and wished me. He seems to have 'Claire's birthday= 3rd November' firmly stuck in his head for some reason (it was him who reminded me last week), but there were no lessons, so no dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I soon gave up on trying to watch my Naruto episodes because of the sheer number of people calling. You see, every time someone calls the Internet line is cut off and restarted, so I had to keep reloading my Naruto episodes from scratch (in vain). Jin, who didn't come to school, called about three times to talk about Naruto and wish me, of course. Throughout the course of the day numerous other people called, including my aunt, Xi's mum, who wants to take me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jewelry shopping&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; No offense meant, obviously - I just don't exactly enjoy the presence of people I am not so close to, and I don't like shopping enough to do that. Earrings and jewelry, for goodness sake. The 200 bucks spent can be easily spent on something better like... a shopping spree in Toys R' Us, or a set of Naruto episode CDs. Or a Konohagakure forehead protector, although I have no idea where to get that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the presents are (below): a stichery set from a couple of old friends from church, chocolates from Grandma, Snowbone by Cat Weatherill from Guardian, angpows from Grandma and my parents (one's missing from the picture) and a packet of Pepperidge Farm biscuits from my sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ8FIjTiAJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUhPteqO9Bk/s1600-h/DSC00914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ8FIjTiAJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUhPteqO9Bk/s320/DSC00914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264432133893652626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pre-ordered birthday cake from Baskin Robbins 31 was absolutely fabulous. 2/3 sheet and half Cookies &amp; Cream ice cream, half chocolate cake, with 'Twelfth' iced on in the middle and cream lining with M&amp;Ms. Oh yeah, we were short on one candle, so my dad neatly inserted a teaspoon above the 'Twelfth' to make up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ8F-arDJ0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/YDCgXbr_-PA/s1600-h/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ8F-arDJ0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/YDCgXbr_-PA/s320/DSC00901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433059289311042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, when I got home and checked my email, I found two Hallmakr E-cards waiting to be opened! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THE END~&lt;br /&gt;note: warning: everything in here has been slightly edited or exaggerated to allow use of my extended vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day...&lt;br /&gt;I got my present from Jin. Who knows what on earth possessed him to get me a silver chain bracelet with pink butterflies and flowers dangling from it, he was the one who suggested getting me a Konohagakure ninja forehead protector, but I appreciate it just as much as I would have had he given me the latter. Like always, its the thought that counts. I'm not just being nice - it could have been pretty embarrassing for him =) I love presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day...&lt;br /&gt;ALim gave me her present to me. She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; told me it was a long stuffed croc, but I really hadn't expected what came. I mean, 'crocodile', and you think of scales and threatening beasts. It's so nice! A very long stuffed croc with velvety fur/scales/skin (?) with protruding eyes (think cartoon frogs) and a pyjama-like t-shirt and a mini-croc in its mouth. No, he wasn't eating it. I've named the croc Zoon and the little one Zean.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dad managed to persuade my aunt to give me money instead of take me shopping. Yay! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-1297901444170998652?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1297901444170998652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1297901444170998652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1297901444170998652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1297901444170998652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-not-bluesnot-bash.html' title='Birthday Not-Blues/Not-Bash'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ8FIjTiAJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUhPteqO9Bk/s72-c/DSC00914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6551053057764858775</id><published>2008-11-03T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:07:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footstool Players</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at 6:50, a friend of my sister's, Rufus, picked my sis and I up to go watch the Footstool Players in action at PJ Gospel Hall. The Footstool Players are a bunch of Christians who work hard to produce entertaining and thought-provoking productions (performances of numerous short sketches) . There are usually messages and/or themes to their productions which are suitable for all ages.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I once had the opportunity to watch the Footstool Players at my church. I was very very very impressed, because, well, it was really entertaining. Funny and humourous. So naturally I leaped at this chance to watch them again. This one wasn't as good as the other production I'd watched, but still good. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ6ie8fft0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/nzU6TFuGVJM/s1600-h/CLTCLstriplong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ6ie8fft0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/nzU6TFuGVJM/s400/CLTCLstriplong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264323666960693058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old song says that "love is a many-splendoured thing", but reality tells us that "love" can be bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ6h_8Yc5PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8MbrTcYxEE4/s1600-h/CLTCL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ6h_8Yc5PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8MbrTcYxEE4/s320/CLTCL3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264323134355203314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For its 2008/2009 season, Footstool Players is proud to present Crazy Little Thing Called Love: poignant portraits of the ties that bind – and sometimes knot – in a collection of sketches pertaining to the themes of love, courtship, marriage and family relationships.&lt;br /&gt;The play features a mix of comedy and drama, but all thought-provoking in some way in highlighting issues pertaining to relationships. There's innocence, idealism, joy, humour, reassurance, hope, regret, heartbreak, sorrow, and more – everything that comes with that "crazy little thing called love"!&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh, you'll weep. But most importantly, you'll also think – and perhaps also discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best sketch had to be Lost In Transmission, a humourous sketch comparing the drastically different way men and women think. It was really funny. Second would go to A Sorry Excuse, a conversation between a guy and a girl who's trying to get him to say sorry. Although many of the sketches were somewhat depressing and angsty. Meant for an older age group, probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6551053057764858775?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6551053057764858775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6551053057764858775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6551053057764858775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6551053057764858775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/footstool-players.html' title='Footstool Players'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ6ie8fft0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/nzU6TFuGVJM/s72-c/CLTCLstriplong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4466143472476792441</id><published>2008-11-02T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:12:49.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hector Olivera: Organ Recital</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was simply amazing. And where was I yesterday? Not somewhere most kids these days would be on a Saturday night, for sure. I was at an organ recital with the maestro from Argentina, Hector Olivera, playing.&lt;br /&gt;Most kids nowadays have little idea what an organ is. Just so you know, an organ is a keyboard instrument that has two keyboards and a wide range of instruments. That means, there's a huge panel full of buttons above the keyboards and when you press a different one, when you play the sound of different instruments will come out. Amazing, no? The organ also has a one-octave keyboard at the bottom for the feet to play. That's right, the feet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 8 o'clock, the MC, an insufferable guy called Dennis Tan began advertising Roland organs. =_=' What a doofus. Anyway, Hector, in sharp contrast to Dennis, turned out to be friendly and charismatic... and then he began to play. Words cannot describe his beautiful playing. He was like a one-man orchestra. Remember how I said an organ has many differeny sounds? Not only can it do that, it also has different beats that start playing if you press a button. So we were all serenaded with the sounds of the saxophone, people singing, guitar plucking, violins, and who knows what else. (below: note Harry, the green frog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ11Fao52_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/E0WE3pA6xto/s1600-h/DSC06023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ11Fao52_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/E0WE3pA6xto/s320/DSC06023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263992275376659442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing thing about his music was that it had a strange effect on my imagination. One jazzy song with saxophone, drums, and I-don't-know-what-instruments conjured up an image of a guy in a suit and black bowler hat playing the saxophone with his band in a dimly lit pub. Another song, filled with voices shouting out (bo-doo-doo-dah-dah!) and strong beats conjured up a Grease-like image of teens jumping around and dancing. Yet another, taken from an opera, made me think of an English lady in dress and petticoats singing her heart out in the rain/snow (think Christine from Phantom of the Opera). &lt;br /&gt;Hector also introduced us to his dear friend who was sitting on the organ, a furry frog named Harry. I think he really likes frogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ11bxj3UhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uw1PlbqWOMU/s1600-h/DSC06025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ11bxj3UhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uw1PlbqWOMU/s320/DSC06025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263992659486659090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector also performed on the harpsichord, another instrument of the past. It's something like an old-fashioned piano. On it, he played a short version of the Harry Potter theme, which sounded exactly like the original! Tinkly and haunting, just like in the movie...&lt;br /&gt;Among the more modern songs Hector played on the organ were the theme from Ice Castles, Looking Through the Eyes of Love. What a famous song, even I know it. Also, the theme from Empire Strikes Back, and Don't Cry For Me Argentina. He told the audience he'd gotten to meet Evita herself when he was five.&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing part was the last piece, though. That really stunned everyone. Have you heard the Flight of the Bumblebee? It's a song, and it lives up to its name because the pianist plays so fast it sounds like a bee buzzing. And Hector played the Flight of the Bumblebee... with his feet. The camera showed a close-up of his feet, and they were moving shockingly quickly across the keys. My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bit of history on Hector Olivera. He began playing the organ when he was three. Two years later, at five, he was appointed organist for his church.  At six, he entered the Buenos Aires Conservatory to study harmony, counterpoint, and fugue. By nine, he had composed a suite for oboe and string orchestra. Hector entered the University of Buenos Aires when he was 12, where he studied with Hector Zeoli and Juan Francisco Giacobbe. By 18, he had performed more than 300 concerts throughout Latin America, appearing frequently on Argentinean radio and television. Blah blah blah, his career widened, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. music truly is powerful. and Hector loves frogs. Look below. Up top we see Ribbety, lower on the music stand is Armand. Down on the upper manual, left we find Flips, then Phillipe. On the 2nd manual, holding down the center position is André with Fifi, on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ19A8p2pYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zyczjZAJ8Ew/s1600-h/Frogs-op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ19A8p2pYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zyczjZAJ8Ew/s320/Frogs-op.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264000994701124994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4466143472476792441?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4466143472476792441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4466143472476792441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4466143472476792441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4466143472476792441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/hector-olivera-organ-recital.html' title='Hector Olivera: Organ Recital'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SQ11Fao52_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/E0WE3pA6xto/s72-c/DSC06023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6677177844048178160</id><published>2008-10-26T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:25:50.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Angeline's Party Part IV</title><content type='html'>After a cool drink of very cold, sweet orange juice, everyone settled down again in Angeline's vintage living room. I watched Pravin, Jin, Navin and Jeremy play Mortal Kombat. Frankly, I'm quite fascinated by the PS, or PS2 or whatever, because I've never touched one before (okay, actually I have touched one, when I was very small). After watching Sub-Zero and Liu Kang winning repeatedly, I got kind of bored... so me and Jin joined the Hide and Seek game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was pretty fun. Angeline showed us a hiding place - her mum's bedroom (mum was out). And gosh, what a room!!! To begin with, the doors were double doors. Huge, looming double doors, which made for a rather forbidding appearance. Inside, there were three humongously over-sized  gigantuan wardrobes. All wooden and light brown, and if I remember correctly the handles were twisted bronzy stuff. The headboard of the bed was the same wooden light brown. Jin and I ventured further into the bathroom, which was just huge. The walls were all brown tiles, and the mirror was the huge, fancy kind with curly gold-brown ornamental stuff all around the edge - something you'd expect Snow White's evil stepmother to use. And the cabinet below the sink was -  yes, you guessed it - brown. The shower space was just huge, and the towel rack was trimmed with fake gold. You shouldn't be surprised, Jin and I were getting pretty freaked out hiding in there, especially when no one came to find us. We then went back into the room (we were in the bathroom) and hid behind the bed. My imagination was playing with me - I kept imagining Angeline's mum opening the door. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we played the jumping game using the Ikea snake - surprisingly, Jin emerged as high-jumping champion, with Ke Hui as runner-up. I fell and got a bruise on my knee. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it, people! Sorry for wasting your time with this long and boring account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kAyLiM/cLaIrE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6677177844048178160?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6677177844048178160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6677177844048178160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6677177844048178160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6677177844048178160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/angelines-party-part-iv.html' title='Angeline&apos;s Party Part IV'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7397629553318420380</id><published>2008-10-26T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:12:02.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Angeline's Party Part III</title><content type='html'>After the Amazing Race 2, Ke Hui and I sat on a big, brown sofa and began discussing – well, the usual things actually. She treated me to a(nother) anecdote about Roman Catholics and human cruelty and previous lack of rights. That’s the difference between our choice of conversation topics – I prefer to have variety in my topics, and I also prefer to rant about lack of rights &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; rather than lack of rights before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking the others were prank-calling Naeem. For a moment there (apparently, from what I heard), Navin became a man from TNB. From what I heard, he did the voice perfectly, resulting in Naeem telling his mum who then took the phone, then someone hung up or something. I don’t really know the details. Basically, there was a long session of sit-around-and-do-whatever-you-like-with-whoever-you-like-in-the-wonderfully-air-conditioned-house (The whole house was really cold – for me, that is. I was wearing a jacket the whole time. Imagine what it was like for people without jackets).&lt;br /&gt;After that, they served a huge bowl of spaghetinni with bolognaise sauce. At least I think it was spaghetinni – it was like thin spaghetti. I didn’t eat any, because for one, I hate bolognaise sauce, and also, it was three o’clock. Who eats a full meal at three in the afternoon? So Ke Hui and I chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3:30, someone suggested going to the park. I thought it was a totally dumb idea – going out for a walk in the middle of the afternoon – but went along anyway. It turned out more like a hike, because the park was actually quite far away. And when we reached there, it was somewhat boring. So I decided to follow Adam, Navin, Pui Yee and Angeline to go pay Avyi a visit. Ke Hui tagged along too. Somehow, we ended up at Adam’s house. His dad was sitting in the living room repairing a bike. The house was completely different from Angeline’s – packed and cosy and small. Well, at least it seemed small – it might just have been the furniture. We had a refreshing drink there before heading to Avyi’s place, with Adam’s younger brother Andrew in tow. Angeline thought he was adorable, I thought he looked just like his dad. Avyi wasn’t home, sadly, so we headed back to the park, then hiked back to Angeline’s place. Andrew came back with us for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7397629553318420380?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7397629553318420380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7397629553318420380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7397629553318420380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7397629553318420380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/angelines-party-part-iii.html' title='Angeline&apos;s Party Part III'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2563610227151005134</id><published>2008-10-26T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:09:51.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angeline's Party Part II: Truth or Dare ~ KFC ~ Amazing Race 2</title><content type='html'>Now if I remember correctly, after Amazing Race 1 we played a somewhat lame game of Truth or Dare, in which the rules were changed a little. Everyone wrote a truth and a dare and placed it in a large box. If the bottle spun to you, you drew a piece of paper from the box and had to do a truth/dare, no choice of which. I was somewhat distracted throughout the game because Ke Hui was busy ranting to me about the cruelty of exploitation of embarassment during games like Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;One interesting dare was when Jeremy had to propose to Xin Yen. It was quite a scene, really. Jeremy was down on one knee with a ring one of his guy friends (probably Navin) forced him to take. Sweet! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we began eating lunch, which was KFC, at about 1. I had to take pieces I didn't recognise, because the drumsticks were snapped up a bit too quickly and I didn't want to push in case the whole thing tipped over. That Jeremy took three drumsticks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, there was a lot more shouting, yelling and screaming while everyone argued about who was in whose group for the Amazing Race 2. After even more screeching, shrieking and shutupping, everyone got divided into two groups: Me, Amanda, Pui Yee, Shiao Ven, Jin, Adam and Navin, and the other group was everyone else. Then, we all got shooed out and mulled around outside for a long, long, while, while the crew did the clues. This time Navin was playing, though. It was pretty boring, just killing time and waiting for them to tell us to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they did, they demanded we think of a group name (this was unnecessary in the game, no idea why they asked us to). After some arguing, we decided on WordTM while the other group was Systematic 7. A seriously dumb name, no offense to team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Amazing Race 2 began! This time, we ran up and down, up and down again, out of the house and back in, then up and down again. Hiding places for the clues included the shoe cupboard and a huge pot with a tree in it, although Amanda kept accidentally finding clues four steps ahead by accident. The most interesting hiding place had to be when the previous clue said: Ring the bell like the school bell (something something). Jin shouted, "Oh, I think I know where this is!" and promptly dashed down the stairs to the ground floor. We had to follow him to see what he was doing, since obviously he wouldn't stop and wait. Just as I reached the ground floor, I saw Jin reach up for a bronze-looking bell above head level in a corner of the dining hall beside the stairs and ring it with a string hanging from it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ding-ding!&lt;/span&gt; Next thing I knew, they had the next clue. Jin said it fell down when he rang the bell. Interesting. The last clue was a task - find Angeline. Smart move, because then no one could argue about who won, etc. Shiao Ven found her downstairs, so we won. No prize again, except Shiao Ven because she found Angeline. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2563610227151005134?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2563610227151005134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2563610227151005134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2563610227151005134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2563610227151005134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/angelines-party-part-ii-truth-or-dare.html' title='Angeline&apos;s Party Part II: Truth or Dare ~ KFC ~ Amazing Race 2'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1469988481459592959</id><published>2008-10-25T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:07:17.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Angeline's Party Part I: Beginning ~ Amazing Race 1</title><content type='html'>Warning/Disclaimer/Note: This is all from my point of view, so certain things will be left out. Also, it will be long and boring because of my tendency to add in a lot of details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Angeline's (a.k.a. Angel, but everyone calls her Angeline) house at 11:15 a.m., 15 minutes late. I arrived to find a bunch of my friends watching Meet Dave. I only managed to catch a bit of the ending, where all the aliens escape in Dave Ming Cheng's foot. Quite a number of people said my jacket was nice =). The people there were: Angeline (host), Justyn, Yvonne, Xin Yen, myself, Amanda, Ke Hui, Pui Yee, Amelia, Hooi Yen, Samantha, Adam, Jin, Navin, Pravin, Travis and  Jeremy. Our host was wearing a strappy cocktail dress, which I guess suited her way better than a blouse and jeans would. I think... Anyway, Ke Hui was looking really, really, really, really classy (she has good taste), and Travis' khaki jacket with buttons and straps was really cool. That guy's got pretty good taste, although he's overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline's house looked ordinary on the outside, but inside, I discovered, was really cool. Everything was vintage, old-fashioned, grand, looked like it was from 100 years ago. Nearly everything was brown, gold, flowers or glass. There was a fake Mona Lisa painting, and other grand-looking gold (again, probably fake) casts of grand-looking faces. The house had three storeys, and I was fascinated with the fake Egyptian hieroglyphs that took the place of tiles in the downstairs bathroom. On the ceiling where the fan was, there was a small dome with brown patterns all over. In the dining hall (what most people would call a dining room) the table had a lacy white tablecloth and the chairs had fake gold backings. There was also a fake fireplace in the living room (...) which looked a little odd because there was no grate (grate is the fence around the fireplace to stop people from burning themselves). The living room had huge brown (like I said, nearly everything was brown, gold, flowers or glass, for the vintage look) sofas with huge brown cushions and lots of soft toy doggies. I think Angeline loves soft toy doggies. There was also the green Ikea snake which I've always really liked. I ended up spending quite a bit of the party tug-of-warring for the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Everyone was divided into teams, but people didn't like their teams, so they were changed, then changed again because of more complaints, and there was lots of yelling, shouting and screaming. Such as Justyn yelling "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHUT UP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, though, I managed to secure myself a good team: myself, Amanda, Shiao Ven, Travis and Jeremy. Jeremy was a bit droopy about this, because he earlier he'd managed to make sure he was in the same group as Xin Yen, but Travis pulled him over to our group. Not that we really wanted him. I seriously pity Xin Yen - I used to think Travis was just being mean and over-exaggerating, but now I can see just how obsessed Jeremy is with Xin Yen. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mulled around outside the house for a good long, long, long while, waiting while the crew put up the clues, etc. The crew being Angel, Justyn, Yvonne, Hooi Yen and Navin. Who knows how Navin had managed to get himself mixed up in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, though, the Amazing Race 1 started. The five of us (and everyone else too) began rushing up (three storeys) and down (another three storeys) and up and down again, solving Sudoku and puzzles in between. Unfortunately I can't really remember the details of this Amazing Race- no wait. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collected clues based on the previous clues, while Justyn hovered and gave tips. Hiding places for clues ranged from between the top of the TV (which was six times the size of mine... sob...) and the lacy covering on it, which was tricky, to on top of the ice compartment in the freezer, which was trickier (we all (except Travis) sucked ice cubes as refreshment, though), to the small Christmas tree in the dining hall, to pasted under the kitchen table. One easy clue to find was on a table with several others exactly the same for other teams to find. Travis, that evil guy, put the other groups' clues into Angeline's wardrobe. =D What a laugh! Tasks included finishing a half-finished sudoku, doing a puzzle, and  a choice of doing a jigsaw puzzle or making Angeline's bed. We chose the jigsaw puzzle, which slowed us considerably, probably the reason we came in second. I mean, which jigsaw puzzle has pieces shaped like ribbons and forks? For goodness sake, jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we came in second. No prize, sadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-1469988481459592959?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1469988481459592959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1469988481459592959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1469988481459592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1469988481459592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/angelines-party-part-i.html' title='Angeline&apos;s Party Part I: Beginning ~ Amazing Race 1'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3047602633205738202</id><published>2008-10-13T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:14:54.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I doing yesterday night?</title><content type='html'>Well, actually, I was part of the 300-strong crowd gathered at the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;padang&lt;/span&gt; outside Amcorp Mall to show support for RPK, along with my parents. We were holding a candlelight vigil. After we began lighting our candles, someone turned up with a bunch of Free RPK T-shirts, which were snapped up. Unfortunately, there was only size M for the orange t-shirt, so I just wore the oversized thing over my t-shirt. My parents' friends were there too, as was my church's pastor. Lim Kit Siang turned up, so did Haris Ibrahim and Panther. They both gave speeches. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures, which I didn't take myself. I took them from someone else's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SPLmrvkhVsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Zn4u8P_ON0Q/s1600-h/12102008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SPLmrvkhVsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Zn4u8P_ON0Q/s320/12102008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256517354273199810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SPLmza3SrNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/la0aBI1B9uE/s1600-h/12102008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SPLmza3SrNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/la0aBI1B9uE/s320/12102008(013).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256517486153739474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says No 2 ISA, as I hope you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it next week, but I managed to persuade a friend of mine who's going to try persuade his parents to let him go - which would be quite something, considering his parents are BN supporters. =) (this friend is known as Guardian)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3047602633205738202?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3047602633205738202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3047602633205738202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3047602633205738202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3047602633205738202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-was-i-doing-yesterday-night.html' title='What was I doing yesterday night?'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SPLmrvkhVsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Zn4u8P_ON0Q/s72-c/12102008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5053782744619721150</id><published>2008-10-06T15:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:04:07.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Little Kitties and Creation vs Evolution</title><content type='html'>Today at school, someone discovered an adorable tiny kitten on the lockers in class. Really tiny - only slightly bigger than my hand. Of course, everyone cooed over it like crazy. Poor little thing must have been terrified to death. Then someone else discovered another three behind a cupboard. Then followed the usual attempts to stroke, feed and generally take care of the four tiny kittens. They were really cute, though. Some people said they looked like rats... ugh. Surprisingly, our class teacher didn't seem to mind their presence at the back of the class. Maybe he didn't notice it was the cover of the report card box that was being used as their shelter... hee hee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Aaron, another friend whom I shall here refer to as Whitney, and I were arguing with each other today. Aaron has extremely fixed views, while Whitney's and mine tend to differ rather. As it was, we were talking about religion... Aaron is a devout Christian, so a dumb idiot with seven toes and a pea-sized brain could see why he had fixed views on that (other than that, hes okay, though). We were simply arguing over I-can't-remember-what, I think it was the flaws in Aaron's epiphany on the true meaning of life, when we happened, just happened, to discover that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aaron didn't believe in the Darwin Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (to the uneducated, that's the theory of how man came from apes, etc, etc). What a shock. What a horror. Whitney (I feel weird calling her that...) and I were quite baffled, really. I mean, Aaron is intelligent. He thinks well. He is logical, and is smart (enough) and socially aware - he's also quite disgusting (he snots at people), but that's not the issue here. Anyway, the point is, someone like him doesn't believe in the Darwin Theory (insert jaw drop). Hes more for creation than evolution. Oh well. And after a solid half an hour of pointless arguing, I still haven't gotten him to believe in yet. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking a nap. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5053782744619721150?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5053782744619721150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5053782744619721150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5053782744619721150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5053782744619721150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-little-kitties-and-honestly-nerve.html' title='Four Little Kitties and Creation vs Evolution'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6252567027413360904</id><published>2008-09-30T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:41:01.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>Why did the chicky cross over? Let's hear what the bigshots have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARACK OBAMA:  The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MCCAIN:  My friends, that chicken crossed the road because it recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY CLINTON:  When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure — right from Day One! — that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn’t about me…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE W. BUSH:  We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL GORE:  Chickens shall not shit while crossing the road. This is for a green environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE KUAN YEW:  We have installed crossing lights at all traffic junctions. All chickens should follow instructions while crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMY VELLU:  Gantry points have been set up. All chickens wanting to cross the road are advised to top up their cash cards first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAJIB RAZAK:  What chickens? I don’t know any chickens… especially those from Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABDULLAH BADAWI:  We have to be fair to all chickens. Some want to cross over the road, some do not. …….. Zzzzzz …….zzzzzz ……. Now what were we talking about? Ah yes, chickens. We will form a Royal Commission to decide whether it is right for them to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHATHIR:  Now even non-bumi chickens want to cross the road! How can they disrespect and disregard apa nama bumi chickens? We must be allowed to cross over first. It is our special privilege and no one can challenge that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWAR:  We have enough chickens waiting to cross over in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAHRIR:  All foreign chickens are welcome in Malaysia but they must not cross over the road within 50km of the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is freaking funny! The best one(s) are Anwar and Mahathir! "We have enough chickens to cross over in September." What a laugh!!! (wipes tears of laughter from eyes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6252567027413360904?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6252567027413360904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6252567027413360904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6252567027413360904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6252567027413360904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-944902300918072342</id><published>2008-09-26T15:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:46:54.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Results....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNyP_51dQLI/AAAAAAAAASg/UHf5v5BVh2Q/s1600-h/animepicture69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNyP_51dQLI/AAAAAAAAASg/UHf5v5BVh2Q/s320/animepicture69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250229593626722482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 1#: who r u and who do you look like anime style (girls only)&lt;br /&gt;www.quizilla.com&lt;br /&gt;Passiante outgoing&lt;br /&gt;you are very passinate about evrything u do. it could be musical/ art/ athletics, anything but that is your life. you will go for the goal and try your best all the time. u can sometimes be a over acheiver and some people think u work to hard. many admirer your strength mental and physical you r tough. u have a hard outer shell that can not be broken. your lucky # is 2.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmph. I doubt. The pic looks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; like me, and there're far too many spelling errors for me to tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNySCy08T9I/AAAAAAAAASo/oDog7Lxew1A/s1600-h/1143937843_pic-brunette4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNySCy08T9I/AAAAAAAAASo/oDog7Lxew1A/s320/1143937843_pic-brunette4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250231842308378578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 2#: What do you look like Anime! (anime pics!)&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -sweat- Well, I guess that's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; closer... but I would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have such an innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNySo69ljfI/AAAAAAAAASw/QhlrMlrSR2U/s1600-h/1154971731_Holdingback-quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNySo69ljfI/AAAAAAAAASw/QhlrMlrSR2U/s320/1154971731_Holdingback-quiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250232497327148530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 3#: What do you look like anime&lt;br /&gt;you! (i like this pic)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Absolutely shocking results. Its a really nice picture - I like it, but it's (soooooo) not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 4#: Error. Results too shocking, so this has been censored/deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNyUeih_PnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WdWehGTc5qs/s1600-h/AnimeGirlGreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNyUeih_PnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WdWehGTc5qs/s320/AnimeGirlGreen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250234517993504370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 5#: What do you look like as anime (girls only!) (Anime Pictures)&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Green Hair&lt;br /&gt;Greenish Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Colour that rocks on you: White&lt;br /&gt;Colour that sucks on you: Red.&lt;br /&gt;Elemental Power: Earth&lt;br /&gt;Weapon: Stick people to trees and throw stuff at them. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Personality: You are very happy! And you can be a bit evil at times. 0_o. Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -double sweat- Seriously!!!!!! I don't like the picture at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;!! I thought I clicked 'other' for hair colour, not green! The details are all wrong, too - I like red, dislike white. But the other two are okay, especially the evil sometimes part. =D *puke* Excuse me for a moment- *double puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzDPTviXKI/AAAAAAAAATA/UiAR1XJMwYU/s1600-h/Wizardindiguise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzDPTviXKI/AAAAAAAAATA/UiAR1XJMwYU/s320/Wizardindiguise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250285933372267682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 5#: What's do you look like as an anime boy (Guys only)&lt;br /&gt;Demon in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whoa! This one I like! Isn't it ironic, the only one I'm satisfied with and like is the boys test! But I do like it. =) =D I love the pic!&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzGW-fbaOI/AAAAAAAAATI/TeMuMVNLi1M/s1600-h/0000000000000000000004it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzGW-fbaOI/AAAAAAAAATI/TeMuMVNLi1M/s320/0000000000000000000004it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250289363641395426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 6#: How do you look if you were an anime character (pis and long results wuth special guests! sorry girls only)&lt;br /&gt;You are a Ninja&lt;br /&gt;Element:Dark&lt;br /&gt;Age:20&lt;br /&gt;Weapon:A type of Jutsu&lt;br /&gt;Bf:Kiba&lt;br /&gt;Info:&lt;br /&gt;Yuor strong smart and strange. You have a will of a hundread men. You know what to do in certan situations. Altough you are pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;What people think of you:&lt;br /&gt;Saskue:She is smart but strange.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto:she is crazy I stay away from her.&lt;br /&gt;Kenshin:ahhhh she is to strange.&lt;br /&gt;Sano:strong that's what I like about her.&lt;br /&gt;Yami:no comment&lt;br /&gt;Kirara+Kiroro:mew (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;Sakura:smart like me but I think saskue thinks she is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Songo:no comment yet&lt;br /&gt;Duke:Hot!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Your fun to hang with.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (the real me): Hmm. I like the details, but if I were a Naruto character I would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; want to look like that. Okay, maybe yes, but with the legs covered up. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzXkdeo4qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zEVzjMJtVUE/s1600-h/bluestudent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNzXkdeo4qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zEVzjMJtVUE/s320/bluestudent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250308286995554978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 7#: how you would look as an anime person (girls only)&lt;br /&gt;kewl!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow. That's not me, but closer (I guess).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-944902300918072342?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/944902300918072342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=944902300918072342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/944902300918072342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/944902300918072342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz-results.html' title='Quiz Results....'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNyP_51dQLI/AAAAAAAAASg/UHf5v5BVh2Q/s72-c/animepicture69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7547705232885638180</id><published>2008-09-23T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:01:59.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Navin's Party Part II</title><content type='html'>Part II is here! Sorry to all readers - I am sooooo long-winded I need to divide the party into 4 parts, even though other people did it all in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gah! This is an abridged (shortened) version of parts 2, 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting popcorn and a drink each, all of us filed into the cinema. We were a bit late, because Xin Yen and I missed our drinks and popcorn... (cringe)... anyway. At first I was sitting next to Dileep and Sue, but fortunately Dileep wasn't as tolerant as I was and insisted Aaron (or my advisor) change places with him =). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flashback: (Somewhere in part 1) Jin: Claire! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; will be sitting next to... err...(looks around) Dileep! during the movie!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, that guy. He had just picked a random person, and it almost came true. Err-hem. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The movie, Mamma Mia!, (the movie version) was really awesome! Everyone in the cinema was roaring with laughter and very nearly falling out of their seats every second! It was a really dumb, but very, very, funny movie. A musical, but people kept doing funny things while singing! (i.e.: jumping into the sea, dancing around and falling down, etc) And now the songs are stuck in my head... Mamma mia! Here we go again! My, my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia....oops. Another of my favourite songs from there is Dancing Queen, and also Honey.&lt;br /&gt;But, I was of the opinion that some of the up-close kissing scenes were a bit gross, because the kissers were 1. pretty old. 2. taking up the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; screen. 3. slobbering over each other. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had McDonalds dinner, burger, coke and fries. &lt;br /&gt;After a trip to the over-crowded washroom, we headed to the arcade or whatever it's called. Jin kept trying to give away two big leftover (but untouched yet) cokes, including to a guy on the escalator who was with his girlfriend, who declined. He was really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNkLm_EyqyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3974vsDGRbE/s1600-h/DSC05862_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNkLm_EyqyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3974vsDGRbE/s320/DSC05862_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249239605071489826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys then tried to play pool, and also played foosball, while the girls experimented with the karaoke booth. After several disastrous attempts, everyone began to have fun with the karaoke. Navin and Jin sang Dancing Queen, which I managed to catch on video. Speaking of which, he got down on his knees to sing. It's one of his favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;We sang many songs, including: Bad Day, Complicated, So Sick, etc. Unfortunately, my people came while we were singing Baby One More Time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap it all, it was a great party. Everyone had loads of fun. =) By the way, I gave Navin a glow-in-the-dark skeleton which I forgot to take a picture of. To Jin and Aaron: sorry, this was the best I could do - I blanko-ed your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7547705232885638180?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7547705232885638180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7547705232885638180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7547705232885638180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7547705232885638180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/navins-party-part-ii.html' title='Navin&apos;s Party Part II'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNkLm_EyqyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3974vsDGRbE/s72-c/DSC05862_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-1612170530520373403</id><published>2008-09-21T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:02:28.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Navin's Party : Part I</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's party was simply phenomenal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin's Party : Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This account of the party is from my point of view, not a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;catatan&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laporan&lt;/span&gt; of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I entered Cineleisure through the main entrance at 4:30, very afraid I would be late. None of the 18 people supposed to attend were anywhere in sight, while neither phone numbers stated under RSVP in the invitation picked up. My mum was asking something at the information counter, something about the restaurant Porto Romano. She may have been trying to get her bearings right, because Cineleisure was an Unexplored Land for my family (sort of). As I floundered silently behind her, I heard someone call my name and I whirled about to see Travis and Jeremy descending on an escalator to my right, both bearing cones of McDonald ice creams. &lt;br /&gt;  Of course, I was seriously relieved to see someone I knew. Jeremy was wearing a shirt over a yellow pasar-malam-ish t-shirt, while Travis was carrying a bag which had stuffed mini-football-jerseys keychains which were really cute (reference material: pictures I took of them). They showed me Jeremy’s Naruto figurine that he got for 8 bucks (sadly, I didn’t manage to get one myself...(cry)). Actually, he got Sai, but Travis got Naruto and decided to be nice to him (why is he always so nice to Jeremy? I wouldn’t have given away a Naruto figurine if I’d gotten one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNZJTiQWhZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NxlD-dqt1s8/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNZJTiQWhZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NxlD-dqt1s8/s320/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248463015708624274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Navin, Aaron and Jin arrived with Navin’s mum as chaperone, and Pui Yee, Xin Yen and Sue, and Amelia, who was wearing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt; (but they suited her). Aaron was wearing a shirt. The only guy who did, discounting Jeremy who doesn’t really count as he wasn’t wearing just a shirt. But in my opinion, it suits him well. I mean, just try imagine him in a football jersey =). Xin Yen was quite relieved to see me - or to be more accurate, the way I was dressed. As she said, “See? I’m not the only one wearing tomboyish clothes, Claire is too.” I admit I was quite baffled. I have never ever thought of my clothes as tomboyish - I always thought of them as boyish. Full-stop. Oh, whatever. Different minds think differently. All the other girls were wearing normal girl clothes (which I had considered, but girl clothes look best fitting, while I find loose clothes more comfortable). Hooi Yen and Yvonne arrived too, then Elyza, who looked really glamourous wearing a black jacket with golden studs. We hung around - or hanged around, whichever it may be - for a bit and watched a guy breakdancing for charity. Then David and Daniel turned up - 40 minutes late. Seriously, those guys.&lt;br /&gt;  I spent some time taking pictures - I even managed to catch Travis on camera while he was busy taking pix of other people with his phone, among others, which include: Aaron and Jin being 'pigs', me and Jin 'glaring' at each other, etc. Sorry Aaron/Jin, that was the best I could do... in my opinion, though, the pic looks better un-edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNkMhveUdHI/AAAAAAAAARA/jXXmoe4n3Bo/s1600-h/DSC05865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNkMhveUdHI/AAAAAAAAARA/jXXmoe4n3Bo/s320/DSC05865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240614495876210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two! Wait for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-1612170530520373403?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1612170530520373403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=1612170530520373403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1612170530520373403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/1612170530520373403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/navins-party-part-i.html' title='Navin&apos;s Party : Part I'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNZJTiQWhZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NxlD-dqt1s8/s72-c/DSC05866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6590397408646330637</id><published>2008-09-18T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:01:31.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><title type='text'>Naruto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH6A8u04oI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6K3yNSy0AEQ/s1600-h/81737_naruto_mainscrn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH6A8u04oI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6K3yNSy0AEQ/s320/81737_naruto_mainscrn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247249935072813698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... guess what? Now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a Naruto fan! Me, of all people!&lt;br /&gt;It actually began when I had free access to the computer (UPSR over =D) and decided to look up episode 1 of Naruto on Youtube out of curiousity (knowing how popular it is and all). Then, I got hooked to it! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm only up to Episode 27. But that's not bad, considering I began watching merely three or four days ago. Not bad at all (I can hear your jaw dropping. That equals to eight or nine episodes a day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH6N8sFwgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/D8-RUXJSLGY/s1600-h/naruto-divider1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH6N8sFwgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/D8-RUXJSLGY/s320/naruto-divider1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247250158399635970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character: Kakashi, without a doubt! He is so cool! And he's way more experienced than Naruto's teammates, I really love watching his fights! Especially he has the Sharingan, although he isn't a Uchiha...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bother putting a picture of him since this blog's full of him already.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gah, I'll put one up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Sasuke. Sasuke was my favourite character until my fatty friend (sorry, Naeem!) told me he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;merosot&lt;/span&gt; at the end. Rotted. He's cool, but is a bit of a control freak. And he always focuses on the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other characters: Naruto, obviously. I don't like him. He's dumb. Childish. Then there's Sakura, Naruto and Sasuke's teammate, who's decent but a bit weird because she's a Sasuke fan. And of course, there's the long-suffering Iruka-sensei... right now, he isn't playing that big a part, but I'm guessing he's important. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH64tUnRwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yPpbfPuFSo0/s1600-h/naruto_19_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH64tUnRwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yPpbfPuFSo0/s320/naruto_19_800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247250893009012482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, where I'm watching (sadly, YouTube takes a while to load, which is why I'm occupying myself with this), there're so many Genin ninjas taking the Chunin exam, and they're so ingenious and cool and awesome and fascinating! Especially where they have to find different ways of cheating... they're styles are really weird and fascinating and... oh, you get the idea. So far, I don't like Hinata. She's got that high-pitched voice that is really irritating, and besides, she's limp. Rag-like. Her two teammates, Kiba (and Akamaru) and the other guy, whatever his name is, are pretty cool. Ino is funny. Rock Lee is plain weird - and Guy-sensei (what a weird name) looks like an imitation of Bruce Lee. Gaara is cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough raving for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6590397408646330637?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6590397408646330637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6590397408646330637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6590397408646330637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6590397408646330637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/naruto.html' title='Naruto'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SNH6A8u04oI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6K3yNSy0AEQ/s72-c/81737_naruto_mainscrn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-3083293300145957509</id><published>2008-09-16T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:23:50.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Homemade Tee</title><content type='html'>For the benefit of readers, please refer to my post 'A Homemade Ted' in November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Thank you. Now, here's the sequel!!!! Yay!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have made a really nice shirt for Christopher "Dot" *censored surname* (he shares my surname, and I'm too paranoid to say it although my surname is such a common one). Really really nice! Dot and the shirt must be the nicest things I have ever sewn! And I didn't even have a template to work off - I made it up as I went along (I nearly always do things like that).&lt;br /&gt;My mum says Dot looks like a Malaysian politician (batik shirt). =) Hee. I guess he does.&lt;br /&gt;It took so much out of me to make it. The stitches have to be really small, else it'll all fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Now, aren't I creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Igrqa7aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ghWMZ3jexFI/s1600-h/DSC05839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Igrqa7aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ghWMZ3jexFI/s320/DSC05839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246562185967758754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-IghbRYEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IQ8lWgc5doc/s1600-h/DSC05840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-IghbRYEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IQ8lWgc5doc/s320/DSC05840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246562183219863618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Ig8JWA_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/MCUhcio2chI/s1600-h/DSC05837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Ig8JWA_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/MCUhcio2chI/s320/DSC05837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246562190392427506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Ig7xR8XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1YmWnj_t9EU/s1600-h/DSC05838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Ig7xR8XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1YmWnj_t9EU/s320/DSC05838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246562190291497330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The answer is yes. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; actually an art kind of person. Guess creativity comes with it. Not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I'm such a lazy person I skipped out on as much sewing as possible (which isn't that much). The shirt was made out of scraps I got from a jeans shop ages ago. The man there gave them all to me. I'm guessing the collar is actually the lower hem of a pair of pants that got chopped off by request. I just sewed the already-hemmed collar onto the shirt. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-3083293300145957509?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3083293300145957509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=3083293300145957509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3083293300145957509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/3083293300145957509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/homemade-tee.html' title='A Homemade Tee'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-Igrqa7aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ghWMZ3jexFI/s72-c/DSC05839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-9071354910494458594</id><published>2008-09-16T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:11:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Aren't I Brilliant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-GHSpI23I/AAAAAAAAANw/UYUkMbgfGo8/s1600-h/DSC05824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-GHSpI23I/AAAAAAAAANw/UYUkMbgfGo8/s320/DSC05824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246559550731508594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Aren't I brilliant? My itchy fingers kept making me want to peel the previously 45+ posters from my room wall so I would have a bigger lump of blu-tag (or sticky tag. i call it blu-tag). But, I came up with an ingenious way to stop it! Look at the snowman I made! Isn't it cute? Now I won't feel like peeling anymore. =) Speaking of which, my older sister (look under connections: Postcards are like epiphanies...) found it so super cute (teh heh) and took a picture of it on the spot... so it was featured on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; blog ages ago... oh well. Not like is matters - what matters is: Aren't it brilliant? TeeHee!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;(no wonder my english teacher says I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding! Not brilliant... just bored. =(&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-9071354910494458594?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9071354910494458594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=9071354910494458594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/9071354910494458594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/9071354910494458594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-arent-i-brilliant.html' title='Now Aren&apos;t I Brilliant?'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SM-GHSpI23I/AAAAAAAAANw/UYUkMbgfGo8/s72-c/DSC05824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2190972710873748775</id><published>2008-07-13T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Mythology</title><content type='html'>Myths are pretty awful, aren't they? I'm referring to Greek and Norse myths. (Roman is the same as Greek). In these myths, the gods always get punished in the most disgusting, brutal ways. Atlas had to hold up the sky forever. A titan I can't remember the name of, oh yeah, Promotheus, had his liver torn out by a vulture and grown back every evening for giving fire to humans. Loki had snake venom poured all over his face every time his wife's (I think) bowl became too full. Hera was tied up by her hair for trying to put an end to Zeus' womanising. Can you blame her? And the list goes on, and on, and on. Hera turned a girl who was seduced by Zeus into a bear. She also cursed a nymph called Echo to repeat other's words for eternity, which is where we got our English word 'echo' from. Yes, I'm obsessed with Greek mythology (although I don't like it, it's a very brutal world there). I don't know much Norse though, only Loki, Thor, Thor's hammer, Fredya or whatever her name is (I forget), and Woden. Roman is pretty much the same as Greek. Zeus = Jupiter. Hera = Juno. Artemis = Diana. Aphrodite = Venus. Hades = Pluto. And the endless list goes on.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SHoKXWDKbPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ApW9b7RtkE/s1600-h/mercury1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SHoKXWDKbPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ApW9b7RtkE/s320/mercury1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222498114061626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;left: Hermes/Mercury doing his job as a messenger to the underworld. Unfortunately, couldn't find any pix depicting Hera and one of her infamous curses at Zeus' gazillion lovers (most of whom were seduced by him, not the other way round). Hey, I never knew Persephone was 'Prosperina' in Roman - of course I knew Hades was Pluto, he's one of the big shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2190972710873748775?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2190972710873748775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2190972710873748775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2190972710873748775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2190972710873748775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/cruel-mythology.html' title='Cruel Mythology'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SHoKXWDKbPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ApW9b7RtkE/s72-c/mercury1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6573160237137591134</id><published>2008-07-04T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Spaceship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vufXZHXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HdN8Uc2IScA/s1600-h/DSC05400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vufXZHXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HdN8Uc2IScA/s320/DSC05400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219442968885796210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vubWzKgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0weMD5105Lo/s1600-h/DSC05402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vubWzKgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0weMD5105Lo/s320/DSC05402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219442967809567234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vunQ7duI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uuEK4uJht1c/s1600-h/DSC05408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vunQ7duI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uuEK4uJht1c/s320/DSC05408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219442971006170850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! These pix are all of my super spaceship model I'm currently working on. It was an invention by a friend and I - a spy craft, if you may. Actually, it was supposed to be a submarine, but it would be so much better as a hydrosonic aircraft... anyway, considering I'm only a kid (yes, I'm only a kid, but evil people have no way to reach me... muahahaha, yes, I'm being paranoid) I think the cockpit looks nice. I got it from the plastic cover of an egg-shaped toy and cut up a file for the shelves inside. It was a real headache doing the walls, though. Measurements and all. Oh well. You can't have everything in life. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6573160237137591134?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6573160237137591134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6573160237137591134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6573160237137591134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6573160237137591134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-super-spaceship.html' title='My Super Spaceship!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG8vufXZHXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HdN8Uc2IScA/s72-c/DSC05400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-653318675588657213</id><published>2008-07-04T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:13.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super YouTuber 1#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG4ZtGQ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZfbphXO0DOg/s1600-h/Ryan12%2B(takecare)-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG4ZtGQ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZfbphXO0DOg/s200/Ryan12%2B(takecare)-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137280735491970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG4Z2zCztDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EVDa1QOWb5s/s1600-h/Ryan-Higa-in-Helga-Fawntanilla-interview-nigahiga-1452751-469-356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG4Z2zCztDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EVDa1QOWb5s/s320/Ryan-Higa-in-Helga-Fawntanilla-interview-nigahiga-1452751-469-356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137447374599218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite YouTuber of all time! He's funny and he rocks! Thumbs up to Ryan Higa! (better known as Nigahiga)&lt;br /&gt;He has thousand of subscribers and has many ranks such as 2# Most Subscribed (All Time) and about six others.&lt;br /&gt;The 18-year-old  Japanese guy from Hilo, Hawaii, likes making people laugh and posts videos on YouTube, usually with his friend Sean Fujiyoshi but some videos include his other friends too. His most popular videos include How to be Gangster and iPod Human. Well, those are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; favourite ones at least. He also rants on YouTube... sometimes about the most silly things. =) So! Here's a video to turn you into a fanatic follower too! A few videos in fact. By the way, a friend and I have managed to master the 'cool, quick handshake with your homies'. =P&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/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;hl=en&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/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Phbe8mEDMe4&amp;hl=en&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/Phbe8mEDMe4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zR9Xpms5y3E&amp;hl=en&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/zR9Xpms5y3E&amp;hl=en&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/3133646357954326826-653318675588657213?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/653318675588657213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=653318675588657213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/653318675588657213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/653318675588657213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-youtuber-1.html' title='Super YouTuber 1#'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SG4ZtGQ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZfbphXO0DOg/s72-c/Ryan12%2B(takecare)-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-6119021536767098118</id><published>2008-05-17T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Hisaishi rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SC--sBsPAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W8bAoVbOj6Q/s1600-h/hisaishi-wdo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SC--sBsPAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W8bAoVbOj6Q/s320/hisaishi-wdo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201585758213702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SC--shsPAYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-LpI7bx284k/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SC--shsPAYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-LpI7bx284k/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201585766803636610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it feels as though the Japanese are slowly trying to take over as Top. Of course, everyone loves sushi (except me) and other Japo foods. Then, the whole world knows about the Japan’s experiments with technology. More recently, it’s been making the headlines about Japan replacing Paris as food hot spot. And then! &lt;dun dun dun&gt; what really rocks is… Joe Hisaishi’s music! &lt;br /&gt;Joe Hisaishi can really compose beautiful songs. Masterpieces, all of them. My favourites are Summer and the Princess Mononoke Theme. The latter is so beautiful! (I mean the instrumental) The sound of the erhu is so peaceful and harmonious, wouldn’t it be sooooo cool if I could play it! Even better than the violin, which also makes a lovely sound. Anyway, enough of that. Till the next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-6119021536767098118?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6119021536767098118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=6119021536767098118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6119021536767098118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/6119021536767098118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/joe-hisaishi-rocks.html' title='Joe Hisaishi rocks!!!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SC--sBsPAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W8bAoVbOj6Q/s72-c/hisaishi-wdo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7551387283592943117</id><published>2008-05-03T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:14.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoujo - the Very Best!</title><content type='html'>Shoujo manga rocks! These are my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top!! 1#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SBxXkXYuFKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Iqh4qVmBaAY/s1600-h/furuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SBxXkXYuFKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Iqh4qVmBaAY/s320/furuba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196124352343315618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket revolves around a young girl, Honda Tohru. Eventually, she becomes acquainted with the Sohma family - thirteen of them, cursed to bear a zodiac animal spirit till death. They cannot lead happy lives, constantly in fear of being found out. If any person of the oppostie sex hugs them, they transform into their animal. (Thirteen is the cat spirit, who according to myth was left out) Tohru becomes the only person outside the Sohma family to know of the curse, but the more she learns about them, the more she wants to break the curse and the more entangled she becomes in their business.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved this! It's really funny and I really love Kyou, Shigure, Hatsuharu, and top, Ayame! I loved Katsuya too! But unfortunately I seriously despise Tohru. She is like a modern version of Polyana, sweet and naive and everything. Ughh! But luckily everyone else made up for that. And it's also really unique... a zodiac curse! And the cool thing is, the cat myth is actually true. I'm Chinese, so I already knew it before reading Fruits Basket. True, the name is pretty stupid, and the ending is boring, but it rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7551387283592943117?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7551387283592943117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7551387283592943117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7551387283592943117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7551387283592943117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoujo-very-best.html' title='Shoujo - the Very Best!'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/SBxXkXYuFKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Iqh4qVmBaAY/s72-c/furuba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4048123226231581468</id><published>2008-03-17T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:14.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Secret - the most moving movie I have ever seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R94wR3N1BHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ppvolWQqDrE/s1600-h/383400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R94wR3N1BHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ppvolWQqDrE/s320/383400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178629704960509042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret is the most moving movie I have ever seen. Truthfully. I am afraid I am unable to joke the way I usually do because I am still in a state of trauma. I can’t believe what I just watched. And I simply cannot say it is a good movie (even though it is), because it sounds too light-hearted a term for this absolutely heart-wrenching movie. &lt;br /&gt;It's about a guy called Xiang Lun, who searches for his girlfriend after she disappears after a misunderstanding, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou and Kwan Lun-Mei play their characters to perfection. First, comes the very first trauma – when Xiang Lun kisses Qing Yi, while mistaking her for Xiao Yu. She runs, far, far, away. That was when I started crying. Just as I was recovering, Xiang Lun’s father drops a bombshell by telling the story about how Xiao Yu was his student, and everyone she knew thought she went cuckoo and rejected her. Then, (still in the story) Xiao Yu writes on her table, sending a message to Xiang Lun, in the future, and dies of asthma out of trauma. After that, Xiang Lun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cabut&lt;/span&gt;s, a local word which means ran away at top speed, to get to the piano in the piano room to go to the past.  The room is currently being demolished, so he has to play as fast as possible. Blood drips from his hands. Finally, Xiang Lun’s father reads the message his student left for the mystery future guy – Some day, somehow, we will be reunited. Then he sees the name at the top, the person it is addressed to. Ye Xiang Lun. The impact crashes down on him as he realizes where his son is going. He is running to the currently-being-demolished piano room, tears escaping his eyes as he does. Who knows what happened to him in the end? Having lost his one and only son. And worst of all: (brace yourself) Xiang Lun goes to the past – too far in the past. Xiao Yu hasn’t found the secret yet, and he can stop her. Good. But she doesn’t recognize him. I think the story is supposed to end with them being reunited, but how is that possible? Xiang Lun has no identity, not having existed yet. They cannot have a relationship – if he tells her the Secret, she will think he is bonkers, and he can’t prove it to her because the future piano room has been demolished. If he doesn’t, how will he explain why no one else can see him, except her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a sad story. Xiang Lun is also partly thought of as mad, because all the time he is with Xiao Yu, dancing or whatever, people can only see him. Dancing to himself. Talking to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! At least it should have a decent ending *pout* (yes, I am recovering). But the two stars, as well as Anthony Wong, have put together a most touching piece. Thumbs-up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I seriously been so gloomy for so long? There are many lovely things about this movie, which is why I love it despite the gloomy ending. First Jay and Kwan play the couple wonderfully – without the typical awkwardness of Asian couples, nor the embarassingness of typical Western couples, nor the seriously predictable I-don’t-know-what-ness of shoujo manga couples. Read some shoujo manga and you’ll know what I mean (oh, I just figured out – the over-emo-ness). Jay and Xiao Yu are just so cute. And besides, Jay’s script is full of really cute things to stop Xiao Yu from getting jealous. And I don’t mean he’s romantic. No way. Sweet things which are silly, but very imaginative. =) My trauma is almost gone. Oh, and, the piano playing rocks! The whole piano playing cast are so talented! Especially Jay. You should see his fingers flying. No computer effects, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sorry! I'm raving!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4048123226231581468?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4048123226231581468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4048123226231581468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4048123226231581468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4048123226231581468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-most-moving-movie-i-have-ever.html' title='Secret - the most moving movie I have ever seen'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R94wR3N1BHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ppvolWQqDrE/s72-c/383400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4510996605699081798</id><published>2008-03-09T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:14.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R9LDm3N1BGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/14AzCF7IWFg/s1600-h/displayimage.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R9LDm3N1BGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/14AzCF7IWFg/s320/displayimage.php.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175413994226517090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fans of the above-mentioned movie? I love it already even though I have not had the chance yet to watch it myself - I have had to content myself with clips from YouTube, which annoyingly only show three scenes - Pure Imagination, the Inflation Scene, and the Veruca Salt one. &lt;br /&gt;Gene Wilder's portrayal of Willy Wonka is so much better than Johnny Depp's, even though I am loath to admit it - I am quite a fan of Johnny Depp. The computer effects in Tim Burton's are way cooler, but it's easier to focus in a smaller space, even though the factory &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be really vast. The musical-ness of it is Mary Poppins-like but it's a nice touch. And besides, the Oompa Loompa songs are so much more fun to sing. But it's all a bit creepy - oh well.&lt;br /&gt; And, I think a story of reunion between a father and son with different interests doesn't really fit into Roald Dahl's wacky story. Ooh, I must say I loved the hooks, the golden ones which grab your coats as you place them. But one thing about W.W.A.T.C.F. that I don't like is Charlie. He's so awful - Freddie Highmore plays him to perfection, and is of now starring in the Spiderwick Chronicles, which reminds me, I have to go and watch it soon. And there's Violet Beaudegarde - Tim Burton's is way funkier. But Veruca Salt is better in this version, while Augustus is too similar to comment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this clip! It rocks - seriously funny. Completely unrelated to the movie, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kj9xuIHDKiE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kj9xuIHDKiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/3133646357954326826-4510996605699081798?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4510996605699081798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4510996605699081798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4510996605699081798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4510996605699081798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/willy-wonka-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R9LDm3N1BGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/14AzCF7IWFg/s72-c/displayimage.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5608168381038986363</id><published>2008-02-23T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:15.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movies : The Very Best (in my opinion)</title><content type='html'>Lately, and not-so-lately, I have watched some which deserve to be put on my 'top' list, along with Pirates of the Caribbean I, II, and III. Firstly, we start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IPZp3yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vm0n1oi7-tU/s1600-h/primemegs1920npaf86efrq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IPZp3yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vm0n1oi7-tU/s320/primemegs1920npaf86efrq8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172025872817446690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers is the best! There's lots of humor, and minor characters to provide a comedic touch to it. Great storyline, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; name changing - Spike and Carly would fall to pieces beside Sam and Mikuela, in my opinion. And, plus, there're enough robotics to satisfy all the little boys. Shea LaBeouf plays Sam &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Witwicky&lt;/span&gt; to perfection, and the same goes to Megan Fox as Mikuela. And there're minor characters who provide lots of comedy. =)One of the best movies I've watched in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IfZp3zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U2cYfpiw6KE/s1600-h/stardust400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IfZp3zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U2cYfpiw6KE/s320/stardust400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172025877112414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust is the best too! There's adventure, and lots and lots of comedy, and it's a whole bundle of fun. I think Claire Danes looks good as Yvaine. And thumbs-up to Michelle Pfeiffer and Robert de Niro, too! They rock!!! And it's so funny... especially the seven ghosts of the dead brothers. And another plus is the romantic scenes aren't such an embarassing bore. &lt;br /&gt;The book's okay, but I'd take the movie anytime. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IfZp30I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5moNilsJv8o/s1600-h/RatatouillePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IfZp30I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5moNilsJv8o/s320/RatatouillePoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172025877112414018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the romance scenes in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; movie are an embarassing bore. Plus, Linguini is damn whiny and irritating. But put that aside, and you get one of the best, most entertaining movies you'd ever watched. In my opinion, that is. Remy is a true star, and I absolutely love the figment of his imagination, Gusteau's fatty ghost. And Colette Tatou is quite cool, except that she has weakness for Linguini... but whatever. By the way, did you know Linguini is a type of food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5608168381038986363?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5608168381038986363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5608168381038986363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5608168381038986363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5608168381038986363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/movies-very-best-in-my-opinion.html' title='Movies : The Very Best (in my opinion)'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/R8a6IPZp3yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Vm0n1oi7-tU/s72-c/primemegs1920npaf86efrq8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-7615803155213394849</id><published>2007-11-06T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:19.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>A Homemade Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_JFY7eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YCapMZ2XE0o/s1600-h/DSC04358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_JFY7eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YCapMZ2XE0o/s200/DSC04358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129695618345266658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_JFY7fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j0r7maDvrxM/s1600-h/DSC04365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_JFY7fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j0r7maDvrxM/s200/DSC04365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129695618345266674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_ZFY7gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1H0oOAL5ZwI/s1600-h/DSC04366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_ZFY7gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1H0oOAL5ZwI/s200/DSC04366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129695622640233986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, I hand-sewed a teddy bear based on a pattern I found online (Galloping Bears Free Pattern). The result was this and I think he’s really cute. You know for some reason I hate calling animals it  and that’s why I have a problem with my class teacher. I decided to call him Christopher “Dot” *censored*. surname censored, since he shares my surname, which as I said I don't want to throw around the net.&lt;br /&gt;You see? I accidentally gave Dot Bigfeet. Hee hee. Ah well, I’m no pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-7615803155213394849?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7615803155213394849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=7615803155213394849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7615803155213394849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/7615803155213394849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/homemade-ted.html' title='A Homemade Ted'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBW_JFY7eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YCapMZ2XE0o/s72-c/DSC04358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-4547040203810062493</id><published>2007-11-06T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:20.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDe5FY7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/BcdKTvT74lU/s1600-h/DSC04407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDe5FY7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/BcdKTvT74lU/s200/DSC04407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674173573557570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDe5FY7VI/AAAAAAAAADw/PAveN5_a0eQ/s1600-h/DSC04393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDe5FY7VI/AAAAAAAAADw/PAveN5_a0eQ/s200/DSC04393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674173573557586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDfJFY7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pS5W3rI5_Zk/s1600-h/DSC04413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDfJFY7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pS5W3rI5_Zk/s200/DSC04413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674177868524898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins gave me a wallet in a shaver box (!!!) and five Haagen Daz vouchers. My parents actually paid for three books which I wanted from the Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce but they also got me this seriously cute pop-up card. Peter Pan. I should have grown out of that kind of thing, but it's seriously cute! My mum said the silly shop lady told her to buy Cinderella or the Disney Princesses for me. Urgghh! I mean, that's for little girls!! And besides, the purr-fect way the princesses talk gets on my nerves sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has these trilogy I like, the Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix, but it’s one thing to read it and another to own it, so she gave them to me =)&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're thinking I'm this crazy bookworm who stares at books the whole day long with a pair of specs perched on my nose? nu-uh. I don't wear specs (yet) though I think I'll have to by next year. *sigh* Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDw5FY7YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KtO-wgcxZsk/s1600-h/DSC04405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDw5FY7YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KtO-wgcxZsk/s200/DSC04405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674482811202946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDw5FY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jzja42XIu3A/s1600-h/DSC04406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDw5FY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jzja42XIu3A/s200/DSC04406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674482811202962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDxJFY7aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sPuqgY-mKP0/s1600-h/DSC04408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDxJFY7aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sPuqgY-mKP0/s200/DSC04408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674487106170274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-4547040203810062493?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4547040203810062493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=4547040203810062493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4547040203810062493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/4547040203810062493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RzBDe5FY7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/BcdKTvT74lU/s72-c/DSC04407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-2735370235772359613</id><published>2007-10-17T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:06:58.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Holiday Movies</title><content type='html'>Not so many days ago I just watched the movie above. It's not exactly for my age group, especially not in this country (I don't really live in Sydney, you know) but oh well. It was seriously funny, about Mr and Mrs Smith both being professional assassins with orders to kill each other! Starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. They are both seriously good actors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this rhyme somewhere in a rhyme book that seems to say exactly how Mr and Mrs Smith met without too many words. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr     Miss&lt;br /&gt;Meet  Kiss&lt;br /&gt;More  Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Mr      Mrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays, so I also (re)watched Pirates of the Carribean II. All I can say is Johnny Depp is a super actor. =D I'm enjoying my holidays so far and I hope I will continue to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-2735370235772359613?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2735370235772359613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=2735370235772359613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2735370235772359613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/2735370235772359613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-movies.html' title='Holiday Movies'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133646357954326826.post-5148707853529235419</id><published>2007-06-08T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:52:21.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus : The Meaning and Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RmllaGY2v_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/edfyc7hMRJ8/s1600-h/hogwart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RmllaGY2v_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/edfyc7hMRJ8/s320/hogwart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697954275442674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco dormiens nunquam titilandus, if I am not mistaken, means don't wake a sleeping dragon in Latin. I think. As for the source, if you looked closely at the logo of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is where Harry James Potter has his education, I think you should see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133646357954326826-5148707853529235419?l=whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5148707853529235419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133646357954326826&amp;postID=5148707853529235419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5148707853529235419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133646357954326826/posts/default/5148707853529235419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenninjasruledtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/draco-dormiens-nunquam-titilandus.html' title='Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus : The Meaning and Source'/><author><name>Kay Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07252381319012786375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/TFlSoN6v6-I/AAAAAAAABCA/MXekHcH9_aU/S220/normal_nana_haruta_chocolate_cosmos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__hHa93zcOIo/RmllaGY2v_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/edfyc7hMRJ8/s72-c/hogwart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
