<?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-6670655815686693331</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:13:54.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>otakubassist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-3610872511246382662</id><published>2010-03-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:46:21.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Things She Wishes He Knew - Something especially for the guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxarticleabstract" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Of course you don't understand women. Sometimes they can't even explain themselves. But often their secrets are universal, like these 21 things she wishes you knew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxarticleabstract" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;By Laura Milne, "Men's Health"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxauthor" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Please listen to me. Not because what I'm about to say will rock your world, but because listening is a sign of respect that rocks &lt;em style="font-style: italic; "&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Women speak a different dialect than men. For example, "I'm fine" means "I'm so not fine," just as "No dessert for me" means "I'll be polishing off yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Remember, PMS stands for "physical and mental stress." So let me cry freely, behave irrationally, and eat your dessert. My mood swings are hormonal, not personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Manicures and pedicures are a woman's gift to her man. I love looking pretty for you. The time to worry is when I stop going for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Always tell me when I look hot; never tell me when I don't. And don't forget: I need 20 compliments to offset one thoughtless remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I remember the shirt you were wearing when you first said, "I love you." The fact that you don't makes me question whether you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I loved you long before I told you. Playing the long game is in a woman's DNA. We don't throw a Hail Mary in the first quarter. (And you thought we didn't know football.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course you're the best lover I've ever had. All others cease to exist when I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll never tell you my true number. Never, never, never! Besides, see #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; I read your horoscope every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; I secretly delight when the maitre d' slips up and calls us "Mr. and Mrs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, my girlfriend knows what we did last night. We share everything, including that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Make me laugh and I'm happy. Laugh at yourself and I'm all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; A little jealousy is good if (a) no kneecaps are broken and (b) you don't cross-examine me to exhaustion. The right balance shows you care, and it's even flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't withhold sex to punish you. Sometimes I just need to be left alone but, at the same time, not left alone. And no, I can't explain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; You are irresistible: freshly showered, doing something sporty or strenuous, smiling, charming the old lady from the third floor, suited, reading the business section, DIY-ing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; "Do you want flowers?" kills the romantic gesture. Don't ask, just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll probably be late — because I'm preening for you. At least that's how I reason. My reasoning skills are phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; If you cheat, I may not break up with you. But you'll wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; I once kissed a girl and liked the taste of her cherry ChapStick. No, I didn't. That's your fantasy. Sincerely sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel lucky to have you, and I hope you feel the same. You can't have it all unless you have someone to share it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-3610872511246382662?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3610872511246382662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-things-she-wishes-he-knew-something.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3610872511246382662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3610872511246382662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-things-she-wishes-he-knew-something.html' title='21 Things She Wishes He Knew - Something especially for the guys!'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-247866152456085969</id><published>2010-03-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:00:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;11:31pm, 8/1/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its winter in and out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But my heart is colder than anything else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiter than snow, colder than ice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken in a million pieces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting for the best medicine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more colours fill my world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not even black or white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everywhere I look, is just darkness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I blind. I don’t think so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I bet it’s better than losing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like bella cause we’re in the same shoes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but there’s one one thing that differentiates us both&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she has her Edward, even if he’s a vampire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t envy their love for each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The real question that’s in my mind is that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened to my Edward?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Over time, I developed a fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fear of having to sleep alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s not new to me, I’ve been having it a long time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But this time, it’s just cause of a different reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A reason that explains a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which makes having nothing is better than not having you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;otakubassist &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-247866152456085969?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/247866152456085969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/247866152456085969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/247866152456085969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter-in-my-heart.html' title='Winter in my Heart'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-7847517772856388779</id><published>2010-03-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:59:18.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry - 19/1/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Another day greets you. You reply with uninterested boredom. Things that didn't mattered much stayed unchanged. You're still alone, stuck with the people you hate most in the world. But outside of that, you've bumped into a close friend. You tell him what you're going through. He tells you the same things everybody tells you. That he's been through it, you'll get through this, you'll move on eventually, you'll be all right. Etcetera, etcetera. The same lies. The same unpromising promises. The same so-called 'words of comfort'. You got tired of all this a long time ago. You shut it all out eons ago, believing none. Regardless, there's an exception to everyone. You say that all of those are hardly trustable. Yet, you will accept them if people tell you that he's gonna come back to you soon or 'be strong, patience will be rewarded'. Right now, you want to hear things that you want to hear. It's childish and immature and naive and selfish, but it's better than the thought of giving him up. Your friend tells you that if you move on, think of it as respecting him. It's not that you don't respect him or you don't want to respect him but why not go for a compromise? Unfortunately, your idea of compromise is that he comes back to you and love you forever. That sounds more like an order. Why must God make it so hard for you? Or should it be Allah? You can give anything away just to be with him but why isn't it happening? You even though of not getting back together with him, like setting a bird free from its cage. If that's the case, you would rather end your life. You prayed that He will give you an incurable disease which will eat you up at an alarming speed. You prayed that you'll get killed in a car accident. You prayed to Him, asking Him to give your life to one of the victims in Haiti. At least you're bringing someone back to life. Probably someone who wants to live or someone who would do great things if they were alive. Anything. Absolutely anything. But you only hope in vain. You'll have to go through this hell all the way, not knowing whether you survive or win and get the prize you'd trade anything for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When you tell people that you're broken, you didn't mean it metaphorically. You take the literal meaning of that word seriously. You're torn, sitting on a fence between everything. You wanna give up but you wanna hold on. You wanna kill yourself but you want to live because of hope. You separated between everything. Not only that, you feel like you've never regretted so many things in your life before. It all started when you guys broke up. Even the choice of breaking up was a regret.Your first true regret. Since then, all your decisions and choices go haywire. You regret not messaging him. You regret not leaving the house when your mom was kicking you out. You regret not shouting at your parents with reasons and emotions. You regret crying when you're on the phone with him. So many regrets within such a short time. You're not only broken, but on your way to self-destruction.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You're going to university, something most people would die for. Now, you can't do anything. You don't wanna walk away because it's education. He won't take you in too because he wants you to have an education first. Also, cause you're only 19. Even if he welcomes you, maybe his parents won't. He won't take you in when he's heard that your parents threw you out of the house. You can't argue with him. He's caring and thoughtful and with a conscience. You wonder why the hell your parents  reject him. Besides the fact that you're in love with him unconditionally and irrevocably, he's a good person, a devout follower, a filial son, a loving brother, a trustworthy friend and the best boyfriend anyone can have, let alone if he's your husband. How long can you keep up with this, you wonder. As long as you can take, of course. But your memory doesn't allow that. You're only human. You're living with fear. You're afraid that one day, you won't remember how beautiful he looks like or how nice he smells like or how warm and comfortable his hugs were. Things he gave you, they serve a purpose. To remind you of the good times with him, that you were his and he was yours. With a mother like yours, who needs enemies? She threw away every single thing he gave you. Bracelets, necklaces, letters, movie tickets, clothes. That's not all. She was professional and smart, unfortunately. She went threw all your stuff. Your phone, your messages, your email, your Facebook, your laptop. She deleted all the pictures, videos, poems, well, everything about him. How can you live with all that? It's not your fault that you want her dead so badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-7847517772856388779?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7847517772856388779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1912010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7847517772856388779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7847517772856388779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1912010.html' title='Journal Entry - 19/1/2010'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-6080505800405769732</id><published>2010-03-04T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:57:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry - 18/1/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You wake up in the morning and you think that you're already better than the day before. Now that's a real lie. Your condition never give way to improvement. What you feel is merely an illusion of "wanting to be okay". You met a friend who support what you're doing but when you tell him that you have been crying at night, he takes a detour immediately. You expected him to continue to support you but your hopes were crushed, as if like you're not crushed enough. Your friend tells you that the guy you're desperate for is not someone who's worthy of your tears. What does he expect? You love him more than a mother can love her baby. Anger and disappointment blows to you like you've been splashed with acid, except at this point, you'd rather be burnt by acid. His response caught you off guard. Your tongue is too shocked to say words of defense. In your mind, you're screaming "Don't say that about him! He's worthy of everything!" But later, you find yourself thinking whether your friend is telling you the right thing. The agony you're feeling makes you feel weak and the advice supports the idea of giving up and moving on. Sadly, there's nothing you can do. You're absolutely lost even though everybody's giving you advices. You want to give up but you can feel that there's still hope and faith in you. Your sixth sense keeps telling you that the time when he will come back to you is just around the corner. When the though of moving on crosses the subconscious part of your brain, you break down immediately, unable to control your facade. Yet, you want to be strong and hold on. Hold on just cause the annoying reminder in your heart and mind keeps on telling you to do that with a reason you can't object to, that he's gonna come back. How many times have you been through this? Surprisingly, you're not tired of it. In fact, you want more. It cures you temporarily, your own personal addictive medicine. You're so broken that you'd grab every moment of assurance and contentment you can get. Like a glimpse of the stairway to heaven. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-6080505800405769732?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6080505800405769732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1812010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6080505800405769732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6080505800405769732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1812010.html' title='Journal Entry - 18/1/2010'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5775253065148181849</id><published>2010-03-04T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:56:17.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry - 17/1/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's just how weird love can change things. Things as simple as your favourite song. When you're with him, when he belongs to you and when he loves you. At that time, your favourite song would be 'Everything' by Michael Buble or 'When You're Mad' by Ne-Yo. Maybe cause you feel you can totally relate to the lyrics of the songs. You feel that the song is so beautiful and accurate, about your love life. But what happens when you guys broke up? The whole world flips, of course that only applies if you're unwilling to let him go. You start to listen to songs like 'I Honestly Love You' by Olivia Newton John or 'Take My Hand' by Simple Plan. You wonder what happened, what went wrong. As time passes, your emotions are all jumbled up like someone had them put into a blender. One minute you're feeling sad, then comes angry, maybe a little disappointed somewhere in the middle and probably finally desperate and helpless. You really want him back, badly. You cry every night, it's worse than the day you guys broke up. Then the loyalty is stronger than ever. You either want to be with him or you'd rather kill yourself. Slowly, you become further and further away from sanity. You start to talk to yourself. You start to imagine that he's right beside you. You even talk to him. Does it help? Depends how long you've got it going on. If you're at the beginning, you'll still lucky. You believe yourself when you convince yourself that he's beside you, that his heart is still in your hands. Unfortunately as time progresses, the faith gets weaker. It's normal but painful. You only have him by memory. You're living with a mental projector or a imaginary hologram. Memories fade, so does faith. The absence of his touch and his voice and solid refreshments drives you to the edge of death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6670655815686693331-5775253065148181849?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5775253065148181849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1712010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5775253065148181849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5775253065148181849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2010/03/journal-entry-1712010.html' title='Journal Entry - 17/1/2010'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5264236358166766392</id><published>2009-11-23T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:43:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck With Each Other  - Akon</title><content type='html'>you can - think you can get free, you think you won't need me&lt;br /&gt;that you're gonna get you somethin better,&lt;br /&gt;but you know that we're in this forever,&lt;br /&gt;and you can - think you can walk out, even with your doubts,&lt;br /&gt;but you know that we're in this together,&lt;br /&gt;you can try to push me from you, nothing you do will keep us a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's too late, there's no escape, might as well face it,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other) - ain't nothin you can do about it,&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long, it's been too strong - cause we belong here,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other)&lt;br /&gt;- stuck in love with each other (stuck in love with each other)&lt;br /&gt;now i can say that i would not care, if you were not there,&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that i'll be fine without ya, but i would die if i was not around ya,&lt;br /&gt;and i can try to convince you i don't need to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;but my only thoughts are thoughts about ya,&lt;br /&gt;what can i do, love is like glue. there's no way to .. tear us a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's too late, there's no escape, might as well face it,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other) - ain't nothin i can do about it,&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long, it's been too strong - yes, we belong here,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other)&lt;br /&gt;- stuck in love with each other (stuck in love with each other)&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i'd rather do, than to sit with you forever -&lt;br /&gt;can't think of nothin better than to be stuck with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's too late, there's no escape, might as well face it,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other) - ain't nothin we can do about it&lt;br /&gt;cause it's too late, there's no escape, might as well face it,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other) - ain't nothin i can do about it&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long, it's been too strong - yes, we belong here,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other)&lt;br /&gt;- stuck in love with each other (stuck in love with each other)&lt;br /&gt;cause it's too late, there's no escape, might as well face it,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other) - ain't nothin we can do about it&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long, it's been too strong - yes, we belong here,&lt;br /&gt;baby, we're stuck with each other (stuck with each other)&lt;br /&gt;- stuck in love with each other (stuck in love with each other)&lt;br /&gt;ain't nothin gonna stop me and you (eh)&lt;br /&gt;cause you know we just stuck like glue (eh)&lt;br /&gt;ain't nothin we can do, we stuck in love with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5264236358166766392?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5264236358166766392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-with-each-other-akon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5264236358166766392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5264236358166766392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-with-each-other-akon.html' title='Stuck With Each Other  - Akon'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5242248738822046696</id><published>2009-11-23T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:38:57.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait - Akon</title><content type='html'>I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;When the morning comes and the nighttime goes away (all day)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think that we won't be okay (no way)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing stopping me from loving you&lt;br /&gt;Touching and rubbing and kissing and hugging you&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling taking over me&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it ain't no stopping it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know as far as the eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it aint no dropping it&lt;br /&gt;Always forever I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that its gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you and you in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;That someone like you will love me endlessly (forever)&lt;br /&gt;If this goes our way my love will always be (eternally)&lt;br /&gt;You have set my mind my love my heart so free&lt;br /&gt;Together forever however just you and me&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling taking over me&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it aint no stopping it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know as far as the eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it aint no dropping it&lt;br /&gt;Always forever I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's the way that it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you and you're in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;To have you right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Here by my side&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;To kiss and caress you girl&lt;br /&gt;While holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine life without you&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole lot of loving&lt;br /&gt;And you gonna get it tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5242248738822046696?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5242248738822046696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-wait-akon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5242248738822046696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5242248738822046696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-wait-akon.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait - Akon'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-8992012496215934307</id><published>2009-11-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:40:26.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/11/09</title><content type='html'>What I regret the most,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I broke your heart,&lt;br /&gt;When you told me the other day,&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself what have I became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that I didn't even realise,&lt;br /&gt;What can be done?&lt;br /&gt;Let me mend your broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Let me into your life once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna stab my heart a million times,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;For breaking my baby's fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we put everything that's happened behind us?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not easy but I'll help you,&lt;br /&gt;Forget the painful things, keep the beautiful memories,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you back into my lonely and empty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Shakespeare, not Elliot either,&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that all the poems I wrote manage to touch you,&lt;br /&gt;You said that you'll wait for 5 years and that's all,&lt;br /&gt;If you keep your promise then I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, I hope that you'll still love me,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more than 110%,&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too wishful?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not cause you're my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that deep down in your heart right now you still love me,&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that I don't know how long it will stay like that,&lt;br /&gt;Long distance is hard especially when we can't even call or see each other,&lt;br /&gt;Please hang in there baby, I will come and get you when the time is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-8992012496215934307?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8992012496215934307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/101109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8992012496215934307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8992012496215934307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/101109.html' title='10/11/09'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-2152264079646913791</id><published>2009-11-03T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:48:10.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 20-10-09</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be 3 weeks since I've heard from him. He was back last Friday. But no messages, no shout-outs, no nothing. I guess it's really true that he's giving up huh? There is a few things I'm very sure. First, I'm on my own. I have to stand on my own. I have to endure everything alone. Second, I lost my life. I can't even concentrate in my exam. Halfway through and I'm crying in the examination hall. I don't feel like doing anything anymore, let alone study. I would say that it's the PERFECT time to die. Third, I still love him and he will be the first and last person I will ever love. I will wait for him. If I don't end up with him, then I'm staying single my whole life. Fourth, I'm angry. With him. Is he that weak? I he such a coward? What happened to the promise? 'I will wait for you' and such? I'm still waiting for him. Lastly, I'm on my way towards self-destruction. Twice I felt like vomiting today but I held it back in. All the time I feel so sad and hopeless. I just wish that he can hurry up and tell me that he has moved on so that I can kill myself. It's just so hard to take all this hell. Even if I'm in Australia, I won't be any better. I will do everything I've promised him. I won't drink alcohol when he's not around. I won't like any guys. I won't let any guys touch me. All those little bits that I've promised him. I just hope that he will wait for me. I also hope that I won't cry for all my other papers. I hope he comes to my HSC alumni night. I always wonder. Is he using my shawl? My perfume? Or even looking at the bottle I've given him? Or the lava lamp perhaps? I hope he didn't throw all that away. I hope he keeps and treasures them. I longed to be in his arms. To hug him, smell him and kiss him. Everywhere I go, there's always something or someone that reminds me of him. From my room window, I always look it the direction of Kedah. At least I think it's Kedah. The land's somewhere there, so far. I can't see him but I can feel him. When I can feel him, tears will start. I'll start asking myself. Why are you so weak? Don't you love me anymore? I'm still here right? I still love you, so stay with me. We can be together if we just believe and ahve faith. Be strong. Believe in us. I will wait for you. I've said so many sentences but can you hear them? I'm crying so much but can you see them? My love for you, can't you feel them? I'm angry and disappointed in him. Why must he give up? Why must he move on? Why? Is it because my parents said so? Or his parents perhaps? Or maybe people around us? I thought you want to stand on your feet. I thought you want to be strong, be firm. What the hell happened to you? Suddenly you're listening to those around you? Those who wants us apart and not those who wants us together? Well, there's one thing I'm very sure that you're totally not clear about, it's the fact that we're born for each other. We're meant to be together. Have you forgotten the song you've dedicated to me and ask me to listen to it everytime I'm sad or miss you? The first line itself says that "It's undeniable that we should be together". I'm so tired. I'm  just afraid that I can't stand for 4 years, alone. Come back to me, won't you? I love you, forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-2152264079646913791?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2152264079646913791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-20-10-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2152264079646913791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2152264079646913791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-20-10-09.html' title='Tuesday, 20-10-09'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-3844967494892693758</id><published>2009-11-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:04:27.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem II</title><content type='html'>Just a blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months,&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even laugh at puns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand so tall,&lt;br /&gt;But people around us hope we will fall,&lt;br /&gt;From you I just need a call,&lt;br /&gt;It heals my heart faster than shopping in a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Pull me in and give me your sweetest kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Make me tingle from top to toe,&lt;br /&gt;Only having you in my life, can give my bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be far away next year,&lt;br /&gt;But please don't shed a tear,&lt;br /&gt;You need have no fear,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, your one and only dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I see you again, I really don't know,&lt;br /&gt;But baby, let's just go with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;The love we have is not for show,&lt;br /&gt;We can have more fun by laying low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-3844967494892693758?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3844967494892693758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/poem-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3844967494892693758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3844967494892693758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/poem-ii.html' title='Poem II'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-1290996899212740650</id><published>2009-11-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:47:57.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 15-10-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it's just a day since I knew that he wants to give up on us. He wants to move on. 'It's time', it seems to him. It's jumt a day and I feel so terrible. I can no longer stop my tears, my emotions and my feelings. What happened to the promise he made me? I'm not angry that he decided to break his promise. I'm angry at my parents. People said that mom and dad 'saved' me from hell but I think they sent me there and now, I'm suffering. It wouldn't hurt so terribly bad if he and I just broke up naturally, like get angry or mutual decision. But they just had to separate us by force, blackmailing and threats. They said they are older, more experienced but I think they are just bloody stupid. That is one of the many things I hate about them. Them always care about their 'face', ego and dignity. Now, I can't help it. The blame's on them. If they didn't break us up, he wouldn't be giving up on us now. Call me young or stupid or foolish or inexperienced, but even a baby would know if the love we had as true or not. I don't bloody care about anything else anymore, not my education, not my health, not my family and not even my future. A lawyer? Screw it! I don't want to be a lawyer if I'm not with him. If I'm with him, by all means, I can be  chemical engineer! Everytime I cry, I don't feel like crying. I feel like wailing and screaming and just killing someone. Committing suicide? Thought of it a million times but decided not to do it after I met him. He literally saved my life. After I lost him, committing suicide is not a bad idea at all. But I wouldn't do it. Cause if I do it, my mom will put the blame on him and will definitely send people to do something to him. I don't know what. Maybe break his leg? Dig and eyeball out? Maybe chopping off his hands. I'm not surprised if she did it. I mean that was what made me decided that I had absolutely no choice but to break up with him. To save him. I had to do it. Even if it means we're not together anymore. In the future, I'm definitely going back to him, into his arms. But now, I can't. i bloody can't. Because he decided to give up. Now, I've literally lost everything. I can't study. I hate my family and I've lost him. I guess it's a very appropriate time to commit suicide huh? Yes, I would say but I'm not doing it just yet. Funny it is, he is still the one keeping me alive. I just saw that he wrote on Facebook that he want to move on and give up and he doesn't care anymore. How far it's true? I don't know and3I'm living on that. I still have hope and faith in us. I prayed to God everyday. Sure, he comforts me but it only last half an hour, max. Then I would start crying again. Today was a bit different. Not any better though. Now, I have a nauseating feeling. I wanted so badly, to put my finger into my mouth and just provoke my throat so that I can vomit. I didn't do it though. It was unhealthy, almost like I was suffering from anorexia. I can't wait til I graduate from uni. The moment I graduate, I'm definitely staying in Australia or somewhere else. Somewhere that's far, far away from Ipoh. Screw my family. I'd rather live without them. My first brother? Maybe I'll still keep in touch but there's still this anger and betrayal feeling in me. I know it's not his fault but I just can't help it. I'm sorry. My dad. I don't know. If I go back, he'll be angry but if I don't, he'll be sad. I'll think about it later. The other two? Fuck them. I hope they die suffering through hell twice first. They're bloody fucking bitches. Dumbass mother fuckers. Jackasses. Whores. I just feel so bad for Jac and Ken. They don't know the real truth. They thought I've moved on, but that is clearly impossible. I'll tell them, maybe. But it'll definitely be after our finals and prolly alumni night too. Come to think of it, this year's birthday is going to be the saddest one for me. I just want to run away, stay somewhere to calm myself. But I can't do it. Again, that bitch would call up the police and have him behind bars. What should I do? What can I do? I can only wait and cry and suffer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-1290996899212740650?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1290996899212740650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-15-10-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1290996899212740650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1290996899212740650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-15-10-09.html' title='Thursday, 15-10-09'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-7761944490207081659</id><published>2009-11-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:30:15.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem I</title><content type='html'>Words from Marie Digby,&lt;br /&gt;Sunk deep inside me,&lt;br /&gt;My love has a high fee,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that hasn't gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray and plea,&lt;br /&gt;For God to set us free,&lt;br /&gt;To another place I wanna flee,&lt;br /&gt;If I can't then please drown me in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd rather lose,&lt;br /&gt;I can drink litres of booze,&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, call me a goose,&lt;br /&gt;But it's him that I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times he tears my heart pieces apart,&lt;br /&gt;Life then is stinkier than fart,&lt;br /&gt;But in his eyes, I'm the only tart,&lt;br /&gt;And he's the one who owns my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Thursday, we used to date,&lt;br /&gt;But now we can only call each other 'mate',&lt;br /&gt;When time comes, I'll cast my bait,&lt;br /&gt;Just to get you back, I'll even go against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your exercise books,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote small, sweet notes,&lt;br /&gt;They may be cliche quotes,&lt;br /&gt;But none of them are jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-7761944490207081659?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7761944490207081659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Take My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes I feel like everybody's got a problem&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like nobody wants to solve them&lt;br /&gt;I know that people say we're never going to make it&lt;br /&gt;But I know we're going to get through this&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't let me go now&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes don't let me let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's not think about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could find some place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause our hearts are locked forever&lt;br /&gt;And our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city sleeps and we're lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Another kiss says we're lying on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;If they could see us they would tell us that we're crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I know they just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't let me go now&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes don't let me let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's not think about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could find some place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause our hearts are locked forever&lt;br /&gt;And our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops&lt;br /&gt;The tears keep falling&lt;br /&gt;I see your face and it keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;If I get lost your light's going to guide me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can take me home&lt;br /&gt;You can take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's not think about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could find some place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause our hearts are locked forever&lt;br /&gt;And our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's not think about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could find some place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause our hearts are locked forever&lt;br /&gt;And our love will never die (Love will never die)&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5664231824914030518?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5664231824914030518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5664231824914030518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5664231824914030518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-my.html' title='Take My Hand'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-2592520809006226972</id><published>2009-09-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:13:43.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>Hey people, so sorry for breaking my promise! It's been days since I've wrote something. Well, problems here and there for me to solve. Busy all the time especially with studying! Tonnes for me to catch up. Haihz. At least I got my 4 day vacation even though it's not enough but hey, beggars can't be choosers right? LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief update bout me. Of course, I'm back in college. Fourth day already. LoL. Things are getting better for me. Studies? I have absolutely no idea. Finals? Dead meat for sure! I really wanna get more rest everyday but there's just not enough time! God should have made it 25 or 26 hours a day! LoL. Since I'm in a rush, I really dunno what to update here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just happy that I've finally met all my godaunts and goduncles and godcousins, especially Uncle Ron, Aunt Selina, Sherman, Susann and not forgetting the adorable but mischievious Ryan. LoL. XD (sorry Ryan. I just had to!!) Finally got their Facebook and email add. After like how many years? 9 I guess? Yup, that's a preeeeetty long time. But amazingly they remember me!! I'm so happy and honoured. LoL. Whatever it is, I hope that I can go to Sydney with my brother next January and hopefully can ice-skate there! Good ol' memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I'm gonna write for now. Maybe I'm gonna update my blog next month? Really no time peeps. Sorry!! But do check my Facebook for pictures from Hong Kong, as I have promised! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-2592520809006226972?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2592520809006226972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/brief-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2592520809006226972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2592520809006226972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5605080718609245349</id><published>2009-09-22T02:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:51:27.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane leaves at 06:00 on 23-September-2009 from Penang International Airport</title><content type='html'>Destination : Hong Kong International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's already 22-September-2009, means in less than 24 hours, I'll be in the air. LoL. Hong Kong, a great place for shopping and full of beautiful hotels. Food? Only for those with a terrible sense of taste and carry dozens of platinum credit cards around. I'll be staying in the Intercontinental Hotel, Tsim Tsa Tsui district. Wow. it'll definitely be an experience for me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not people, pictures will definitely be provided but I just don't know when! LoL. After this trip, I have to go all out for my finals. No time people! Accompanying me will be my faithful iPod video, um.... only. Well, that's why I called it faithful! LoL. Maybe I'll have a phone with me but it's only for emergency when I'm lost or something. Wailing and crying don't work anymore at my age! LoL. Another must-bring is the digital camera! Sony or Pentax, who cares? I want one that functions like one. Pictures of everywhere, everything and everybody will be taken. It'll be like you really did go to Hong Kong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane departs at around 06:00. I know, FREAKY EARLY!!! Means I have to be at the airport by 5am, head out by 4am, wake up by 3.30am and sleep by 7.30pm!! Well, can't complain much. There's two pros to this situation (at least!). First, we start early, we reach early! One day of shopping in Hong Kong!! Woohoo!! Tip : It works better than strong coffee or dozens of bottled energy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a shopping list but I have a rough idea of what I wanna buy. My main target is the 64Gb iPod Touch. Second, gifts!! For my dear friends back in college. =) Of course not forgetting Jac, Lena and Ken Ken. Ken : Hope you still like the mug I got you for your birthday! I think that is all. Shopping for clothes is definitely a must 'cause I'm just gonna bring 2 T-shirts for a 5 day trip!! Well, not too bad, I'm bringin a dress too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I've written long enough. I'll be updating my blog in the future but not sure when. See ya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5605080718609245349?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5605080718609245349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/plane-leaves-at-0600-on-23-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5605080718609245349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5605080718609245349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/plane-leaves-at-0600-on-23-september.html' title='Plane leaves at 06:00 on 23-September-2009 from Penang International Airport'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-6285272309415181137</id><published>2009-09-22T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:23:07.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 and disappointed</title><content type='html'>Hey hey everybody, it's so long since I've updated my blog. During the past month, there's just too many hoo-hah!! Man, I really wish I can slow down my life. Wish I have the universal remote control from the movie 'Click'. That would definitely help, A LOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I took my IELTS test and last Friday I got back my results. It wasn't too bad waiting for the results. Actually, getting the results is worse than waiting for it! Haha. My life is really going upside-down! Xing Yao, my ILTI classmate and buddy last year got a score of 8.5, highest so far. I want to beat him so badly! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, I only got 8. My parents, friends and even Ms Mindy said that it's really high and it's good, and 'considering what I was going through during the test, I did amazingly well' quoted Ms Mindy. XP I dunno. But I was downright disappointed. A little bit with the overall but most of my disappointment is due to my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, writing has always been my forte!! What the hell happened?? I got a 6.5 for my writing only!! ARGH!!!! But others were good la...haha...Reading and speaking sections I've got 8.5, highest possible score I guess and for listening, I've only got 8. Not too bad but I'm not fully satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got overall of 8. Most people would jump up with joy, popping bottles of champaign for celebration, but me? I wasn't even a bit happy. Yea sure, I did better than average but there's not a tinge of happiness inside of me. Words like 'happy' or 'smile' or any other words or phrases gives the same meaning, are lost to me now. Famous authors say that happiness is best when it is shared, especially with your loved ones. Don't get me wrong! I have a family and tonnes of friends to share with. But it doesn't last long and it doesn't make me completely happy. I've lost someone so dear to me. Everything that happens in my life, every breath, every minute, I want him to know. But it's so hard. I can't go on the internet and update my blog or Facebook, let alone having a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I would like to apologize to everyone that I will be updating my blog and Facebook really slow. But remember, patience is a virtue! Haha. I'll be updating another one I guess but not too sure bout it. Tata folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-6285272309415181137?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6285272309415181137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-and-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6285272309415181137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6285272309415181137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-and-disappointed.html' title='8 and disappointed'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-3298614240060647508</id><published>2009-09-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:08:40.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Loving You.....Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;This is the lyrics to the song "Forever" by Damage. This is the song that describes my feelings and thoughts to him. This song and post is dedicated to you and only you hubby. Muax. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; =) Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I love you forever and ever baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Deep inside my heart you'll leave me never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Even if you took my heart and tore it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I would love you still forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You are the sun, you are my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And you're the last thing on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Before I go to sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're always 'round when I'm in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; When trouble's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You put my soul at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; There is no one in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Who can love me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; So many reasons that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Want to spend forever with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; We've had our fun, and we've made mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; But who'd have guessed along that road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; We'd learn to give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; It's so much more than I could have dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You make loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; So easy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; There is no one in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Who can love me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; That is the reason that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Want to share forever with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I'll be loving you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Deep inside my heart you'll leave me never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Even if you took my heart and tore it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I would love you still forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; (And girl I pray you leave me never)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; BRIDGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Coz this is a world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Where lovers often go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; But if we love&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/damage-forever-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#000e00;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; We won't go, won't go that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; So put your doubts aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Do what it takes to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Coz I'll love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; No one can tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I'll be loving you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Deep inside my heart you'll leave me never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Even if you took my heart and tore it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I would love you still forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;otakubassist&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/6670655815686693331-3298614240060647508?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3298614240060647508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-be-loving-youforever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3298614240060647508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3298614240060647508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-be-loving-youforever.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Loving You.....Forever'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-1336756061881320105</id><published>2009-09-04T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:01:42.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Meaningful Songs</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's a long time since I've updated my blog. This one is nothing much but it's also for someone special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of songs which is suitable for him and I wanna dedicate these songs to him. Hopefully I can sing them to him in the future too. =] Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Baby Girl - b2k&lt;br /&gt;2.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;   I'll Never Break Your Heart - Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   On Bended Knees - Boyz 2 Men&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  Everyday I Love You - Boyzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Back At One - Brian McKnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Forever - Damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Always Be My Baby - David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hero - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Belaian Jiwa - Innuendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucky - Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I Wanna Know - Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So Close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kau Ilhamku - Man Bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Don't Forget About Us - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mad - Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Know You Want Me - Pitbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Krazy - Pitbull ft. Lil Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I Will Remember You - Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The Animal Song - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Crash And Burn - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Chained To You - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Truely, Madly, Deeply - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy ft. Sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. It Might Be You - Stephen Bishop&lt;br /&gt;30. Fearless - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;31. Hey Stephen - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;32. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Forever And Always - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The Best Day - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In The Shadows - The Rasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Lay My Love On You - Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note that those in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; are those that I wanna dedicate to him. Those that are in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; are those that he dedicates to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty songs more but this is the list that I can come up with currently. I will be updating more bout songs that I can dedicate to him. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-1336756061881320105?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1336756061881320105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-of-meaningful-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1336756061881320105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1336756061881320105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-of-meaningful-songs.html' title='List of Meaningful Songs'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-7228195885629893453</id><published>2009-07-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:38:01.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy, Can I?</title><content type='html'>This is not a post but lyrics for the song "Sexy, Can I?" by Ray-J feat. Yung Berg. This song was introduced to me by my beloved dear baby. =) It's a nice song and I want it up my blog. So, here it is!! Hope you like it baby!! Muax! Hehe. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexy, Can I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ray-J&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Yung Berg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All we wanna know is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, hit it from the front,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I hit it from the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Know you like it like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we take it to the bed, then we take it to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we chill for a second, then we're back at it for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yung Berg:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's up Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G5 dippin, Lui Vuitton luggage (ay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotta love it, ya boy so fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the ladies go (oh) when a nigga go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's right, so I let her kiss the prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ray J:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, keep it on the low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got a girl at the crib, we can take it to the mo-mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can bring a friend, or you can ride solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me get my camera, so we can take a photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Oh,oh,oh) Now look shawty, look shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby when we make love it's like, (Oh,oh,oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I don't know what your man is like but shawty all I want to know is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, visit you at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you sliding down the pole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No panties, no shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you climb back up the pole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you drop and do the splits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you make that pussy talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby damn, you is the shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Oh,oh,oh) Now look shawty, look shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I make it rain in the club like (Oh,oh,oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I don't know what your man is like but baby all I want to know is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yung Berg:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't care who's ya boy hittin, or who Ray's melon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I give it to her, I know that she ain't tellin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See I'm a go get and she a go get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You already know she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sexy can I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I send for you red-eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fresh out the pool no towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just let it air dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you ain't fuckin' tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man you can watch that tour bus go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, hit it from the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I hit it from the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Know you like it like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we take it to the bed, then we take it to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we chill for a second, then we're back at it for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy can I, just pardon my manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl how you shake it, got a nigga like (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanna know is, sexy can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-7228195885629893453?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7228195885629893453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexy-can-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7228195885629893453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7228195885629893453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexy-can-i.html' title='Sexy, Can I?'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-964826112107321569</id><published>2009-07-08T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:50:34.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Is So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Another almost similar post! Obviously this is only for my one and only baby! Muax!! I wrote this when I was sad and after my baby and I fought. This thingy I wrote here was inspired by the song "Ai no Uta" by Mai Fukui =). I guess I just wanna let my feelings out. Hope you guys enjoy it and please leave a comment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Our Love Is So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Our love is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower that blooms in spring&lt;br /&gt;But its so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Can you protect it with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to think that the world is just both of us&lt;br /&gt;And we still do&lt;br /&gt;Every moment we miss each other&lt;br /&gt;Every moment we love each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is so beuatiful&lt;br /&gt;People used to look at us with jealousy&lt;br /&gt;But now we cry alone&lt;br /&gt;What happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the distance?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the difference?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But do you love me like I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I just want to protect it&lt;br /&gt;Like how I’m gonna protect our baby&lt;br /&gt;Can we love each other like we used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all we do is fight&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of it&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still holding on&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that we would stop and love each other like we used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by kah men on 6th July at 2:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-964826112107321569?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/964826112107321569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-love-is-so-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/964826112107321569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/964826112107321569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-love-is-so-beautiful.html' title='Our Love Is So Beautiful'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-7084926301053872871</id><published>2009-07-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:25:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just So In Love</title><content type='html'>This is just a piece (I don't know if it's a song or a poem or a whatsoever). This is written especially for my baby! Muax!! I love you baby!! Hehe. hope you guys enjoy it and please leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Just So In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wake up after a five minute nap&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you beside me&lt;br /&gt;How can I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;There’s an angel sleeping beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I’m so madly in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even see the stars shining brightly above me&lt;br /&gt;Because the only star I see is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight and get pissed&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment we wanna miss&lt;br /&gt;This world of ours is full of bliss&lt;br /&gt;All we wanna do is just hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so good in math&lt;br /&gt;But when you crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Cloud 8 above&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m just so in love&lt;br /&gt;With you……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by kah men on 5th July at 1:33am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-7084926301053872871?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7084926301053872871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-so-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7084926301053872871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7084926301053872871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-so-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m Just So In Love'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-8338155656735004184</id><published>2009-06-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:39:12.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Dong Won!!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey everybody!! I've got some nice treats for you, especially if you're having a bad day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of my blog this time is "Kim Dong Won". He's not a singer or an actor or even good-looking!! So, the reason that I'm featuring him in this blog is that he can definitely make ur day brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything about him just makes you go crazy!! Or as said by Lena, "Oh-la-la". LoL. His fashion sense, singing, courage etc. etc. etc.. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he can only be found in YouTube. Some of you have seen his most famous video, that is the remake of the song "Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey. The thing is, he brought the song to a whole new level, including changing the name of the song and it's lyrics. =] (Although it wasn't intentional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored earlier and decided to look for some funny videos to download and found his. Here are some of his funny videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBDoIn3BcbY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBDoIn3BcbY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Listen - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEza-zIfgyY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEza-zIfgyY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMxjFu0ueKc&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=8F0004851ED96F98&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=7"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMxjFu0ueKc&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=8F0004851ED96F98&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching all those videos, the best is still "Touch My Body". LoL. Besides that, I also realised a few things. First, I think he wants to be Mariah Carey. All the songs that he is remaking are from Mariah Carey. I hope Carey won't be too shocked by this. LoL. Secondly, I think he's gay by the way he dressed. I think that the clothes that he wore for "Always Be My Baby" is actually nice...for a girl! But what made me stare at my laptop screen with my mouth wide open is the video "Listen". OMG. He's with make up and stuff. Well, it's his life, still I respect him for whatever he's doing and whatever he wants to be. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys will enjoy his videos for he has did so much in creating such videos. (no sarcasm here!) He's really brave to post them up on YouTube but honestly, I hope that he actually makes more of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-8338155656735004184?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8338155656735004184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/kim-dong-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8338155656735004184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8338155656735004184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/kim-dong-won.html' title='Kim Dong Won!!'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-4346271735582978481</id><published>2009-06-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:57:32.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week's Story</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody! So good to be posting up new stuff again. Actually I've been wanting to post up quite some time ago but there's so much to say that I just don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let's see. What made me post up this one today? Thanks to my baby!! He asked me to update my blog when he isn't even updating his! Or even reading mine. Haihz. I don't blame him. Stupid college of his! Argh! But it's sweet of him to say that since he can't update his blog, he has been writing letters so that he could give them to me the next time we meet each other. =] But it wasn't really the real reason. LoL. Ever since LAST FRIDAY, yes merely LAST FRIDAY only did he started to write those letters. LoL. But it's still very sweet of him to do it. Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, let's start with Monday. It was just any usual day but me, Ken and Karthik were playing table tennis in the hostel from 2pm to 4pm. LoL. Boy, did me n Ken had fun! LoL. Obviously thanks to Karthik that we had an enjoyable time. (Although he doesn't know that he's the laughing material!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Omg. Leela's class, need I say more? Chemistry papers were marked and handed back to us. I thought that I could at least make it in the 60's. Haihz. I have no idea what went wrong. I could do everything in class and I have no problem in my revision. It's just that I can't score in my exam! I don't know if I have exam stress or was nervous. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter now because the paper has been sat, marked and handed to me. I got a freaking 54. Even Karthik's higher than me! WTH!! Haihz. Don't worry Karthik, I'm not looking down on you. Then because of it, my baby scolded me. We had an arguement. He said that I didn't study hard enough or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing today was that Leela actually bought my alibi for cutting class last Wednesday! Woohoo! I had my friend (sorry, I have to protect this person's identity) wrote a letter for me which was supposingly to be from my dad. It said that I had "a sudden occurence of gastric". LoL. I forged my dad's signature and handed it to Leela. I used to hate it when I get gastric pain but now I'm actually thanking my stars for letting me experience the pain. LoL. Well you see, Leela isn't dumb. She asked me what is gastric and how does it feel like when you get gastric. The first thing that I told her was "It hurts?". LoL. Then I continued explaining that the pain is almost unbearable, that the pain comes on and off, that I've always had gastric pain in my secondary school years and blah blah blah. Mind you, some of it are true! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes Wednesday. Long day but ends earlier than most of my other days. Even though nothing much happened today, today is a significant day for me! Samuel introduced a game called "Plants vs Zombies" to me! It was damn fun! We were in the study room where I was supposingly studying for next week's 2 unit math paper. But, the presence of Samuel and his laptop is a VERY HUGE distraction to me. LoL. I'm not lying! Haha. Then there I was, playing the game on his laptop. I was enjoying the game so much that I started shouting and screaming when zombies got closer and closer to Samuel's house! My goodness! It was really a lot of pressure playin that game! Haha. I got that game from Samuel and installed it into my laptop. Hehehehehe. But then I argued with my baby again because of the game. Baby, I know you're scolding me because you cared for me. So, I'm sorry bout that night. I shouldn't have played the game and paid attention to my revision. I'm sorry baby!! Muax!! Sayang you back ha. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then THURSDAY came. Hehe. This is an exciting day! Well, I bet all my friends know why I was so excited, especially Jeng Yuann. Hehe. Today is Jeng Yuann's birthday. So many things happened. LoL. Wherever I see Jeng Yuann, even in class, I'll shout 'Jeng Yuann!! Happy Birthday!!' so that everybody knows. LoL. It was so fun!! Next is gonna be BERNARD!! Nyehehehehe. The most amazing and miraculous thing happened today was during chemistry class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Leela was doing a role call. When she came to Jeng Yuann's name, somebody at the back of the class (I think one of those Chung Lin guys) shouted out that it was Jeng Yuann's birthday. Then I don't know how it happened, the whole class started singing the birthday song for him. But until the 2nd line, everybody stopped and started laughing. Surprisingly Leela questioned why we had stop singing and she continued the last 2 lines. We thought the song was done and we all clapped. But!! Leela started singing another version of the birthday song! I'm not sure of the lyrics but she mentioned something like "You've very beautiful", "Why on Earth were you born?", "You are bloody no use" and some other things. LoL. It was 100% UNEXPECTED from her!! Then she wished Jeng Yuann "Happy Birthday" and she was so sweet bout it. =] But then Ms. Kam pissed me off. I told her that it was Jeng Yuann's birthday and she just pretended she didn't hear. Well, I didn't ask her to throw a birthday bash for Jeng Yuann! She could just wish him "Happy Birthday"! Bitch! Then at night, We went to buy KFC!! Yay! I was with Zen Whey, Jia Chuan, Tze Ch'ng, Karthik and Jun Yik in the car. LoL. But unfortunately we left my meal at KFC!! LoL. But luckily Zen Whey realised and we had to go back to KFC to get it. LoL. Then we ate and played in the study room. Hehe. My birthday present to Jeng Yuann is to ketchup mark on both sides of his cheek. LoL. But the most unexpected thing was that Zen Whey actually ate mashed potato from my finger! WTH!! I'll never lick that finger again!! Then again haihz, I fought with my baby. I cried so badly but I was okay after that cause my baby used his special method of cheering me up. LoL. I love you baby!! Muaxx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday is today. Skipped biology class cause didn't do her homework. LoL. Don't care la. I doubt that she actually recognises me. Then had math class. I actually asked teacher questions. LoL. Then I spent most of my time explaning to Li Yun what is IELTS is about. LoL. Then I ate lunch with Jac, Karthik and Jay Moy. It was nice. Hehe. Managed to bully and get revenge on Bernard cause he promised to take us out for lunch. Ish. Then I went back to my room, bathed, cleaned my room and played computer games. Then Jac came to my room around 3 or 3.30pm. She played diner dash and keep on losing! LoL. Don't worry Jac, you can do it!! Haha. Then I talked to my baby on the phone. LoL. Muax baby! Hehe. Don't always merajuk la. It's my job k? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's adi 11:49pm and 41 more minutes, I'll be talking to my baby on the phone!! Hehe. Can't wait. Lena's beside me playing computer games. LoL. She's so cute and funny and drooling over her darling. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to stop here cause my laptop is really really freaking slow adi. Haihz.&lt;br /&gt;Nitez peeps. Til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-4346271735582978481?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4346271735582978481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everybody-so-good-to-be-posting-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/4346271735582978481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/4346271735582978481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everybody-so-good-to-be-posting-up.html' title='One Week&apos;s Story'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-6703742989560632381</id><published>2009-06-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:58:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th June 2009, 12:37pm, cyber lab</title><content type='html'>Its Monday, 15th of June. He's far away from me in Changlun, Kedah having orientation for his matriculation. Starting today, I'll update my blog daily. It's 12:37 noon. Me, Jac, Ken, Jeng Yuann and some other friends are in the cyber lab surfing the net. Actually i have no idea what to write, especially when i'm going to write everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this? I'm going to write everything that happens here to me so that hopefully, my baby can come to my blog and read all my blogs. I think if he does this, he won't feel so far apart from me. Of course somethings I won't be mentioning here cause somethings are private. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thanking God...umm...actually Maxis, hehe, that there's 3G in Kedah. I can do video calls with my baby!! =] LoL. He wanted to send a picture of himself and a video message to me everyday but it's like so expensive baby!! Somemore you wanna call me every night. Ish. You win lottery izzit? LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday. So, this morning i had math and biology classes. Both are equally boring. So boring until I messaged Raymond Raj! Haha. How am i to survive without messaging you in every class except chemistry?? LoL. Haihz...my feelings now is like this song I'm listening now. It's a korean song titled 'Bo Go Ship Da' by Kim Bum Soo. The song title means 'I Miss You'. =]&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening this song for the 4th time I think, if I'm not mistaken. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i can only write that much now cause I have class now. Boring english class. Well, I gtg. Will update my blog later. Bye bye everyone. Nucy nucy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muax,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-6703742989560632381?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6703742989560632381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/15th-june-2009-1237pm-cyber-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6703742989560632381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6703742989560632381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/15th-june-2009-1237pm-cyber-lab.html' title='15th June 2009, 12:37pm, cyber lab'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5336157819226539746</id><published>2009-06-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:25:20.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Beloved Baby, I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>Dear baby, today is a Tuesday and it's 2nd of June 2009. Yesterday you told me bout the letter your ex wrote to you ever since the day you broke up with her. It was a total of 55 letters. I was in the canteen when I read the first letter she wrote. When I read the second letter, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like crying there. That's why I stopped and lied to you saying that I wanted to go surf the internet instead. I didn't want to cry in front of you as you don't like me crying and it hurts you when I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that moment, I felt sad and dejected. You kept telling everyone about those letters. It made me feel bad. It made me feel like I don't deserve you at all. When you were talking about all those letters she wrote for you, you sound like you're really proud of her and it sounds like she's the better one. I told all this to Raymond and he comforted me. I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you called when I was having my dinner. I was happy cause it's always the case when I get your calls. You wanted me to sleep in my room cause we can have more privacy when we talked. Because of that, I purposely stayed longer in my room just to talk to you before going to Jac's room to sleep. Did you know that Jac was actually sad and I wanted to be there to comfort her? When I went to her room, she's already sleeping. When we talked on the phone, you keep asking me to do things that I have been refusing ever since the beginning. Why can't you understand that I really can't bring myself to do it? Then you merajuk just because I didn't do as you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung up and I went to Jac's room to sleep. As I was getting ready to sleep, I was anxious to receive your sms but sadly, none. I thought you were really angry and I decided to wish you. I sent the message but I didn't get any reply. Because of that, I purposely put my phone beside me so that when you reply, I can immediately read it. I cried because I was scared to loose you. All those thoughts of loosing you flushed through my mind. I couldn't stop crying but gradually, I was gettin more and more tired and I felt asleep. But you called at 12.30am. I woke up instantaneously and picked up your call. You said that you were glad to get my message. You sounded so happy on the phone. I was smilling while talking on the phone with you. Then after we hung up, I slept soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up, I really wanted to hear your voice. That's why even though I know that you're sleeping, I had to wake you up to hear your voice. You answered my call and it everything felt right. I felt the energy rushing from the inside of me, carrying me out of bed and into a busy day. We smsed as usual even during my classes. Then I told you bout my plans this evening. I said that I can only see you either 7pm or 8pm. Did you know what you replied was really hurtful? You said "Den dun see la...See for 15 mins might as well dun see". Then I replied by saying "Can you stop being so immature? You think I dun wanna spend time with you?". The next message really sent a pang in my heart. You replied, "Hana...you busy rite? Go busy la. Luan." I was mad at you. You always say that I understand you. Why can't you understand me at least once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I didn't reply all your messages until you top up for me. I was still a bit mad at you. I was thinkin if I should not be mad at you. I couldn't concentrate in my classes. I was happy that my classes are finally ending and I can go to the canteen so that I can see you. But when I was at the canteen, I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you or even look at you. Sometimes after I get angry with you, I find it hard to talk to you again. Then I purposely went to JY's room so that maybe you would come to his room and find me. Thenyou messaged Jac. She told me bout your messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really broke my heart is that you were actually not in the mood. You told Jac that you were afraid that there was something wrong with your heart. At that moment, my mind stopped working. You were actually having all this in your mind when I was acting so selfishly. Then I start to think. I actually did realise that you were breathing harder than normal and your heartbeat is always so fast. I was really worried. In JY's room, I cried in front of Lena and JY. It was because of guilt and worry. What if something is wrong with you? What if one day you leave me? I really love you and I hope you will never forget that. No matter how angry am I with you, I still love you. I can't stand being angry with you for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lena and Chia Chuin  came back from their date. When Lena entered the room, I just couldn't hold back any longer. Lena asked me how was I. I burst out crying and she lent me her shoulder for me to cry on. She gave me a hug but it didn't really comforted me much. What I need is your forgiveness. Then Raymond Raj came into the room, everyone left the room to give us some privacy. He was really worried about me and he begged me to stop crying. He comforted me and we had to leave the room because they said that the warden is doing a spot check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the area outside the office. You called Lena's number and we talked. You were having difficulties breathing. We were talking on the phone and we talked things out. You kept on apologising. We finally talk things out and I was smiling from ear to ear when I talked to you on the phone. Lena was glad and happy that I finally smiled after crying for 3 hours. I went to my room and we continued talking on the phone. Then I went to Jac's room to sleep but we were still talking on the phone. Gradually, I was getting more and more tired. So, we decided to hang up even though you wanted me to put down the phone after I slept. Sorry baby, the phone charger wyre isn't long enough. Hehe. Then I slept instantly when I lie down on the bed. It was the first night that I slept soundly after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for making you worried baby. I'm sorry for all the things that I have done. I hope that you'll forgive me and I promise that there will not be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby. Nucy nucy. Hughug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muax,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5336157819226539746?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5336157819226539746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-baby-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5336157819226539746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5336157819226539746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-baby-im-sorry.html' title='To My Beloved Baby, I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-8041306201749203744</id><published>2009-05-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:59:29.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever? I've Got TWO of Them!!</title><content type='html'>Heyya!! I'm back again and this time it's for everyone to read! Hehe. Today's Saturday. Well, actually more like Sunday since it's past midnight. Everyone's had their "Best Day Ever". And I had mine twice in a row!! Man, am I lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was on Friday. Of course everything went on routinely but there were additional goodies to it. First class was Biology. I got to dissect something!! Haha. Don't worry folks, I ain't sadistic! Haha. It was just a teeny weeny chickin kidney. It's freaking small and looks like a mutated red bean that grew really big. LoL. XD. Then it was math! Well, as usual nothing special. Stupid class and stupid teacher. Spoiling the fun of learning math oni. LoL. Den I had half an hour free. Had business plan discussion with Lena and Hamza. Ended at 1.30pm. So, couldn't enter English class!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dat wasn't the best part of the day. The best part was during the evening although i had math extra class. Well, it was more like after the extra class. I was with my baby. My God. What we did was really daring. But I loved every single bit of it!! But still, I'm so sorry baby!! XS Haihz... Too bad I can't tell anybody what happened...Haha. I promised my baby not to tell anyone. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday arrives. I woke up at 10.30am? Can't remember. LoL. But I finally woke up cause there was a fower failure. Haha. After I wake up oni the stupid power came back. Argh... Den I immediately called my baby cause I damn miss him. Hehe. I love you baby!! Muax!! Lena didn't go for math class, parents came early. Blah blah blah. Had lunch, went back. I did all the housechores myself!! Stupid parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach at around 5.30pm. Met Chia Chiun and his frens dere. Damn nice. Haha. All the guys were like tryin to throw each other into the sea! Haha. But then when they were roughin around, they kicked sand on me n Lena. LoL. Went out for dinner and came back around 9pm maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we did the most unexpected thing! Well, for us at least. Hehe. Swimming!! Damn, it was nice!! The best part was that it was night and we jumped into the swimming pool with  our casuals! I did the cannonball! Haha. Too bad all my frens weren't here. If not, it would be damn nice!! Or mayb just me n my baby would do....Hehe. After about 30 mins or 45 mins, me n lena started to shake adi LoL. Cold!! Haha. We finally went back and bathed in hot water. Man dat was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we ordered McD at 11.30pm and waited until 12.30am!! WTH!! Stupid McD. Terrible services dey have. Screw them. Too bad me n Lena have to sleep with empty stomachs now...haihz...haha. But I dun really mind cause I had two fun days! Plus, Lena couldn't stand it and just got out of bed to get something to eat. Haha. So now, instead of nuggets and fried chicken, we're filling our stomachs with Milo and Oreo wafer sticks!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go now. Very tired after 2 long days. Haha. Tata! Hope u guys have a "Best Day Ever" too! Muax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-8041306201749203744?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8041306201749203744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-day-ever-ive-got-two-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8041306201749203744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/8041306201749203744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-day-ever-ive-got-two-of-them.html' title='Best Day Ever? I&apos;ve Got TWO of Them!!'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-7881896697404684818</id><published>2009-05-16T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:41:16.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to You, My Beloved Bf!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Note : This blog is written specially for my beloved bf. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby!! I just read your blog bout me and I got really excited bout it. So, thats' why I'm writting this one. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since baby talked bout my first impression to you, I'll tell you your first impression to me kay? hehe. Hmm...I would say that you're a really really quiet guy and the serious type. But..........after knowing my baby deeper, WOW!! You're loudest and noisiest and most playful person I've ever knew. LoL. Totally the opposite. Haha. Actually, I can't really remember when was the first time we talked. I only remembered that you got my phone number from Jac and started smsing me. It was around end of January I think. Then we start to like sms everday. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, bout the prank... IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL!! Sob Sob. I still hate you for doing that!! huh. bleks XP. I was so shocked when you told me that you were leaving the next day for KL. I wasn't mentally and emotionally prepared. Whatever made you play that prank on me baby?? That was so hurtful... But i wasn't that hurtful anymore when you popped the question on 5th of April 2009. XD. How could I EVER forget that date and time? LoL. It was heaven from then. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad to think that you'll be going so far away to study and in such short notice. I hope that you'll keep your promise bout spending more time with me within these two months! Blek! XP I really enjoyed last thursday. =] But I was still a bit sad or disappointed bout something... I hope that when we go out again next thursday, you won't repeat your "mistake". LoL. But I LOVED it when we were at the beach and in the cinema. Although it was quite awkward in the cinema! XD haha. Too bad there wasn't any couple seat. haihz... I like every moment we spent on the beach even though sand went into my pants and my shoes! LoL. At least I didn't get sand into my shirt. Well, SOMETHING ELSE did! XD. But too bad baby said that you don't like going to the beach. Well, I guess no more beach dates? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this blog is long enough for you baby! Tell me what baby think bout it after reading it kay? I have to stop here because you might call me any minute now. XD LMAO. Bye baby. Love baby loadz. Muax and nucy nucy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-7881896697404684818?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7881896697404684818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-you-my-beloved-bf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7881896697404684818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/7881896697404684818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-you-my-beloved-bf.html' title='Back to You, My Beloved Bf!!'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5979037604653629017</id><published>2009-04-27T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:34:47.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Figures : My Passion Too!!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!! I'm back again. I don't know when was my last blog posted but I think it was within this week. Reading my blog title, you guys must be confused. Hehe. Well, it all started when my eldest brother came back from Melacca.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that he has always been lookin for action figures. Well, not the anime ones but those from Marvel superheroes like Spiderman, Batman and Superman and Star Wars. When he came back, I helped him moved his stuff from the car into the house. Man was I shocked!!! He had four to five bags of action figures!! And some of them were LIMITED EDITION!! There was one bag where it contains Agent Keroro action figures. OMG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was like screaming at me to be careful of those things. Today only I discovered that my blood brother has the same passion as me!! LoL. I'm not sure if it's something to be proud of or what but I'm just glad 'cause I thought I was wierd and geeky to like all these stuff. XD I think Nazrin will be like 'WTF' both while reading this and after reading this! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haihz...What a brother! He didn't even buy any for me when I keep asking for ONE!! Huh. He's gonna get it from me. Muahahaha. XD. Actually it's not that I don't have the money to buy or what. It's just that I don't know where to get them! I know that they can be bought online but I'll be dead meat if my parents knew about it. Haihz.... Speaking of my parents, well actually my mom, she's getting on my nerves and driving me up the wall. ARGH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. I guess I have to stop here for this post. Otherwise my mom will be nagging on me again. Til next time peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otakubassist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5979037604653629017?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5979037604653629017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/action-figures-my-passion-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5979037604653629017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5979037604653629017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/action-figures-my-passion-too.html' title='Action Figures : My Passion Too!!'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-2456845890718246994</id><published>2009-04-25T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:57:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem For Him</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, I wrote this very short poem in Business Studies class. I guess I was just in the mood to write. LoL. Please enjoy and give your comment about this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People say things that I don't wanna hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like shedding a tear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you were always there to chase away my fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why you're my one and only dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't care what others think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as our love don't sink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers, our glasses of wine klink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe someday we will link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget the past and enjoy what we have now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my eyes, there's only thou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know if in the future we will exchange vows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But everything you do just make me go wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know it's kind of short but I think I will write more in the future and post them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-2456845890718246994?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2456845890718246994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-for-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2456845890718246994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2456845890718246994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-for-him.html' title='A Poem For Him'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-1895522215116559445</id><published>2009-04-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:09:39.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Ripped From Lena  XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is just something I ripped from Lena. I posted it up 'cause I thought it's worth sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When there's a full moon,&lt;br /&gt;My heart glows for you!&lt;br /&gt;Can you count the stars?&lt;br /&gt;You can't right?&lt;br /&gt;That shows how much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Words are from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;For I never will let go of you!&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I have this comfortable feeling...&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good! So alive!&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Read this with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wipe your tears with my bare hand...&lt;br /&gt;For your tears stay on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk about the past for it happened and can't be change,&lt;br /&gt;We talk about the present for you won't repeat the past,&lt;br /&gt;It's called TREND LOVE for we keep going forward to the future!&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I spend with you is every memory I capture and treasure, bad or good...&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God to give me an angel,&lt;br /&gt;And there you are...&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me now,&lt;br /&gt;God can only show me what I want but not help me to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to close my eyes for I don't want to miss every moment with you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious about this...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this for fun....&lt;br /&gt;I proved what I wrote....&lt;br /&gt;Just hope you really understand what is wrong with me and what is really actually in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to reply, you don't need to do anything,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to ignore it or whatever is it...&lt;br /&gt;Just keep it in your heart!&lt;br /&gt;Smoking, taking drugs kills me!&lt;br /&gt;But having you as my soul mate makes me alive and heals me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-1895522215116559445?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1895522215116559445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-i-ripped-from-lena-xp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1895522215116559445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1895522215116559445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-i-ripped-from-lena-xp.html' title='Something I Ripped From Lena  XP'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-4218330736780655801</id><published>2009-04-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:12:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back : First Week in College</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey!! How long has it been since I've written a blog? Not too long I hope! This time I came back with more courage to write more about what happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I walked around college. Man! Was I scared! LoL. It was 2nd of January, orientation day. I sat right in the middle of the row in the lecture hall. Nobody on the left and nobody on the right. How sad. But people began to fill the seats. The first person I met was Tan Li Yun, who was sitting on my left and also Oung Jia Xin. On my right was...........umm.........oh well, I couldn't remember but I think he's in my Chemistry and English class!! LoL. Sorry to whoever it is! I'm just really bad in remembering names and faces until I've seen them a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember I got lost on that day! LoL! What a joke! I'm turning 18 this year and I got lost in a small building. LoL. Then my first day of classes starts the following monday. Finished at 2pm and walked back alone to the hostel. And that's when I met JACQUELINE!!!!! Well, I didn't actually met her 'cause I already know her. I bumped into her at the common area. We were so damn surprised and immediately became close friends since that day. That week went okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I met Samuel, Jeng Yuann, Karthik and Ken Aik? Simple. In English class. I was separated from Li Yun and Jia Xin 'cause of the seatings. Then Ms Kam (our English teacher) assigned us into groups according to seatings. Of course, I was with them. I was like 'damn...I don't even know them'. At first I was like cursing and swearing. LoL. Pardon me! During group discussion in class, I sat beside Samuel like an idiot. Thank God Samuel spoke to me and tried to make me talk. Then gradually I was less nervous. I thought Jeng Yuann was arrogant and so was Karthik. Ken Aik was DAMN quiet and boy! Was I wrong! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yoong Liang came into our class and joined our group. He was sitting there so quietly and I pitied him. I understood how he felt being the alien in our group. So, I talked to him and tried to make him talk. But his lips are like glued together with super glue! Then we had another group discussion in the hostel. It was okay. We all opened up except Yoong Liang again. LoL. We joked and had fun but we still did our work. All of us pushed the work here and there. Finally Samuel couldn't take it and took control. LoL. Whoops! Big mistake he made. All of us starts to call him 'The Boss'. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we became closer and closer to each other as days passed. But I was closest to Samuel. I don't really know why but it just happened and I'm actually glad. At least I don't have annoying Karthik or wierd Jeng Yuann as my best friend!! LoL. I'm really glad I had Samuel then. The wise but not old Samuel. LoL. Well, although he's a lot older than me. Hehe. XD Maybe I have a lot in common with him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on friday I met Lena!!!! I LOVE YOU LENA!!!!! LoL. I was actually kinda nervous when I met her. LoL. But now, she's mine and she's my crazy partner! Haha. I love her! Muax for ya Lena!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for the first week! Don't worry. There'll definitely be more coming soon. I'll try to talk about everyone! What's happened and this and that. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-4218330736780655801?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4218330736780655801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back-first-week-in-college.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/4218330736780655801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/4218330736780655801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back-first-week-in-college.html' title='Looking Back : First Week in College'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5491856987768110123</id><published>2009-04-05T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:47:03.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wi-Fi-ing in Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey everybody.&lt;div&gt;I know it's kinda lame to actually even post up this blog but some people have been bugging and asking me to update my blog. So, here it is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you will slap me or screw me after you read this blog. From the title of this blog, I'm sure you'll know what I'm going to say. LoL. This is my first time going Wi-Fi on my mom's MacBook at Starbucks Gurney. The weather is not very nice. Cloudy and wet. So Cold. And from what I'm wearing, I'm definitely not prepared for this type of weather. Plus, I'm sitting under the air cond thingy. LoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to write 'cause my mom wanna use the internet too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otakubassist&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/6670655815686693331-5491856987768110123?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5491856987768110123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/wi-fi-ing-in-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5491856987768110123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5491856987768110123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/04/wi-fi-ing-in-starbucks.html' title='Wi-Fi-ing in Starbucks'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-1743347318908692933</id><published>2009-03-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:44:24.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more koala</title><content type='html'>Wow... It's been kinda long since I wrote a blog of my own. Well, in this blog, I am proud to say that I don't like koala anymore. It's more like I forced myself not to like anymore. What made me do that? Our friendship isn't going well, that's why. I also don't like the way he's treating me, plus my friends told me that he might like someone else. So, what's the point? Maybe what N and L said was right. He's just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I don't like anybody. My heart is so free now. Freedom is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see who will capture my heart next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;otakubassist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LoL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-1743347318908692933?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1743347318908692933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-koala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1743347318908692933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1743347318908692933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-koala.html' title='no more koala'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-3091575438437968355</id><published>2009-03-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:26:28.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>The Name Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : Cheang Kah Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : cats XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Cash receiver XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : coconut shells (LMAO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom : chair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Couldnt wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Crazy and lazy? That's me!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : chocolate ice blended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Campbell Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Car??? LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Collide - Howie Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-3091575438437968355?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3091575438437968355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3091575438437968355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/3091575438437968355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-6514063824859456279</id><published>2009-03-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:41:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry...I'm just too free!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage → Blue Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call → Ken Aik!! haha&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message → JACY&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to → Simple Plan but forgotten which song to be exact&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried → yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice → guess so&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? → think so&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special? → definitely&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed? → not sure&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? → nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:- orange, yellow, white, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends → duh&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love → ya... going to i think&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried → of course!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you → Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were → yes! thank God&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you → yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → nope....umm not sure?&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friend's list do you know in real life → most of them?&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have → 2-3&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets → hamsters!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name → nope. love mine&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday → cant remember...im getting old!!&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today → 7:35am&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night → out with friends for supper at Coffee Island&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for → cant tell&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your father →a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;17. One thing you wish you could change about your life → my health&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now → the chattering of noisy ppl&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → i dont think so &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;20. What's getting on your nerves right now? → my fren&lt;br /&gt;21. Most visited webpage → hotmail, onemanga, wikipedia etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name → Cheang Kah Men &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Nicknames → Men Men, Cheang Cheang, makhluk asing, lazy pig, etc. (all thanks to Yap Lian ching! haha)&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status → single&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign → Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered → LoL. female&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary → SK Convent Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School → SMK Convent Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;8. High school → SMK Convent Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color → Black...used to be brownish T-T&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short → Short&lt;br /&gt;16. Height → 180 cm at September2008&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? → i dont think its a crush&lt;br /&gt;18: What do you like about yourself? → everything!&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings → ears...&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos → dont have but i wanna get one!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty → righty all along but tries to write with the left hand &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery → none&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing → my ears... left i think&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends → Yie Ping!! haha&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined → Swimming&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet → 10 peacock fish LoL&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation → cant remember&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert → didnt go to one...i think&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush → obviously i cant tell LoL but i was 8 years old then haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating → nada&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking → nada&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to → have lunch? no idea...&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to → chatterings&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting for → my stupid classes to end.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? → of course&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? → if i could find mr. right =)&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind? → psychology, biology lecturer, designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes → Lips&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses → both&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller → taller!! duh&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger → both but not too young&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous → both!&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms → both...&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud → loud and a pinch of sensitiveness&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship → no idea&lt;br /&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant→ a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger → definitely no&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor → no&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts → nope&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date → no&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart → i guess so...sorry &gt;S&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken → a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → a few times&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → do hamsters count?&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → yes!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → of course&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → think so&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → last time, no but now, YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → not really&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause → doubtful&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? → nope&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels → no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;98. Who is it? → Koala....&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → absolutely not!! and never will&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? → Of course...im an honest person =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-6514063824859456279?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6514063824859456279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6514063824859456279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/6514063824859456279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths-part-2.html' title='100 Truths (part 2)'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-717378040850097127</id><published>2009-03-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:27:53.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changeling</title><content type='html'>I watched that movie last night. It was on a DVD which I had borrowed from En Siang. It was really good and I cried about three to four times! &gt;P I just don't know why but I just cry a lot during sad movies. Same with the movie 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'. But that movie is sadder than 'Changeling'. So of course I cried even more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about how a mother fights just to get his son back home safe. The terrible part was that so many kids were brutally murdered by an inhuman man and how he kills them. He takes his axe and chops them as if he was chopping firewood. The part where Christine was in the mental ward was also very gruesome. But although this movie is very nice, there are scenes which are quite predictable. Where's the excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that the best part of the movie would be the ending. Christine was still searching for his son despite everything that has happened. She said that after David was found, she had hope. Even though this sentence is very cliche, it's still a powerful and meaningful sentence. I wonder if this story is really true. Well, I guess I'll have to Google this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks a lot for lending this movie to me En Siang!! Really enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-717378040850097127?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/717378040850097127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/changeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/717378040850097127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/717378040850097127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/03/changeling.html' title='Changeling'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-5428544392661695159</id><published>2009-02-28T07:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:42:03.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;001. Real name - Cheang Kah Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;002. Nickname(s) - Men Men, Cheang Cheang, Lulu, Nana, Kah Kah etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;004.  Zodiac sign - Saggitarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;005. Male or female - Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;006.  Elementary - Convent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;007. Middle School - Convent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;008. High  School - its form 6 rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;009. College School - Inti ICP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;010. Hair color - black (finally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;011. Long  or short - Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;012. Loud or Quiet - LOUD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;013.  Sweats or Jeans - Jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;014. Phone or Camera - Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;015.  Health freak - Uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;016. Drink or Smoke - Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;017. Do  you have a crush on someone? - Yes.....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;018. Eat  or Drink - both? if not, how to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;019.  Piercings - not my thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;020. Tattoos - now that's what i'm talking about!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;023.  First piercing - 2nd Dec 2006 =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;024. First best friend - Chin Yie Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;025.  First award - ...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;026. First crush - a guy hu's 24 n im 8....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;027.  First pet - Peacock fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;028.  First big vacation - cant remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;030.  First big birthday - 6? 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;049.  Eating - japanese!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;050. Drinking - H2O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;052. I'm  about to - sleep!! damn tired....if in hostel, play ping pong!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;053.  Listening to - Glamorous Sky - Mika Nakashima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;054.  Plans for today - go back hostel and play ping pong n hugs my sista from another motha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;055. Waiting for - dat guy to like me..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOUR  FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;058. Want kids? - duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;059. Want  to get married? - if i can find the right one, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;060. Careers in mind - psychologist, designer, musician, actress, singer, zoologist etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHICH IS  BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;068. Lips  or eyes - lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;070. Shorter or taller? - Taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;072.  Romantic or spontaneous - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;073. Nice  stomach or nice arms - ??? both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;074.  Sensitive or loud - both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;075.  Hook-up or relationship - Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;076.  Trouble maker or hesitant - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAVE YOU  EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts - nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;081. Ran  away from home - no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense - no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;083. Killed somebody - no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;084.  Broken someone's heart - guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;085. Been  arrested - no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;087. Cried when someone died - not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DO YOU  BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;089. Yourself - of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;090.  Miracles - yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;091. Love at first sight - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;092.  Heaven - guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;093. Santa Claus - yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;094 Tooth  Fairy - yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;095. Kiss on the first date - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ANSWER  TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right  now - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in  life - definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;099. Do you believe in God - Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;100. Post  as 100 truths( is there actually 100) and tag 10 people - ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacqueline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-5428544392661695159?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5428544392661695159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5428544392661695159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/5428544392661695159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-2090326789173625833</id><published>2009-02-27T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:14:35.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great English</title><content type='html'>Today, i had my Moral exam. So, last night only I did my revision. I thought it would be easy but guess I was wrong! The concepts are actually pretty simple but my lecturer had to make it tough for us. I dare say that her English is damn good. LoL. All the grammar and sentence structure is totally off!! You can barely understand what she's trying to say in her notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's one problem. Another is that what she lectures in her lectures is totally different from her notes! Different meaning! So, which should we follow? She's really good in confusing people! No wonder everybody's afraid that they might not pass this paper! No wonder this subject is tough! Yeah, no thanks to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do very well in this paper. I didn't give my best shot. I am actually quite sure that I'm going to fail this paper. Well, I'll only know when she gives them back. Good thing that I won't be going to class next week 'cause I'll be enjoying my time in Hat Yai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-2090326789173625833?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2090326789173625833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2090326789173625833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/2090326789173625833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-english.html' title='Great English'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670655815686693331.post-1344896224412482461</id><published>2009-02-26T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:02:55.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog. I have been thinking of starting a blog for quite some time but what seems to be stopping me is that I find it to be very common. Everybody has a blog and it's like telling out what's happening in your life on the internet where people who you don't even know of his existence can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm just an average girl who can be influenced very easily. So, I guess it's just natural for me to follow suit. To make it sound nicer, you can say that I'm trying out something new. Hey, if I don't won't that be wasting my life? I mean it's worth trying out everything. It's experience that we get. Experience is like the prize for our bravery. So, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating my blog every now and then. So, please be patient for I'm in college now. A lil' bit hectic with dozens of things happening every waking moment. Well, actually even when I'm asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take care dear reader and have a nice day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;otakubassist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670655815686693331-1344896224412482461?l=otakubassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1344896224412482461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1344896224412482461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670655815686693331/posts/default/1344896224412482461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakubassist.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>km cheang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHyN8NFI5F0/SeB0YfiOYuI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtZLRbjZ8Vk/S220/DSC02564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
