<?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-37161648</id><updated>2011-08-26T00:42:40.532+08:00</updated><category term='X TV; X Japan'/><category term='Hot sunny bored day'/><title type='text'>KumikoMatsuo</title><subtitle type='html'>The Voice Within - my every thoughts and every feelings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1525850117239922023</id><published>2008-08-08T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:44:15.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como esta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh. This blog has been long abandoned, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much of updates 'cept that I'm jobhunting atm. And of course, whilst waiting to see MUCC in October. Is that cool or is that cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, while waiting for the British Embassy to re-correct my entry clearance (because they gave me an undergrad visa instead of postgrad visa, like wtf!) I have plans to travel around Scottiland and Ireland, Budapest and also Milan. All on other end of the world. But heck. I get to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1525850117239922023?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1525850117239922023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1525850117239922023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1525850117239922023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1525850117239922023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2008/08/como-esta.html' title='Como esta?'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1128369429386717440</id><published>2007-11-15T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:12:41.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral For A Friend</title><content type='html'>Today, we'll have some Funeral for A Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTmMKbBoc7Q&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTmMKbBoc7Q&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoCCPNcyS_w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoCCPNcyS_w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Seriously, all these people are SO lucky to get to watch them live - especially Matt! His vocals is just so awesome. And seeing all the fans sings together makes me even more envious. I can't wait for my turn to see them. XD I have approximately one month to go to see them live! YAHOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1128369429386717440?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1128369429386717440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1128369429386717440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1128369429386717440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1128369429386717440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/11/funeral-for-friend.html' title='Funeral For A Friend'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4372680778385306770</id><published>2007-11-03T04:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:53:17.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOOUT!!!</title><content type='html'>La merda dol oro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSSUHUWSx0w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSSUHUWSx0w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to on your speaker really loud. When I say loud, I mean it! Close to the loudest. Loudest - &lt;strike&gt;if you could&lt;/strike&gt; no you must! I'm feeling so this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4372680778385306770?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4372680778385306770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4372680778385306770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4372680778385306770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4372680778385306770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/11/shooout.html' title='SHOOOUT!!!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-787701188374485509</id><published>2007-11-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:30:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallow-een??</title><content type='html'>I swear somewhat this morning I remembered what I did last night. Just when I thought I would be stuck home doing my ass-ignment (pain in the ass) Chen invited me to the party. I thought I shouldn't go until Burn said I should. Anyway, I ended up erm half-drunk (sober). Though sober, I swear I could still think clearly. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone dressed up. It was really a good laugh. I saw a begger with green face, messy hair, wearing skirt (guy) and I was woot? Lol. Then I saw Superman, Scooby Doo, 101 Dalmations, Bedazzled, Butterfly and so many...Photos..photos...i want my photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much about the night though. From quiet I ended up drinking with almost everybody. We played some "chai mui" game. This funny guy who was playing with me...was really funny. he said winning is good and drinking is good too. Should i go LOL? Anyway...later on, me and the girls went to the restroom....and camwhore. Go getter girls! (what is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9BkszliI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ySqjG6A4Wq0/s1600-h/Image034-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9BkszliI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ySqjG6A4Wq0/s200/Image034-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127907854211323426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 1: Oh no no...can't see Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9SUszljI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6AiVqhtCjMM/s1600-h/Image035-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9SUszljI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6AiVqhtCjMM/s200/Image035-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908141974132274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 2: Everyone's in. But I think I look scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9ZUszlkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ewAlIgkwz0E/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9ZUszlkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ewAlIgkwz0E/s200/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908262233216578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gui complained that I left to early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gi: OMG I'm so pretty and you...&lt;br /&gt;Gui: Yea I know I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;(Both of us go LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These people must've think I'm really drunk that I can't remember I took  whole lots of photos. I WANT MY PHOTOS! They have yet o send to me...&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/37161648-787701188374485509?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/787701188374485509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=787701188374485509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/787701188374485509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/787701188374485509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallow-een.html' title='Hallow-een??'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ryn9BkszliI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ySqjG6A4Wq0/s72-c/Image034-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1088770301426586579</id><published>2007-10-23T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:54:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the weekend</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was a blast. I'm glad I went for the welcome party.  I don't really remember what happened that night (although I want too badly) but I got some of the pics. Sadly, its not much of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rxzhe8U6zbI/AAAAAAAAANs/oAcv1tukDAU/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rxzhe8U6zbI/AAAAAAAAANs/oAcv1tukDAU/s200/IMG_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124218397746974130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda, Maria, Emma, Feye, Gi, Rizma, Lilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzgjcU6zXI/AAAAAAAAANM/4f8hAEseVQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzgjcU6zXI/AAAAAAAAANM/4f8hAEseVQ0/s200/IMG_2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124217375544757618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martin, Nigel, Gi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzgxcU6zYI/AAAAAAAAANU/eVGXxFwTsTI/s1600-h/IMG_2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzgxcU6zYI/AAAAAAAAANU/eVGXxFwTsTI/s200/IMG_2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124217616062926210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chen, Gi, Ahbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rxzg8sU6zZI/AAAAAAAAANc/gfwiYn32LgI/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rxzg8sU6zZI/AAAAAAAAANc/gfwiYn32LgI/s200/IMG_2058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124217809336454546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and Gi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzhH8U6zaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Tq6QLHsYAaw/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RxzhH8U6zaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Tq6QLHsYAaw/s200/IMG_2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124218002609982882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahah! I remember here. Jack said it was too early to go home (4am) so he brought his guitar down and people complaining that we're noisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, Jo came to my place.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&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/37161648-1088770301426586579?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1088770301426586579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1088770301426586579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1088770301426586579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1088770301426586579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-weekend.html' title='Over the weekend'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rxzhe8U6zbI/AAAAAAAAANs/oAcv1tukDAU/s72-c/IMG_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4073380593067818735</id><published>2007-10-11T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:39:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I just can't help myself falling for Lee Jun Ki after seeing this ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hatsu-yuki.com/top.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've managed to finish up one quarter of my assignment that is 4k words long. Yes. On top of that, I'm only given a week to complete that task. Goodness gracious. Nevertheless, I have a few tutorials to be done by tomorrow (it's now 8.40PM) which I have yet to started. No. Actually I've lost it and I couldn't be bother to borrow from anyone to photocopy it. Feck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but. I really do like Lee Jun Ki (just my random thoughts).&lt;br /&gt;Owh...actually I've kinda like blog-ed yesterday but I saved it as draft. It's okay. I wanted to post some pictures of Glasgow Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload image. There's something wrong with blogger. Something isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...i'm so touched by the song at that website above. Yes I am. Jun Ki oppa...sarang hae. Bleh. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4073380593067818735?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4073380593067818735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4073380593067818735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4073380593067818735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4073380593067818735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sorry-but-i-just-cant-help-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1546118227211309498</id><published>2007-10-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:21:42.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART DRAWS A DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look! the wind has moved, i won't give up yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel the sun behind the clouds i think you’ll be there in an opposite wind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This chest is drawing a dream, towards to anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fly high towards to the freedom MY HEART DRAWS A DREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh if I’d gone down in that place and I had opened my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the impression that I could find you with that smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that can find you it would be great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right! If we join the sighs, we’ll fly higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if there you can see the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will walk together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This chest is drawing a dream, I’m going to overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a distant moment MY HEART DRAWS A DREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think if someday doubtlessly it’d fulfilled it would be great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you could be there with that smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on! I extend my hand, now i know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart wont join to nobody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that day when you poured your look over me I’ve captured it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a kind of frozen word &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I draw a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY HEART DRAWS A DREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-HYDE-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1546118227211309498?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1546118227211309498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1546118227211309498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1546118227211309498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1546118227211309498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-heart-draws-dream.html' title='MY HEART DRAWS A DREAM'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5179335854596059222</id><published>2007-10-05T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:57:47.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RwYmpXU5ZNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i-CZoexGBCU/s1600-h/IMG_1802-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117820518631302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RwYmpXU5ZNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i-CZoexGBCU/s200/IMG_1802-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a week ago I was enjoying my life. I'm used to live life leisurely. But this week is hellish. At the very first day of my class I've been given my assignments handout. Also some exercise to be completed and a presentation on next Tuesday. Hectic life is. So they said, those who masters in business are boring people. I now agree totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness graciuos my class is from Monday until Thursday. I have long weekends so I'm happy enough. One thing about Glasgown town is that....shopping malls are everywhere! At first, it was heaven for me. As of now, I'm scared of malls. i think I'm phobic already. I didn't want to walk through that entire streets. I have yet to travel at the country side for sight seeing. I need greenery. I wanna take scenery photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm insane already. Ms. darby kept injecting economics into my brain but my brain is resistant to it. Now i'm all lost int he world of economics. Someone help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5179335854596059222?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5179335854596059222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5179335854596059222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5179335854596059222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5179335854596059222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-week-ago-i-was-enjoying-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RwYmpXU5ZNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i-CZoexGBCU/s72-c/IMG_1802-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7475435359463479818</id><published>2007-09-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:16:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rv0annU5ZKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ByttAPo19_g/s1600-h/IMG_1808-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rv0annU5ZKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ByttAPo19_g/s200/IMG_1808-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115274019636602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touch down. I've arrived safely...in Glasgow. The journey here was hazardous. Hey I'm all on my own, can I be blame for saying that? Guess not. I took emirates that transit in Dubai. OMG! Dubai is awfully cheap. YASUI! Cheap. I regretted not going on a shopping spree over there. It's like...owh man. Once in a lifetime? Okay, maybe not. But then again, imagine drinking a medium size McD apple juice for RM0.60 and yes you read it right. On top of that, their medium size is our Malaysia large size. Think it's amazing? Wait till you read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the duty free shop in Dubai's airport. They sold a range of perfumes - all branded of course and its originality guaranteed. It cost for about DHS 200-300 which is RM20-30. Take that! Then they also have Bobbi Brown cosmetic. Yes, I'm so obsessed with Bobbi Brown! Their liquid eye liner for only RM15.50!! Holy shite. I'm so happy. I'm a very happy woman. If you don't know already Bobbi Brown in Malaysia is so...so...rip off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I continued my journey sadly. I was afraid that it will be confiscated so I did not buy any....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally reached Glasgow after 18 hours. I waited for an hour and the half at the immigration for mu turn. I'm so speechless. The workers there are....RUDE. Who said about Scottish being friendly and courteous? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home sick, already. Scotland is cold. Freezing cold. Even the bloody radiator is not much of help. I have to have AT LEAST 5 layers on to help keep me slightly warm. I'm sleepy everyday because of the weather. I don't know why I'm here so early when classes only commence on Oct 2. Beats me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here are cheap.....especially liquors and beers and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite thing is as always expensive : FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO who have I met here?&lt;br /&gt;I met Cecil and Eloise both from France. Such coincidence. They both met at the aiport, both from France, and both taking law. I would love that too.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kathi from Germany. She's doing E&amp;amp;E O_o as an exchanged student. She always look blur but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lex and Bulkie (my roomates).&lt;br /&gt;2 guys from airport which I don't remember their names but only face. And a lot of guys and I don't remember their names!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being discriminated? or am I being discriminated? The Scottish don't seem to accept me well. English are good. So are the other EU unions. Feck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're being jealous because we are rich. we are rich." quote Alish. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7475435359463479818?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7475435359463479818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7475435359463479818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7475435359463479818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7475435359463479818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/touch-down.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rv0annU5ZKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ByttAPo19_g/s72-c/IMG_1808-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4165348361301169323</id><published>2007-09-18T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:42:08.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no one understand the anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no one knows the grief I share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as the darkness falls around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no one seems to hear my prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;people smoothers me with kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;then they walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;their compassion flawed by blindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to my hurt, my fear, and my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holyshite! I found Blood Stain Child PV - Freedom, and its grueling awesome i tell ya! Its just so awesome, I'm all lost of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/6hxtYJwxkdf9wj6Jo"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/6hxtYJwxkdf9wj6Jo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2plz2_blood-stain-childfreedom_music"&gt;Blood stain child-freedom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/thailande"&gt;thailande&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4165348361301169323?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4165348361301169323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4165348361301169323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4165348361301169323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4165348361301169323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-one-understand-anguish-no-one-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5252874849730958304</id><published>2007-09-17T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:26:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART AKI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ru4ddk4nmeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/V_sryNUh9hc/s1600-h/sid008pc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ru4ddk4nmeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/V_sryNUh9hc/s200/sid008pc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111055021066656226" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you blame me for falling hopelessly and helplessly in love with SID's bassist, Aki? I am so smitten with him, no matter how he looked like. And I adore all of his piercings from ears to nose to eyebrows to underlips to lips to nipples...arghz...I'm drooling all over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just downloaded one of their PV, Natsukoi. I remembered why I hated PV after watching Natsukoi. Their lips don't sync with the music, their expression don't match their tone, and everything in it is so fake. I believe that the whole point of PV is to show how good looking they are with their nice make-ups and sophisticated apparels. That's it. I pretty much prefer listening or watching to concerts instead. Just like Larcy's. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5252874849730958304?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5252874849730958304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5252874849730958304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5252874849730958304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5252874849730958304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-heart-aki.html' title='I HEART AKI!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Ru4ddk4nmeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/V_sryNUh9hc/s72-c/sid008pc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1844495593555926666</id><published>2007-09-17T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:06:21.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch you bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAY YOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually this is the one and only year I remember (or actually know) when her birthday is. Sorry people but I just can't remember everyone's birthday. I remember I almost forgot Burn's birthday during the final year of my course. It's crappy I tell you. I don't have any social life but just stay home and study the goddamn book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's up with people nowadays? Bitching here and there. If they like to bitch so much, why not go be a bitch themself. I'm so fooking pissed. You biatch and a half...go bitch yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That aside...I would like to point out a few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Dir en Grey is not metal. If anything, they're hard rock. I seriously don't see any metal elements in them except for their dressing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabun&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry to all Diru fans. It's just my two cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Sex Machineguns is coolios. This is what I call heavy metal! However...I find that their metal is not heavy enough. At least not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Larcy is not all rock. They're mixture of pop/rock/and sometimes punk (IMO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) High and Mighty COLOR is alright. I do think so. Often they're related to Orange Range because they come from the same area, Okinawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Blood Stain Child? Hell yeah I love them. Somehow I really do enjoy their music. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;6) I was listening to last.fm and I come across this one artist,&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/%C3%A3%C2%83%C2%A0%C3%A3%C2%83%C2%83%C3%A3%C2%82%C2%AF"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.last.fm/music/%C3%A3%C2%83%C2%A0%C3%A3%C2%83%C2%83%C3%A3%C2%82%C2%AF"&gt;ã ãã¯&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Hell I don't/can't read it. But their song is awesome. Hard rock only though but they're definitely good. Someone tell me who are them??&lt;br /&gt;7) Hey, New Found Glory is kinda cool. They're a pop punk band though formed in 1997, from America. Sounds like Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;8) I read so many good reviews on Loudness that i decided to check them out. However last.fm only give a 30 seconds preview on them. I can't really tell how good they are, but judging by their opening, it's pretty cool. They do live up to their name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm now going to look more into J-Metal (heavy metal). I need this so much right now.&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/37161648-1844495593555926666?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1844495593555926666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1844495593555926666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1844495593555926666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1844495593555926666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/bitch-you-bitch.html' title='Bitch you bitch!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5572037151174701915</id><published>2007-09-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:50:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm smitten again and again with Hyde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just downloaded Larcy video for Seventh Heaven and My Heart Draws a Dream. And oh holy! While watching Seventh Heaven which is aired on Jpop Station, I freaked out seeing Hyde on stage. The song is just so not them! Okay, maybe not. But it sounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pop/rock-ish. I would rather the rock-ish though. But then again, Larcy is part of the pop side as well. Still I can't accept it. The ending part was okay but the beginning of the song really did freak me out. Is it just me but I thought Tetsu has lost weight while Hyde kinda put on some (or shall I say more build). Masaharu Fukuyama looks stunning still though he has gained a little weight but its still all good. Nagase Tomoya was a horrid when I see him. What's up with the unshaved hair (messy look but that is okay) and the curly-afro-kinda-hairstyle? Jeez. What has happened to fashion nowadays?? And he appears on Jpop station? What the heck is he even doing there. Though I like him acting but I have to admit he can't sing. He CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Heart Draws a Dream was different. Though its still pop, but I actually enjoy this over Seventh Heaven. I can see Hyde's doing his best in his vocals. I seem to notice/realise I like it the best when Hyde pulls his vocals long with the high tone/octave. Whatever the term is. Among all I've heard, he's the only one who can pull out that beautiful sound. Suteki ne. I'm so smitten with him seeing him sing. Ahhh... Also, I think its not just me. I noticed Hyde's shoulder is broader now. He gain weight and I think its really nice though I think its better if he's taller. XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...I'm really looking forward for their new album in November. Bring it on Larcy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5572037151174701915?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5572037151174701915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5572037151174701915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5572037151174701915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5572037151174701915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-smitten-again-and-again-with-hyde.html' title='I&apos;m smitten again and again with Hyde'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1667030952224917300</id><published>2007-09-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:26:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I could reach 10% of my download of Prison Break, LiYen told me it was a fake! Immediately I stopped my download. I should've known. News reported that the series will be aired on the 17th of September. I'm just too impatience to wait to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was editing my music library, meaning iTunes. Then I reach the artist L, Larcy. I realised Larcy has came out with two new singles and I didn't knew about it at all. They had released 'Seventh Heaven' singles on May 30 and 'My Heart Draws a Dream' singles in August 29 and there will be two new singles coming out soon. Those are Daybreak's Bell on October 10 and Hurry XMas on November 14. Oh my, I'm having difficulties looking for the already released singles. And I'm also anticipating their upcoming album 'Kiss' on November 24. Oh man, so much to expect. Lols. Ohh Ohhh, speaking of which, BSB will also be coming up with their new album on October 30 (which is one day after my birthday, and yes I'm hinting!) with the title Inconsolable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While googling around, I stumbled upon a new band (at least for me is!) called 12012. I thought their music was cool because its kinda Indie. So I've downloaded a few of their singles and album. When I first listened, I do find them cool and I like their songs. However, as I listen through, I thought it wasn't my cup of tea. Uh huh. I'm not sure. Probably the timing of listening affects the mood. I'm listening to it again now, and I like it. Arghz. Mood swings. Crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why aren't my downloads moving?! Again and again, I hate but to blame Streamyx for this. Why the hell my direct download is at the speed of 8kbps when I'm paying for 1.5mbps. I'm fooking annoyed. No wonder streamyx 'kaya sial' fooking rich. I'm so sorry for all the foul words. But I just can't control myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PISSED. I'm going to watch Kekkaishi. Sha la la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1667030952224917300?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1667030952224917300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1667030952224917300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1667030952224917300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1667030952224917300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/before-i-could-reach-10-of-my-download.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2183337163741597191</id><published>2007-09-15T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:09:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad sad sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As usual, download are as "fast"as a snail. Prison Break  Season 3 is finally out!! I am downloading it. I however, doubt whether the torrent is a real thing. I shall download and see. There are a few sites (eg. torrentz) verify that the file contains virus and that it is fake. However, the number of seeders amazed me, at about plus minus 2500 of them. On top of that, only 3 people who verify the torrent. Why is it so hard to just comment and tell if its the real thing? Mataku. What have become of today's society...Hmm. I think I'm rather out of track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bleach has finally reach episode 140! Is this anime trying to compete with Naruto? The 220 episodes of Naruto and currently running 28 episodes of Naruto Shipudden? Muri dane. Ma na. So yo koto de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so sad yet happy. Weird isn't it? I'm so sad to be leaving. However, I found something that I like. Though it may not work out. Uh-huh. Thinking about it makes me happy enough. Bleh. Then again, when it comes back to reality, I'm friggin sad. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2183337163741597191?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2183337163741597191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2183337163741597191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2183337163741597191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2183337163741597191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-usual-download-are-as-fastas-snail.html' title='I&apos;m sad sad sad'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4987175446952147517</id><published>2007-09-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:37:46.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to remember. Chris message me if he could come over...at 1Am. I gave him a yes. So he came over with Alvin and we went for supper. Initially I wanted to go to the ice-cream palour at Kota Damansara but they were closing. At that time, only mamaks are available which I didn't want. Alvin suggested we head to The Curve. Both me and Chris were hesitant whether is it still open. To our disappointment, its closed. Thank you Alvin. Lols. Then I wanted Burger King...I read the sign '24 hours pandu lalu" but it wasn't available. Crap. On desperate measures, McD is the only option around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I enter McD...Holly cow I saw him!! Him. Glenn. I was like gosh, should I or should I not talk to him. I kept repeating the question. I soo wanted to go over and say hi...but I chickened out last minute. Gosh. Never it has crossed my mind to see him there. I think Glenn leaves around 3.13AM or so. Again, I wanted to say bye...chickened out. I'm such a coward. A pathetic one. The pathetic me could only turn my head back and look at him. I wonder if he remembers me...maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other time I met Glenn by chance was during New Year's eve in KLCC. I was so frantic I actually grab Burn's sleeve and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to tell him I saw Glenn. He didn't get me until he turned around and saw my finger pointing at Glenn. Back then, the same thing happened. I couldn't even utter a word out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next time I saw him was at Subang for a event review. He came to photograph the event. Again...all I do is look. I couldn't get myself to talk. I'm so pissed at myself. I let 3 chances go by..just like that. ARGHZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to hit the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4987175446952147517?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4987175446952147517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4987175446952147517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4987175446952147517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4987175446952147517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4037944513090716488</id><published>2007-09-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:52:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DETEST LIARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title say it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Penang yesterday with one purpose - to find my girlfriends and party there. So I took the 9.30AM bus ride and reached about 3PM. Long journey I must say. We first went to Queensbay Mall for lunch, then shopping, then car ride, and back home to Sus's place. Next, we're preparing to go club. I went through my purse to check if everything is there. To my surprise (which I HAD a BIG shock), I forgot to bring my I.C out. Not only that, I had nothing to identify myself. All I have was a regular member card at A Cut Above saloon, which my name was hand written. So funny can life be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I called my mum and told her to help me check if my I.C is around in my room. After 10 minutes, she called back telling me I left my I.C in my jeans! My friggin jeans. I was sulking at the corner. Sus then suggested we walk around downstairs and have dinner. I bought two pairs of socks at Royal Sports House. How pathetic is that?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I can't have any fun, I decided to come back early this morning. The journey home is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; longer than going there. These people are doing some road construction and close down 2 out of 3 lanes. STOOPID. It's just plain stupidity that causes traffic for no reason at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we decided to party in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; story begins here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am F*CKING pissed. Not because I can't party tonight but because of the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4037944513090716488?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4037944513090716488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4037944513090716488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4037944513090716488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4037944513090716488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-detest-liars.html' title='I DETEST LIARS'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1419305814941434501</id><published>2007-09-06T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:41:34.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Be delinquents with pride and dignity (quote Yamaguchi Kumiko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nice one don't ya think? Now, first, where and how should I find the courage to be wild? I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; good to do the wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's 4AM and I'm here. Yes, wide awake I am. Was busy streaming porn. Oops, did I just said that? Lols. I was watching Gokusen and am soo into it. Can't help myself but to continue watching. If a delinquent like Onizuka could be a teacher, so why not the Yamaguchi with yakuza background? Yosh. Continue watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;おわり&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1419305814941434501?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1419305814941434501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1419305814941434501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1419305814941434501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1419305814941434501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-delinquents-with-pride-and-dignity_06.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4188662079947676272</id><published>2007-09-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:15:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I extracted one of my wisdom tooth yesterday. It hurts so much I had headache. A bad one. So I slept the whole day after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm scared to eat. Scared that my gums won't close (the gap). Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And today, I went to Gleaneagles to collect my medical report. Everything's fine. I was told that I'm underweight. O_o The fact that I weigh 57kg. So weird. Then I'm told to have a high cholesterol level. Pfft. And then, my xrays shows that my spine is 'bengkok'. It's more towards the right. Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later mum came to see me in the waiting lounge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum: Show me the report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum: Hahaha. How could you have high cholesterol level when you don't eat much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum: It even shows that you're underweight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Heh. No idea. But did they measure me height correctly?? Because I'm shrinking!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum: Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Last time the nurse can't even take my blood properly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Dad came in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: Show me the report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: High cholesterol?! Hehh. Must be your food intake, always take nasi lemak and roti canai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: (quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: Told you not to eat so much of it. You're still young...control yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: (quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: (wanted to say something but then decided to remain silent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4188662079947676272?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4188662079947676272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4188662079947676272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4188662079947676272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4188662079947676272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3617077776716728051</id><published>2007-09-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:56:47.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pissed I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm waiting for my OSTs to finish downloading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those are Junni Tokki and Devil Mar Cry OSTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And also one manga, Crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are 7 seeders, 123 seeders, and 57 seeders respectively. What are they all doing?! Seed people, SEED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched a few episodes of an anime which I don't remember its title. Anyhow, it was sickening. All it was about puppets. Lotsa puppets which makes you feel sick. Like a sicko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first attempt of baking a cake was a total failure. The hard work of gathering the ingredients and mixing it, the electric oven of mine had to burnt them after just 10 minutes in it. Maybe the temperature was too high? I set it to 170. Hmm. The whole house was smoky and smell of burnt. My neighbour even came out to ask what was happening. So much for having the talent. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to do pasta ala Allegro style. But it didn't turn out the same. No matter how I copied, Allegro's pasta is so much more delicious. I wonder what was I lacking in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's my day for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3617077776716728051?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3617077776716728051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3617077776716728051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3617077776716728051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3617077776716728051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/pissed-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4674052786087974862</id><published>2007-09-01T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:52:45.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is sadder than having to leave my family in about 23 days time (or 22 days). Kanashii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4674052786087974862?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4674052786087974862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4674052786087974862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4674052786087974862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4674052786087974862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-sadder-than-having-to-leave-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3773615705505582334</id><published>2007-08-31T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:49:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where do I start? or how do I start? Everytime I wanted to give a review, my words are all flying out of my head. I hate this. I'll just do it the Gi's style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sad after watching this, close to depressed. Don't know why. It was a really good anime and details are played nicely. The arts was okay, but I am very impressed with the story. Seriously, I'm madly in love with the story and I bloody acknowledge the director for this anime, Tsuneo Kobayashi and the script writer, Shou Aikawa. Never have I been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; touched watching anime. The hard work of one month downloading, I finish this anime in just two days and two nights. Hmm. There goes my patience in waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A kirin (also called taisho) is a holy creature sent from Heaven to serve his King. Taisho should lead its king to the right path in ruling the kingdom else it will suffers from Shitsudou and eventually die. If the King's taisho is died, the king will also die after one year. However, if the king dies before the taisho, the taisho is to look for a new king. There are 12 taishos to serve 12 kingdoms. And the story revolves around Kingdom Kei and Kingdom En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Youka is the chosen Queen for Kingdom Kei by Keiki (a kirin). She was from Japan and because there were youma attacked her in her country, she was brought to Sai Kingdom by Keiki though a shoko. Youka portrays a weak character in the beginning. However, with the guide of her hanjuu (breed of human and animal) friend Rakushun, her character grew stronger throughout the story. She came to accept her destiny to be the Queen of Kei and abolish the rules of people kowtowing to her. Everyman is his own masters (quote Kei En). The end of the anime was actually the starting of her kingdom. I really wanted to see how she build her kingdom and what will happen in the future? Will she chose to go back to Japan someday? Aww man. This sucks. I don't like hanging ending. It leaves my heart unsettled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kingdom En was rule by Shoryuu (my new bishie) for 500 hundred years already. He once lost his land and his people died for him - leaving him the only survivor. En taisho, Rokuta was raised in Hourin (a.k.a Japan) where was exists back then. Having fear of war, he decided to pass the kingdom to Shoryuu so that the people would not starve. Shoryuu likes naming his servants, from The thoughtless to the stupid (Don't really know how to explain this). Lols. He likes to be carefree and do whatever he wants. He thinks only when he needed to and take actions only when is necessary. Erm. I think he's the best. Saigo no en. Mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kingdom Tai history is a bit complicated and far sadder. Taiki was flown away to Hourin before he could hatch. (All Taisho are born from a tree in the scarce mountain). He was raised in Hourin until he was 10 years old. One night, while being locked up outside of his house, his ningou pulled him back to his world. And of course, he was a lot happier there.  However, he felt left out among all taisho because he could not transform into his kirin form. In my opinion, he's the strongest taisho among all. Erm..very hard to explain.  Somehow he got transported back to Japan and lost his memories of his younger days. They term it as spirited away. Man, this is just so sad. Anyhow, he's my favourite taisho among all. Taiki. Taiki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well every kingdom gets their own story. But I'm damn sad. I wished it was longer. I hope there were more episodes. I WANT MORE. Motto motto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3773615705505582334?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3773615705505582334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3773615705505582334&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3773615705505582334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3773615705505582334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/twelve-kingdom.html' title='The Twelve Kingdom'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4152566225935443557</id><published>2007-08-30T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:25:44.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally get to watch The Twelve Kingdom after one whole month of downloading. Phew. I was afraid it couldn't make it before I leave. Thank goodness. While on episode 12, I've found myself a new bishie, Shoryuu (The King of En - history for 500 years). Yatta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is all for today. No plans for Merdeka. Anyhow, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; think Merdeka is overated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4152566225935443557?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4152566225935443557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4152566225935443557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4152566225935443557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4152566225935443557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finally-get-to-watch-twelve-kingdom.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8927473255546426415</id><published>2007-08-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:36:55.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For every masochist, there's a sadist. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しあわせ に なろう。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8927473255546426415?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8927473255546426415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8927473255546426415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8927473255546426415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8927473255546426415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-every-masochist-theres-sadist.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6978804950925887656</id><published>2007-08-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:26:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday night and I'm home. Nothing beats than listening to Larcy music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to go Penang today but I postponed it tomorrow because my mum needs me to fetch my brother from Ampang. So...what have I been doing after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got lost in KL while trying to get ourself to Sogo. Amazing. It's Friday noon and the road was jammed because Malays go for prayers. And I still can't believe I got lost. And because it was TOO jam to U-turn back, I decided to go to The Curve instead. I bought my backpack...but it wasn't of my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling really down. I really really really wanted that Deuter backpack. But my mum said it was too small (for the price). I don't really mind actually. If anything, I'm willing to invest in a good backpack and pair of shoes. Only these two.  If you think carrying any bag doesn't matter, you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO WRONG&lt;/span&gt;.  You might say I'm being paranoid (or ridiculous), but I do believe that everything I own has feelings - be it dead or living things. And... I named all of my things. Yes. Don't start bursting in laughter. If you would have paid more attention to your stuff, then you might feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LiYen, when should we go out again? I need to go out badly. I'm craving for ice-creams (Haagen Dazs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been to the cinema ever since Burn left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iku (my dog on the Nintendo DS) is starting to hate me because I spent less time with her. The husky I chose was a very active and stubborn one. But that aside, she's been doing well. Besides for being disobidient, my dog is really smart. ;) I think I would want a real dog. A Siberian husky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was wondering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i) do we work for the sake of working to earn money? or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ii) do we work because we love the job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have seen (or hear) from my many of my friends complaining about their job. Some say it's tiring, some say it's hectic, some say it's difficult, some say it's boring, some say it sucks, some say they hated it, etc. Why would people chose a job that is not to their liking? I cannot comprehend. It's not like they could afford to spend it. If you don't get me, I'm talking about the cost of living in Malaysia. My perception is not to work for the sake of working. We should live life freely and enjoy it because we only get to live once! I have too many ambitions (dreams). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be an editor for a manga publishing company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a traveler (refer to travel and living) - those who travel and introduce the place and foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a remisier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to work as an event management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a manager for a good Jrock band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to work in a sales line selling anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to open a what we call an anime cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a tattoo artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to open a club in Malaysia (with japanese music and a non-smoking club) - those who want to enter would need to purchase CD (japanese music of course) of the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... I want to be the first Chinese female prime minister. I want to change this stupid standard of living in Malaysia (so low, so low!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idealist me: I would work part time or change work maybe every two or three years to be able to do all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The realist me: I would stick to only one of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6978804950925887656?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6978804950925887656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6978804950925887656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6978804950925887656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6978804950925887656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-night-and-im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2134561594756318535</id><published>2007-08-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:36:57.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently in the mood for : Gackt's Last Song, Blue, and Mizerable. Very old. But sounds so deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2134561594756318535?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2134561594756318535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2134561594756318535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2134561594756318535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2134561594756318535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/currently-in-mood-for-gackts-last-song.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3375359773156299876</id><published>2007-08-23T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:23:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming animes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so excited. There's so many upcoming anime that I'm looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Velvet Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showmedia?id=136023"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't get ANY info on this anime. It looked cool but seriously I'm getting tired of watching monster/devil/ayakashi anime. The art is pretty cool. I like the fact there's blood pouring everywhere. However, I'm looking forward for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ayakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showmedia?id=136081"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, ayakashi anime. The only ayakashi anime that I enjoy were Kekkaishi and Shounen Onmyouji. I do not hope to be dissapointed by this. I give 7/10 for arts. I like the eyes especially. The devil-looked eyes. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wild Adapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showmedia?id=129251"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZKZ_BI7jrs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZKZ_BI7jrs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the same creator of Saiyuki, I think I'll definitely like this. However, the two characters are Hakkai alike. Kazuya should've altered it a bit. It feels boring looking at the look-alike characters - from Saiyuki to Araiso Private High to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger Mukoh Hadan&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.stranja.jp/"&gt;Official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RszQy20qk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4fnb-s6MnVs/s1600-h/12783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RszQy20qk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4fnb-s6MnVs/s200/12783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101682050032374674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a fan of samurai's story, I'm eagerly waiting for this. It will be released on the Sept 29 (in Japan cinema). However, the disappointing fact is that it's a movie not series. I am always comparing all the samurai anime that currently, the top of my list is Samurai Champloo. I'm looking forward to see if there's any other anime that can beat this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3375359773156299876?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3375359773156299876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3375359773156299876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3375359773156299876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3375359773156299876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/upcoming-animes.html' title='Upcoming animes'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RszQy20qk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4fnb-s6MnVs/s72-c/12783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6533238490543317628</id><published>2007-08-23T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:29:56.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm awake at this hour. I'm pissed. I'm pissed when I can't get my sleep when I want too. My connection was being a bitch last night so I went to bed early. I think my bed time is screwed up. I always sleeps at 4-5AM (which is now) but I slept at 12AM last night. I am really really pissed. I want to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I'm having headache now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I'm restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I need sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit&lt;br /&gt;I think Kat-Tun is okay for a Jpop although I still find them...mushy. I was at dailymotion listening to Le Ciel. It was pretty okay. I find Real Face nice. I'm trying to variate my music appreciation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I just can't tolerate, why on earth do they need so many in a band?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="306" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5pRvn1GkExhGj5cZe"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5pRvn1GkExhGj5cZe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="306" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xqlzw_kattun-real-face-music-video_music"&gt;KAT-TUN - Real Face (Music Video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Fayc"&gt;Fayc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still bored for being awake. Dailymotion isn't fast in loading. Or maybe it's just my crappy connection. I'm in the mood for Merry and Kagrra. I have Kaggra so I only searched on Merry. Wanted to watch their PVs while waiting for my anime to load. I was listening to Merry's Calling. I thought it was a-okay. Then I decided that I'd prefer Kubitsuri Rondo. I was kinda lacking in hard music nowadays. I want something hard and good - not noise. However, Kubitsuri Rondo wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/6SPXxvmqsbbRVdVUx"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/6SPXxvmqsbbRVdVUx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1z6el_merry-blind-romance_music"&gt;Merry - Blind Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/-Japan-"&gt;-Japan-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to like Penicillin. I did not gave up, but when my HD crash on me..I had troubles re-downloading everything of theirs. Torrents won't move. As for the direct downloads, the songs and PVs are all scattered around. I had no time. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing on dailymotion, I accidentally click on X-Japan link for Crucify My Love. And now, I think I'm into hating them. Not sure why. Well, maybe not hate. Just that I felt I have totally lost interest in them. To begin with, there's only a few songs of theirs that I like - Crucify My Love, Forever Love, Kurenai, Rose of Pain. And now looking back, I think the musics I listen to are mainstreams. Or rather I would say commercialised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dislike watching PVs. There's reason for it. It looked fake. No matter how good their apparel is, their make-ups, and their hair-do, I hate seeing their lips while listening to the song. Fake fake FAKE. They're merely moving their lips while looking good. I'm more into live performance because that's when I can see them really singing. And I love to see them sweat. It symbolise that they're giving their best while singing. Although not many band that could really sing live (I'm applying this to Jpop and some Jrock), but live feels alive.&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/37161648-6533238490543317628?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6533238490543317628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6533238490543317628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6533238490543317628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6533238490543317628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep!!!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6268139370072393694</id><published>2007-08-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:19:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tempus sans ITC;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My current obsession...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RssZqm0qk4I/AAAAAAAAAME/RBcUbY5JXgY/s1600-h/0902_artc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RssZqm0qk4I/AAAAAAAAAME/RBcUbY5JXgY/s200/0902_artc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199222693860226" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RssZAW0qk3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/vSISDhQVGHY/s1600-h/0902_arta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RssZAW0qk3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/vSISDhQVGHY/s200/0902_arta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101198496844387186" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know most of you would be thinking something like "Is this Ginette?" or "Gan, is that you?!" Lols. Sadly to announce...yes, this is me. I am me. And I love Precious Moments. I got one of the keychain (which I find it expensive) but I really love it. I wanted to buy almost everything they have!! It's so cute, adorable, and lovely that I just can't help myself but fall in love with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was hoping someone could get me something from there. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6268139370072393694?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6268139370072393694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6268139370072393694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6268139370072393694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6268139370072393694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RssZqm0qk4I/AAAAAAAAAME/RBcUbY5JXgY/s72-c/0902_artc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2880237146324973584</id><published>2007-08-21T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:53:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am hooked to Romance of the Three Kingdoms anime. Myself was surprised for liking a history-based anime. On top of that it's Chinese history. After watching the first 6 episodes, I come to know how barbaric the old Chinese used to be. How corrupt they were. And how stupid the emperor is. Maybe not all, but the Luo Yang's emperor sure is. I'm also captured by Liu Bei intelligence. He could win war without killing. A strategic thinker he is. He burnt down all the enemys' food supplies in the night. As humble as he can be, he sure have a lot of patience and endurance. Knowing the barbaric and corrupted imperial audit is on the wrong side, yet he stills endure and appologises even though it wasn't his mistakes - just to protect the villagers. Let's see how it goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for General He Jin, as stupid as he can be, and his indecisiveness,  has caused his own death. Should he had listened to Yuan Shao to eradicate all the 10 eunuchs, he wouldn't have been dead. Serves him right. And there's Cao Cao who schemes endlessly. His prediction were about to come true - where he could take the position of Gen. He Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last night (or rather this morning) I was chatting with Chris. And the chat lasted until 5AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chris: I owe Angie a meal. I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go find her. She's always free for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I scared I'll get lost before reaching One U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Uh-huh. It's all the way straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chris: Your straight, very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: So dayo ne. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: But seriously, it's only one straight road. No turnings till you reach 1U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chris: Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(After a while)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Feel damn sad when you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: There's no one who's abnormal like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Excuse me, I'm nay abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's just that M'sian are boring. They sleep and wake at the time time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chris: Erm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2880237146324973584?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2880237146324973584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2880237146324973584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2880237146324973584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2880237146324973584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-hooked-to-romance-of-three.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-155499106028398510</id><published>2007-08-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:02:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romance of the Three Kingdoms anime!! Halt. Don't wander far. It's not a shoujo (love) anime. I would rather say it is a history type of anime. This is awesome. I've always wanted to watch but it takes donkey years to finish download. And AnimeTech don't sell the DVD.  My solution: &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;watch online&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=2663"&gt;ANN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-155499106028398510?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/155499106028398510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=155499106028398510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/155499106028398510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/155499106028398510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5205564914319351092</id><published>2007-08-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:19:28.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: How to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Uhm. All the way straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: Where from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: You know the Tesco's highway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: Okay. Call you if I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: DON'T!! Don't get lost. I won't know how to direct you here. You know...I always go home by intuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: Signboards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Never notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: Address?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Don't know. All I know is no. 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris: Amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he came over at 4AM yesterday. Interesting. Who would have known he really came. We both chatted on msn and decided that we were bored. We even played a few rounds in Yahoo Pool. I couldn't take it. My hand was aching. Hence the decision of him coming down (from Ampang). He went home around 6Am. And I only slept at 8AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: WAKE UPPPPP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Uhm... Uhm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: Hurry and wake up. Ako (aunts) will be late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Uhm... Uhm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: Going to 12 o'clock already. Wake up I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Took the alarm clock only to see its 10AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(After 2 hours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: Wake up! Can't you wake up early?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Uhm. Uhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: They're really late already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: There's so many people in the family who can drive...why me? I need my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: I say you go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up and took my own sweet time to bathe. Meanwhile, dad is still shouting for me. Who would wake up so early on Sunday? Definitely not me! And I even took my own sweet time for my breakfast. We left only at 1PM. I speed all the way down to Pudu. The bloody jam only start in Bukit Bintang. I was so furious I called Li Yen to hang out after sending my aunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reached Li Yen's place at 2.30PM and we went to Pyramid. The park there is a bitch, just like in MidValley. We had to round so many times. And...we ended up walking in Pyramid until 9.30PM. O_o PuiYee only joined us around 7PM to have dinner. Just before she arrived I ate wraps and tako-tako. I was quite full for dinner. However I was so tempted because we went to Ichiban Ramen and I love their Kimuchi friend rice so I ended up ordering. After sending the girls home (I'm always the drive when it comes to shopping with girlfriends) I went back to Ampang to fetch my brother to go home. What a tiring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached home about 12AM and my mum cooked for me. Fried rice (again). What's amusing is I ate 3 plates of it. Lols. All my calories are building up. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept the whole night, morning, and afternoon. I only woke up at 4PM today and ate my breakfast and went back to bed. Mum woke me up at 8PM for dinner. I went down to eat with my sleepy face and feeling grogy. Of course, dad never failed to nag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just finished downloading Devil May Cry ep 8 and Zombie Loan ep 7 in 20 minutes. I'm feeling really happy. I'm going off to watch them now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5205564914319351092?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5205564914319351092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5205564914319351092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5205564914319351092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5205564914319351092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/chris-how-to-go-me-uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5032078901007484294</id><published>2007-08-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:26:26.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest survey ever. Friendster don't fit hence the post here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Kissed someone on your top friends--&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Been arrested?--&gt; Sadly, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like?--&gt; Well it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: You like someone?--&gt; Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Held a snake?--&gt; Gawd I freak out when I see their tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?--&gt; I've always wanted to be, but I guess the teachers love me enough to cover up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?--&gt; Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?--&gt; Not that I remember of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Broken a bone?--&gt; Yes, on my right wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Shaved your head?--&gt; No, I have not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?--&gt; Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership?--&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?--&gt; Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Shot a gun?--&gt; Toy gun, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Donated Blood?--&gt; Can't do - not enough blood apparently. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. You hung out with? Alvin and Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. last person that texted you? Alvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. You were in a car with? My brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Went to the movies with? Burn, and only Burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Went to the mall with? My mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? My brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. You messaged on myspace? I don't have a myspace, mwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. You commented? Refer to question nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. You spent the night with? Myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. You hit? My brother for being uncivilised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. You talked to? My sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. You missed? My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. You IMed? Burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Eat or drink? --&gt; Depends, probably drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?--&gt; Funny and serious when I need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?--&gt; Whole, full cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Die in a fire or get shot?--&gt; Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Sun or moon?--&gt; Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Winter or Fall?--&gt; Both actually, just not summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Left or right?--&gt; Right. No, I mean left. No, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?--&gt; Rainy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Black/white or color?--&gt; Depends on the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Where do you live?--&gt; Sg. Buloh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Do you want to get married--&gt; If I find my soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?--&gt; Twirl. Who would cut?? weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Do You Cook?--&gt; Learning. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Current mood?--&gt; Sad + depressed = Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Kissed someone?--&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Been hugged by someone? --&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Held hands with someone?--&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Felt stupid?--&gt; Paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Been in love with someone?--&gt; No. Does love exists? Ohh...there's Joshua for me, and its one sided..ehhh to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Confirm your identity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am me. You are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. How many years have you been on the planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22 on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What are three phrases you use at least daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mummy", "what's your problem", "i'm bored"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Are you a survey addict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am, a victim of friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Do you have an online journal that you use regularly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Are you one of those people that are constantly applying lotion and/or chapstick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Name any mental disorders you have been diagnosed with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Ever freeze anyone's underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, not that I can recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Name one thing you only do/act like/wear/etc. because someone else thinks you should:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wore formal apparel for my graduation because that's the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Would you consider yourself random?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Do you have clothes hanging in your closet that still have the tags on them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Do you doodle all over your papers/homework/books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Do you write down phone messages/notes on your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. What do you think of those Kidz Bop commercials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never heard of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. What CDs in your collection are you ashamed to admit you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only purchase CDs that I like so I'm not ashamed of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Got any toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. And I find them uhm...yucky? geli? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you find that you rub off on your friends more, or vice versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;0050.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Does anybody really know what time it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unless they're insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Does anybody really care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Who sings that song, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Do you untie your shoelaces before taking them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not usually, unless I can't get my shoes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Ever have random hallucinations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, depends on the state of mind. Nothing major. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Ever take your pet for a walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, and she's getting arrogant nowadays. (Visual pet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Have you ever loved someone so much it made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. How much do you sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends. Sometimes, a little. Sometimes, a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Do you think staying at home and raising the kids is primarily "women's work"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, a chauvinistic view that I despise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. What do you think about gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't see anything wrong with it. And it rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. Do blondes annoy you in general?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far, only my brother annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Ever done illegal drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Define "illegal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do visualise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Yell at your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. Rather, it was a quarrel. There's a reason behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Compete with your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always the smartest one. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Think you got enough love as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure my parents gave as much as they could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Listen to pop music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Out of your own, what's your favorite lotion/body wash/cream/perfume/cologne/etc. scent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't use all things mentioned? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Why do fools fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because they're fools who can't be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Why is the sky blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aoi sora. Wakaranai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Did you know that your metabolism slows down at night; so if you have a midnight snack you will probably gain weight in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh? No wonder I put on weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. Are you going to have an open casket funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hell if I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. Do you bruise easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. I get bruised without knowing. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Does death fascinate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A handsome death yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. Ever dated someone five years older (or more) than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. Ever dated someone five years younger (or more) than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. What's with all the black rappers right now having such terrible teeth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. What was the whole "rosebud" thing all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. How many people do you think would come to your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No idea. Probably nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Are you wondering why I'm still on the death thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. Who said this: "Death, taxes, and childbirth. There's never a convenient time for any of them.":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Have you ever contributed to someone's death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I certainly hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. What Hollywood celebrity annoys you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uncountable. Should ask the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. What do you think about school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School rocks because I ponteng openly without being punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;College sucks because everyone speaks in Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;University gonna be fun? I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. Are you addicted to the internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Internet is heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. Do you have those little white vitamin deficiency marks on your fingernails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I do. Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. Dog person or cat person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anti-animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. What's your alcoholic drink of choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard liquor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. Is "settling down" a major priority for you (meaning; married, good job, spending your extra money on new curtains and mowing the lawn on weekends)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. Do you have a calendar/datebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. Was "Beaches" as good a movie as everyone says it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never heard of it so never watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. Physically, are you usually cold or warm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always cold. Weird. I think I'm cold blooded, warm heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. Socially, are you usually cold or warm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cold. But they said I'm warm. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. Ever been so depressed that you don't shower, do the dishes, clean up anything, answer your phone or move from your couch for more than a couple days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To begin with, I do not dishes not clean up anything. That aside, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. When you hear the scientific term "the big bang", do dirty thoughts come to mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, no. Dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. Do you ever walk by someone and they go, "how are you?" and you go, "how are you?"....and you keep on walkin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. The whites do that. I though they're friendly but my friend said they're horny. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Wouldn't you rather we all just avoid eye contact and not say anything at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. Because then we won't get to know more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. Ever do volunteer work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. Do you think community service should really be given as a punishment for criminals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. I think they should be hanged death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70. Do you shoplift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only always. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71. Ever worked so hard that you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No because that would be...stupid? Unless I got stupid bunch of members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. What if God was one of us? Have you seen God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. Who sings that song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. Are you old enough to remember the commercial with little old lady saying "where's the beef?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhm...more like I never watched any of the like  before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. Finish this sentence: "My kingdom for a/an ________.":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. Do you remember the Care Bear craze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved care bears when I was little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;77. How about when Oprah was fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. Remember Pogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I know off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. Remember when that gymnast sprained her ankle in the summer Olympics, 1996?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No because I only watch swimming and diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;80. Remember what you were doing yesterday at this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching porn. Lols. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. Do you love shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only if I could afford them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. What shampoo do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Head &amp;amp; Shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83. How do you feel right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84. Do you let dogs lick your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She can't even if I would allow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85. Do you subscribe to Playgirl or Playboy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysia is pretty f*cked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86. What are you doing right now besides filling out this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking why am I so shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. What year were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. Do you rule that year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heck yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. What's your hair length?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shoulder's length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;91. When did you get a cut/trim last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps two months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. Do you have hoity-toity relatives, or trailer trash relatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm, don't really mix well with any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93. Would you consider yourself to have an innovative mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Has an old man/woman ever flirted with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, old bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. Ever written a survey like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This long? First time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96. Would you ever consider dating someone who'd been in prison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael Scofield? Absolutely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97. Are you worth crying over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;98. Do you know anyone who's drowned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do know people who are afraid of being drown. Don't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99. Would you rather have a one-on-one conversation or go to a party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100. Do you feel better after purging all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5032078901007484294?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5032078901007484294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5032078901007484294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5032078901007484294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5032078901007484294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/longest-survey-ever-friendster-dont-fit.html' title='Longest survey ever. Friendster don&apos;t fit hence the post here.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5621689263402344661</id><published>2007-08-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:30:21.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soo into Dante!!! もっと もっと</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante-kun! Dante-sama! Can anyone be cooler than him? Anyone? I think not. I've finished all 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RsXjq20qk2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/3yV229zuvE4/s1600-h/snapshot20070816003724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RsXjq20qk2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/3yV229zuvE4/s200/snapshot20070816003724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099732478477374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;episodes of Devil May Cry, the last four episodes yet to be released.  I'm waiting anxiously. Will Dante have his weapon upgraded? Most unlikely...However, he's still cool.  I wish I was in the anime. I can hog him then (although I think it would be hard). I like it the most when he smiles - the cunning smile especially when he's about to defeat his prey (or more like part of his job). Devil May Cry is on my top list currently. Not only because of Dante but I personally like the CG and the musics. It suits well especially the opening song. It penetrated through my heart. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I finally learn to make pasta. Whoops. Guys who doesn't know how to cook is normal, but not girls? Why so? What makes the society thinks that a girl must be able to cook? That is so stereotype! Have they not heard of revolution? There are equal number of women who are as successful as men - or even more. Don't they know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; women are the source of income while the men do the chores at home? Guess not. I don't have any proof to that  but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; find it. Leave that issue aside, I cooked fettuccine this evening.  Erm creamy white sauce (whatever it is called) with my fettuccine. And I downed 2 plates. Hohoho. As usual, a big eater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I complained being bored to myself and my brother find it irritating because I was noisy. Urusai (shut up) he shouted. XD He then recommend a game for me to play on his Gameboy Nintendo DS. Not sure what it's called but it a game where you buy the dog and take care of it. Something like Tamagochi. So I bought a Siberian Husky, a dog with wolf breed. The reason I chose it because I got inspired in Wolf Rain. The wolfs are cool. lols. It's a female dog so I named her Iku (いく). It took a lot of my patience to train the dog and teach her tricks. I even had to bring her out for walk. And she poops around! Sheesh. Had to buy water, food, shampoo, and brush for her and it cost me so much. It was fun for the first one hour...then I got irritated. Haha. So I stopped playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's not fair? The elder brother get to have his collections of Gameboys (from Gameboy light to the current) while the younger one has his collections of Playstations (form PS1 to Xbox). While me...all I want is to have collection of gadgets, mainly mp3 players. But my mum wouldn't allow. Not that she allows them to have their collections but they just don't listen. There are so many mp3 players that I wanted. I could start from iPod to iRiver to Sony to Samsung and so many more (mostly Korean brands). I understand clearly that having one mp3 player is more than enough. On top of that its iPod, but I could never get enough of it. It's obsession. Like manga obsession, just that this one is pricey. A not-so-expensive-hobby if compared to both my brothers' collections. Oh well, I'm a good daughter who listens to her mum. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperado, why don't you come to your senses...I got so into this song. Especially while watching the scenes from Karei Naru Ichizoku. Takuya is so hwot. Though short, he's charming. Charisma he has it. Everytime he act, he got me attracted. Sometimes I was reluctant to watch his show...but I can't help myself. I just had to. And I got sooo attracted to him. Note: not smitten. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention before I wacthed Hideaki's Taiyou no Kisetsu? In the beginning I was very hesitant to watch it. I don't even like him in the first place. I have no idea why so many people are crazy over him. So I tried forcing my self to watch it. Just once. I like that drama. It was somehow good. Somewhat different than others. He was a pretty screwed up guy. He get close to the bank director's son to avenge for his dad. Meanwhile, he got to know this crippled girl who's into piano. He found her special because she was crippled yet strong. The music she plays remind him of himself, somewhat soothing and relaxing. I think that's the reason he fell for her. Anyway, he succeeded to take revenge...but regretted it because he had to forego that girl. But she was always there for him and supports him. and yadi yada yadi yada. In the end, he became himself, live for himself...after the girl died. Yesh, a heart-tearing drama. I wept uncontrollably when she died.  The ending was kinda abrupt. But it was still good. And I love the ending song - Kiseki. (yes, Hideaki sang it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....and I still don't find him attractive though he even took off his shift and was naked on his upper half. And he failed miserably in seducing me. XD XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5621689263402344661?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5621689263402344661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5621689263402344661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5621689263402344661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5621689263402344661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-soo-into-dante.html' title='I&apos;m soo into Dante!!! もっと もっと'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RsXjq20qk2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/3yV229zuvE4/s72-c/snapshot20070816003724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8616229150502804264</id><published>2007-08-17T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:33:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pissing me off. First it took me five minutes to enter the blogger main page to load. I had to refresh five times. It takes another five minutes to log in - two times refresh. And then another 6 minutes to enter here. They should just do something about it. Perhaps upgrade their server. Or maybe its Streamyx at fault? Sa na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Supposed to go out with YanWan for lunch but we had a lil miscommunication so ended up cancelled it as she has to catch her bus to Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you spell cancel (potong)..not that potong (cut)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it cancel? Or cancell? I believe its the first one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow...I was reading an annual report. UM Land. Cancel was spelt as cancell. Same goes for my ex-director. She used to spell cancel as cancell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I...did not manage to watch Ratatouille. I have no partner. *Hints at Burn* He 'cabut' away from me. I was told there isn't an cinema in Chicago and the nearest cinema is two-hour drive away... O_o....Amazing. And I thought Chicago is a city with many things....Well never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both my aunts are coming today, one from Singapore and another from JB. They came down for my grandma's (dad's mum) death anniversary. My dad did not manage to go..in his condition. Did I say my dad is paranoid? I think it's likely because he stayed home too long. Way to long~~~Everytime I tried to get my mum out from the house, he'll start complaining. Even when I was watching korean drama with her, he'll kept shouting calling for her. That's like so....possessive? Good thing he managed to turned my mum into a housewife (full time) but that's overdoing it. Not only did she have no time for herself she don't even have time for me! Mummy~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooohhh...my aunts are finally here. Dad's shouting for us to go down. I better make a move now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8616229150502804264?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8616229150502804264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8616229150502804264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8616229150502804264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8616229150502804264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8445137054801987942</id><published>2007-08-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:35:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a tiring day, yesterday is. I was awake at 10 in the morning and decided that I'll sleep for a while more. By the time I woke it's 12.30pm and its time for brunch. Later at 2PM, mum and I went to Maybank to buy bankdraft to pay for my accommodation. It took us less than 15 minutes to do so and my dad kept yelling at us for going out late. He estimated that buying international bankdraft would need about an hour. My foot. Anyhow, we then move on to Wisma MCA to collect my passport. I know its good to be dedicated to work, but the workers there are overdoing it. And I meant the guards, not those at the counters. And may I say they are rude! God will, everything went smoothly. Got my visa and I'm a very happy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next stop was at Times Square. I bought my luggage there - only one. I somehow think I would need another one but smaller though. Now all is left is to look for a backpack and presto I'm done. I could even leave anytime now. I wanted a Pakuma Akara K3 backpack but Malaysia do not carry the brand. It's only to be found in US and UK. How unfair!! Without realising, it is already 8 o'clock. Day passes by fast. We head to IKANO to order our curtains (yes there's still no curtains at our home). I thought it would be fast, but somehow it lasted until 10PM (note: we reached IKANO at 8.30PM). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached home ab0ut 10.30PM and I went to cook my own Maggie tambah telur - straight away. Somehow it didn't turn out good. I messed it up. Then my mum cooked another for me. Lols. Funny yea..Meanwhile I went to bathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came online around 11.30Pm or so, chatted with Burn, Alish, and Scot....and I felt asleep. I'm so sorry. I was very tired. I just wanted to lie on the bed and rest for a while but I ended up sleeping the whole night. A very tired day I must day. Never in my live I've chat until I felt asleep. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now, I'm preparing to go Ss15. Gonna have my lunch with YanWan. She's so gonna rip me off as I owe her a meal. Grrr~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8445137054801987942?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8445137054801987942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8445137054801987942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8445137054801987942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8445137054801987942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-tiring-day-yesterday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6722270661377503059</id><published>2007-08-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:36:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny or Fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are we destined to meet others? Or is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who makes it happen? Sometimes I agree to that people are destined to meet others. But whether or not they have fate depends on themselves. If there's not effort being poured in then destiny means nothing - NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today (August 14) is a day I'll remember. Maybe not for long. That's why I'm posting this. Lols. Do you think it's fated that you get to bummed into the same person for four times in a day? Or is it just plain coincidence? My heart rather believe its destiny but my mind is thinking the logic - coincidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to do my visa today. I took my number and scanned through the room to see who are applying for visa. This guy was talking. Although not loud it sounded firm. He talks confidently as if the whole world revolves around him, listening only to him. I couldn't get a peek at him as his back was facing me. 'Damn' I though. But I know...I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I like him. It was a spur of the moment, so perhaps its just infatuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for my turn is like being in hell. I was there around 11am, got a number 132, and they're serving customer number 55. I waited for a bit...No progress...A bit more, still no movement. Damn. I decided to leave to grab a bite and walk around. I went into the lift. A guy was standing right behind me. Looking at him, I wonder if he's the same guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 hours later I went back to the waiting room. It's only at number 84. It is moving really slow. It's starting to piss me off. I looked around...and I saw the same guy who's in the lift came in the room. AND he sat right beside me. My heart was beating fast. Reaally fast. We had eye contact and I smiled casually. I wanted to start a conversation with him...unexpectedly, he started it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moment he started talking...MY GAWD. It's him. The beer back guy. :p The one who talked firmly and confidently. I was overjoyed, so happy I was on cloud nine. It was just like the unexpected meeting with Glenn during New Year's eve. I decided not to screw up like how I did with Glenn. I cooled myself down and started a dialogue with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow he reminds me a friend of mine except that he was more friendly and knowledgeable. I find myself  so smitten with him. His gesture, his every words, and his every movement is clearly carved in my mind...but it could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-carved...(That's why I'm writing this down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...number 132, number 132...that'sme. I excused myself and went to the counter 2. I'm half way through except for he biometric thingy. As I walked back towards the seat, he was at counter 3. I waited for a while before I was called into the room for my fingerprints to be taken. And he's still not done yet. I went into the room, got my finger all printed on the screen and walked out back. I'm done. He's still not done yet. I decided to wait for him. I haven't even got his name! I waited for a bit more. Finally he's done at the counter. I told him I'm done and I asked for his name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joshua it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left without his number. I was hesitant to ask for it. As I walked towards the lift I was feeling uneasy. My heart is left unsettled. My dad then rang me and fired me (for some reason). I went back to get some stuff from the counter. I was hoping to see him while I was in the lift going up. Hoping he's still there so I could get his number. Ting! The lift door opened and I walked towards to room and he came out! Whoa...lucky. We chatted for a bit more before he left. I hate myself. I've let the opportunity slipped by. There goes...my potential love. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6722270661377503059?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6722270661377503059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6722270661377503059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6722270661377503059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6722270661377503059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/destiny-or-fate_16.html' title='Destiny or Fate?'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1585467821015600776</id><published>2007-08-15T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:47:37.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I. Am. So. Paranoi-a~~~~ I've finally received a reply from my University's accommodation. My bad for the last minute application. Instead of giving me what I've applied for, they offered me another choice. An off campus room, which is 10 minutes walk away from the university. It's slightly cheaper. However, it does not have an attach bath and the rent is not inclusive of electricity and water bills! Poof. I was sooo sad. I called up unite-students (private accommodation). It is also 10 minutes walk away from the uni but I do feel their offer is more attractive. Plus, it comes with an attach bath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;University accommodation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rent - £61.5 weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Electric and water - rough est of £20 a month. However, I need to discuss with my flat mates and negotiate how much I could use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Internet - provided by the university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laundry (machine) - £1.60/usage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Private accommodation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rent - £70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Electric and water - £350 (for the whole year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Internet - £28 monthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laundry - I could do it in my bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to take the private accommodation but my dad refused to my choice. He said the uni's accommodation is better as it is safer. How safe can it be? Because its OFF CAMPUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't it the same as being private? Just that it is affiliate with the uni. So please tell me...which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1585467821015600776?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1585467821015600776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1585467821015600776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1585467821015600776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1585467821015600776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/destiny-or-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1759287434187547113</id><published>2007-08-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:45:47.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I last watched a thriller movie. A good one that is. For this year, Disturbia is the one. That Transformers guy (whatever his name is) is good. He left a good impression in the Transformer. And now, back in Disturbia, I'm glad he did not disappoint me. A rising star I may say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kale (whatever his name is) was put under house arrest because he assaulted his Spanish teacher. Can you imagine being stuck home for three months, and not doing anything? No games, no television, and no music. Well I do - very well indeed. It suck to the core. Anyway, being bored, he started to observed his neighbourhood. He got suspicious with one of his neighbour, Turner. And so the story goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rumour spreading that there will be a Transformers 2, in 2009. That is two years from now. Is Megathron once again revived? Or is there some new enemy? I don't know because I don't watch the cartoon. All I do is anime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better go to slumber land before I start watching other movie. Oyasumi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1759287434187547113?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1759287434187547113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1759287434187547113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1759287434187547113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1759287434187547113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-while-since-i-last-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7343947616628160735</id><published>2007-08-13T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:26:18.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays off. I was surfing online from this evening to  find for software that enables me to write in japanese - as in it'll come out in Japanese words, be in hiragana, katakana or kanji. Voila! I got it, finally. とても うれし かった (I'm really happy). However, you must know the romanji in order for the words to appear correctly. I'm not sure if there's any grammar mistakes (above) because my Japanese guru is anime! No books no cd. Just plain anime. That's how I learn my Japanese. It's free and easy. However, I am considering to attend a proper class. My dad kept saying go for it. I heard that since Form 4 untill today. Whenever I went to enquire on the classes and pricing, he'll act don't know. Being poor is not a crime, not a sin, but it SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm off now to watch Disturbia. じゃ ね.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7343947616628160735?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7343947616628160735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7343947616628160735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7343947616628160735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7343947616628160735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hard-work-pays-off.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5918102024572857142</id><published>2007-08-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:20:28.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday is today. Sunday, it's the sun's day. Therefore I chose to stay home. However, today wasn't really that sunny. It was rather cloudy-the weather I love most. I cuddled myself in my comforter and  watch lotsa movie. But they're all Cantonese movie. I finally watched Infernal Affairs, after so long. Part 1 was the best among all. It was tricky and with suspense. It was good. A brain stimulating movie. But I never expected Tony Leung to die. Very unexpected. Usually, the good guy wins in the movie while bad guys either die or goes to jail. Lol. And I also heard many comments that this is a rip off version of The Departed. Just let me get this straight. I made some simple research. Infernal Affairs is original to begin with while The Departed was a copy version. Leonardo Dicaprio himself got permission from the director of the Infernal Affairs  so he can have the English version of it. The original version was filmed in 2004 while The Departed in 2006. I never watch The departed before so I don't know how good it is. All I know is it got quite a few awards for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went strolling around in the park with my sister today. Sadly to say, my area are full with old folks. I have yet to see any teens. Or maybe its just that my timing was off. But hey, I'm not out of it okay. Haha. Suddenly there was a downpour. So we hurried back home on our bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...nothing unusual today.  Same old same old boring day. Burn has finally left for US. I felt so empty. You know the saying good friends are few and far between. I don't think I'll be watching any movie in cinema from now on. I don't think I'll go back to Ampang as often as before. There's so many things I think I won't be doing. For a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friend, what I DO NOT need is a friend of convenience. To begin with, I don't save numbers that I'm not going to call/sms. It just occupy the space. I do, keep contact with everyone in my phone book. The thing is, people call me out of the blue to ask for favor. And I don't really remember them because of the lack of communication with them. Yes, them. Not one but a few. What they do is they would call, chat for a bit, and start asking for favors. What am I now? You call only when I'm needed? Sorry dude/pals, I don't go that way.&lt;br /&gt;I may have many friends. But close ones are countable. And you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed going for party. And the party that I'm referring to is clubbing. The last I went clubbing was few weeks back - which is last month. I met with a really nice lady, Angie. I was so into her. She's sweet, and straight to the point! Is what I like about her. At first, I thought she was afraid of me because I did told her I'm a lesbian. Next thing, she moves away from me. But before telling her that, I sorta forced her to give me her cell number. And the next day, I asked Chris to be my cupid. I told him she seems to be afraid of me. Chris then told me she's not. In fact, that night, all her friends there were lesbos. I go like 'cool....'. so we arranged up for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yen, I really need to see you! I wanna hug you. Misses you much. We haven't even talked for weeks already. Same goes to you Pui Yee!! I hate...those who are working. They never have time for me. They're all so dedicated to their work. And when I set off, you guys gonna blame me for not meeting you. Don't say I didn't tell, just that you guys were so hung up to your job.&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/37161648-5918102024572857142?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5918102024572857142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5918102024572857142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5918102024572857142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5918102024572857142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7165781992426588759</id><published>2007-08-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:41:29.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bored. I am. So, I'm downloading movies. Lots of it. I finished Jim Carey's new movie, The Number 23 in an hour. Bless the seeders! My speed were constant at 150kbp/s. Meanwhile, Fracture and Disturbia has still a long way to go. Connected to 2500 seeders and 1000 seeders respectively, the speed is volatile. It hit to as high as 80kbp/s and drop to 10kbp/s low. Seeders, c'mon, seed seed! Don't bored me to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still downloading The Twelve Kingdom. It has been 2 weeks already, but the download is stuck at 40% despite being connected to 53 seeders. And my assumption is these 53 seeders are international seeders. That is why the speed is sooo turtle. And Streamyx is behind all this. Because they throttle P2P, I have difficulties downloading from international seeders. And you know what...I don't think there's any Malaysian out there who can appreciate this kind of anime. As far as I'm concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family is out. I'm home alone.  Do you think I have the potential of acting in Home Alone 5? Lolx. I'm going off..to cook my yakisoba. I love yakisoba, with extra mayonnaise. Slurp slurp. Delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7165781992426588759?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7165781992426588759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7165781992426588759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7165781992426588759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7165781992426588759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6841592377612427122</id><published>2007-08-11T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:15:30.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday. Was. Fun. Me and Burn went to watch Rush Hour 3. Well there's nothing interesting on the storyline but the scenes are hillarious. Right from the beginning. Later, we went to Allegro for dinner. The last we went there was when we held that birthday party for the birthday boys and girls. And as usual, the food there never once dissapoint us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On our way to Subang, we were caught in the jam. Wonder what causes traffic at 9 in the evening? There was an accident...many cars involved...quite damaging...and the best part? The accident happen on the opposite lane!! Seriously, I just can't get it. What is so nice about slowing down on the road to watch the accident? Malaysian drivers...are blockheads. Why not just involve themselves in the accident instead of watching? That way they can even be involved in the argument. It's really stupid that our lane was jammed when accident was on the opposite lane. That is why Malaysia have this 'jakon' word. So people...please move on. It's none of your fooking business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt like going for bowling. It has been quite a while since my last game-with Burn. I'm so gonna miss him. Our gang are all scattered around. UK. US. Australia- Me &amp;amp; Chuan, Burn, Yaw. Among us all, Burn said I have the highest probability of not coming back to Malaysia. Not quite true. But it will be if..if...If that IF happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My handphone...has died on me. Nooo!!! It has served me for 3 years. I had it repaired twice, due to the 'ribon' problem. The ribon is the so-called wire that connects the phone and the screen. Anyway, I had my eyes on SE W880i, SE W660i, and SGH E900. I'm getting it. Either one. My budget should not be more than RM1000. Handphone prices will drop, eventually. Especially when there's a new model in market. Everyone told me to trade my old phone in. A NO-No to me. That phone...that phone has a very strong bond with me. Am gonna fix it, even if I get my new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I'm in the mood for Finale and Anemone by L'arc and also Shallow Sleep and Careless Whisper by Hyde. It's one of my favourita when I'm down/sad. I love listening to Hyde voice in this song. If you wanna know what I mean, listen to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, I'm feeling empty. Not sure why. Not sure why. Listening to The Cape of Storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you'll never notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the colour of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just as the storm clouds close in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here in the shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am pursued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until the ends of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;embraced....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6841592377612427122?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6841592377612427122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6841592377612427122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6841592377612427122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6841592377612427122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8249734821177542537</id><published>2007-08-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:55:43.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm exausted, both mentally and physically. I slept at 6 this morning and woke up at 9am, got ready and went out to bank to pay my bills. Yesh, credit card bills. Been using it without my dad's knowledge. Later, went to meet ChengYen at AsiaCafe for pool. It drains out my energy. Af the 4th game, I could barely hit the ball. Probably its because of my lack of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Sunway Pyramid. Holly. I got lost, at the parking lot and also in the mall itself. I couldn't recognise where I am when I took the lift. It changed so much. Not to mention even the tiles. And ohh Parkson has been renovated and it looks posh. ChengYen wanted to buy some birthday gifts for his friend and he needed my opinion. So I helped him out. However...instead of helping him out...i tturned out to be an eating event for me. I went to almost every single stall to eat. I repeat stalls, not shops. In case you got confused 'cuz I can't eat in every single shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..he did know what he wanted already for a gift. A CD Addict 2. Even I like it. Gosh. But that's one pricey stuff. A no-no to me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally...I know what type and exact model of HD I should get. I'm planning to go for 3.5" Sarotech Hardbox enclosure, with a 500GB Seagate Sata2 HD. This would sum up to about RM590. I hope the fellow could give me a better price.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing would be my obsolete model of RAM. A Kingston for Compaq, DDR-333, 1GB for about RM300. Yesh, that pricey because it's an obsolete RAM. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;So you see...money is indeed &lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Mum just told me that she'll [s]bring[/s]accompany me to Sogo tomorrow to buy my luggage. I think I would need 2 of it, which also means I will have to pay for the extra weight. God, please, I hope it won't cost too much. If it does, I would go broke before I reach Scotland. Yesh Scotland...I'm one step closer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8249734821177542537?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8249734821177542537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8249734821177542537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8249734821177542537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8249734821177542537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-exausted-both-mentally-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-16977766117280614</id><published>2007-08-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:33:32.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;What an uneventful day, today. I woke up at 10.30am, thinking that it's already 2pm, judging by the sun. So I thought I was late...hurried to the bathroom, took my bath and prepared myself. Once I'm done, I looked for my handphone to check the time. It's only 11.15am. Dang. Got bored, I watched Zombie-Loan online. Not a movie, it's an anime. Not bad. I'm only at episode 3 and ot myself addicted, I went to animesuki and download it to keep a collection of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum I was supposed to leave for KL at 1pm. Because of some misunderstanding, we left at 1.45pm. And grrr...jam! First time ever it has been jam ever since I moved in. Further front, I saw a garbage lorry with a camry stopping in the middle of the road. Jalan bapak engkau kah! Accident. Pity that Camry. I think this garbage lorry wanted to cut out but didn't notice the Camry beside, or he thought he was driving a big vehicle and the Camry would give way, either one, he scratched the Camr on the left. Front front to back. Teruk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway reached Pandan Jaya at 2.30pm, meet up with Burn and we took RapidKL to Lowyat. Ohh, it was my first time taking bus to that area ever since I got my car license. My plan was to upgrade my ram and buy an external hard disk drive. However, I was hit badly with one bad laptop politic news. There's no spare parts (original) for my model. Supposedly, my laptop model was released just to compete with other brands. In orther words, it's like a beta version. My model was V2133, which is in between V2132 and V2134. They bloody release it without having the thoughts of people upgrading them. Suppose if my laptop were to go 'kaput', I'm a goner. I'm so damn pissed. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the new Samsung phone. SGH F300, the model being advertised by Beyonce. It's really cool. I went to test it out yesterday with my mum. I really really like it. But...it's priced at friggin RM1499. 'Kononnya' promotion, they're giving a free bluetooth headset. I decided....to wait for the price to drop below a thousand to purchase it. But today, in Lowyat itself, I stumbled upon Samsung handphone shop. They're having this promotion wheer they sell SGH E900 for RM749, plus 1GB memory card. It used to be over RM1500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know...I know. My English today sucks. I can't type for good. I wanted to re-correct every single phrase and sentence...but I'm too lazy. I'm going off to watch Zombie-Loan!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-16977766117280614?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/16977766117280614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=16977766117280614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/16977766117280614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/16977766117280614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-uneventful-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2478256940181037126</id><published>2007-08-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:25:47.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm getting bored with Blogger. Just today, I've received an email from LJ (life journal) webmaster. I went to check out and it turned out to be a greeting message. As I was browsing around, I found LJ has more functions as compared to Blogger. It was pretty fun playing around with the options. I was wondering if I should make LJ as my manga directory. Maybe I should upload my manga and music there. Hmm...just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something to ponder on. I've been thinking today what it feels like to study after one year break. As it is, seriously, I hate studying nor I like working. But one thing I enjoy is to do assignments. I suck big time in exams but I score in my assignments. Daren said maybe I should try the American program, instead of sticking to British ones. Too late dude. Thinking again, the reason why I chose UK was because I can get to travel around Europe. Lol. How nice is that. Tell me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently, I'm reading the manga FAKE. It's a yaoi (boy x boy) manga. Halt. Don't wander to far yet. There's no any explicit scene or whatsoever. Just an ordinary guys' love. Something I could never comprehend. Why do guys hate guys who are gays? I find gays are cool. Honestly. Most of the gays I see and know are good looking (I mean it!) and tall!! Plus, they're all designers, which is nothing new to me. Just like guy who finds lesbians are turn on, that's how I felt about gays. Sorry I can't help it. Myself being a bi..it's just so complicated. I do, love gals. But I don't seem to have any luck with them. Because the moment I told them I love girls, they freaked out. Oh well...my luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt like contributing something. I've been downloading a lot lately. Okay, no. I lied. It's almost all the time. I wanted to donate through paypall, but I don't have a credit card. I want to donate through snail mail, but I doubt the safety. So how? I don't donate..I help. Help in forums, and would probably continue to help in editing. But I doubt I would have the time to edit, especially when classes are going to commence soon. So? I do nothing. A bloody leecher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2478256940181037126?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2478256940181037126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2478256940181037126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2478256940181037126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2478256940181037126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-getting-bored-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6681810914413837859</id><published>2007-08-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:11:01.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm close to explode now. I've been on a massive downloading from yesterday up until now. I'm somehow annoyed with myself. I've been so free for the past month yet I haven't been updating on my manga. And now, there's just so much to catch up. I also realised my links are expired due to inactivity. Basically, I lost all the manga that I've uploaded. And now, I might have to re-upload them again, which would take like forever with Malaysia 'broadband'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I'm so into Canto series. Don't know why. Maybe it's the influence of my brother and father. The elder brother is a drama addict. And he'll always buy those Canto series sold in LowYat. Ocassionaly I would sit and watch with him. Of course, the main attraction is the main actors/actresses. And my favourita would be Cheung Chi Lam. He's so cute, baby face, with his dimples. I'm so smitten with him. And while for my dad, he'll keep teasing me. Asking whether do I regret not learning Chinese when I was younger. I said no. If I did, I would end up like my brother, 'square'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the biggest procrastinator of myself. Not have I yet to do my visa, I have yet to book my tickets and also I haven't gotten any reply for my accommodation. Eleventh hour job kills. I have not even buy my luggage, my HDD, and also not yet upgrade my laptop. To me, upgrading laptop is the most important task right now. I can't possible go there with my 512Mb of ram and only 40GB of HDD, which now only left with 5GB. I can't possible survive, knowing that I'm an anime and a manga fanatic. And I'm also waiting to download my Prison Break Season 3 which would be aired in September. I'm glad I would be doing this in UK, as I heard I could even download and upload at the same time. Their broadband there must be fast. I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm going to continue catching up with my manga. Here I come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6681810914413837859?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6681810914413837859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6681810914413837859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6681810914413837859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6681810914413837859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-close-to-explode-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5990072052646859956</id><published>2007-08-03T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:09:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very familiar with the word 'bored'. Never I passes my day without the word 'bored'. And it has unconciously become a routine to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my iTunes to check out for a nice song, and now, I'm so into Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake OST, especially the track 'Wish'. The music pierced through my empty hallow heart. And now, I'm feeling it-how my body is reacting to the music. My heartbeat, my emotion, and my passion are in sync with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing in MSN and I found this daily tarot reading thingy. I'm asked to enter my name and pick three cards. And the results are as follow:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tarot reading for ginette:&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Touchstone&lt;br /&gt;Career&lt;br /&gt;Love: Temperance&lt;br /&gt;Touchstone: The World&lt;br /&gt;Career: The Hermit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Today, you’ll be experiencing a sense of adventure and great intellectual curiosity, dear ginette. Your sociable characteristics are coming out, under the influence of Temperance, and you are suddenly filled with a strong desire to get out of your daily routine, to do some traveling, or at least meet people. And why not? Give in to this whirlwind and quench your insatiable curiosity for everything new. Get out and discover the World! After all, the old motto still holds: Seize the day! At work, prepare to be confronted by requests from all sides: clients, co-workers, the boss…Unfortunately, with the Hermit as your guide, you’re not inclined to react favorably to these demands. On the contrary, you’re in a taciturn mood and prefer to remain stubbornly alone and move calmly forward at your own pace. By acting this way, you risk missing out on some good opportunities or excellent advice – what a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm not working so what the heck. I'm hungry. I'm going to cook myself udon. It's my fifth meal for the day. I'm putting on weight. My jeans don't fit me anymore. My face is blotted. And I think I'm gonna need a new wardrobe. Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5990072052646859956?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5990072052646859956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5990072052646859956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5990072052646859956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5990072052646859956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-very-familiar-with-word-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4742513645175329733</id><published>2007-08-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:36:17.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've tried to blog, everyday. But as I was blogging, I realised I'm not good with words. I can't seem to arrange or put my thoughts into words. I'm a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been this empty space in my room, which I was planning to put my study table at. After giving much thoughts, I've decided to put a cool sofa instead. A bedroom is not supposed to be a studyroom. I saw a nice sofa from Cavenzi, and its priced at RM299. It's quite cool, with an Italian concept. It's one long seat sofa, without headrest. But its ok 'cuz its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go to KL tomorrow. Have a few things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;1) Post my reply to Leicester University;&lt;br /&gt;2) check to see if there's any letter from Starthclyde;&lt;br /&gt;3) to do my visa;&lt;br /&gt;4) book my air ticket from STA;&lt;br /&gt;5) to take my payslip from MV;&lt;br /&gt;6) to take my remaining CD-R in my old house;&lt;br /&gt;7) and to hangout with Burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching a Canto series, Cold Blood Warm Heart. I remember Miss Kat used to say I'm cold blooded because I always wore a sweater to her class, despite the weather. Anyway, it's a really good series. Many twist and turn, its so good yet depressing and frustrating. And...I find myself smitten with Chi Lam (that's his name, according to my bro). I dare not say he's a good actor, yet. But he's so cute. I was surfing to find his pictures online, back then and now, there isn't much difference. He's got a baby face look, with his dimples. Gosh, I'm so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because my thoughts are so random that I find it tough to put into words. That's all for now. I'm going to continue my series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4742513645175329733?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4742513645175329733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4742513645175329733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4742513645175329733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4742513645175329733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-tried-to-blog-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-219049785249961686</id><published>2007-07-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:48:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one thing about j-pop that I dislike about is the guys voices. They sounded girlish, so girly it makes me shiver. I was watching Music Station this evening on Animax. Dammit, they are all pretty boys with girlish voice. And dammit, why do they need 8 members in a band, and on top of that, only 2 main singers. I came to a conclusion that this pop bands depends on their look to be famous. Just my two cents. But I can't tolerate that. When you create a band, dammit, do create good songs, not good looks. I despise that, so much that I felt like grabbing their long hair and give them all a taste of my fist. Wooo...Lol. It makes me realize, these pop bands are so commercialise. Okay, forget about what I said. POP...is supposed to be commercialised. I feel sad. Most, or should I say majority of japanese music fans listen to pop bands. The band with good looking guys dancing all over for them and sounded like girl band. The more I'm on about it, the more frustrated I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on episode 22 for Meteor Garden. Dammit. This is friggin dragging. I know, they follow exactly (or almost alike) the manga. But they could've cut away the unnecessary scenes.  This Jerry guy is spoiling my Domyouji image. Him and his sleveless shirt all the time. It's bloody faggot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like banging his head on the mirror so he could have a closer look of how faggot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; he looks like. Jeez. And the girls are drolling all over of him. I don't get it. Wakaranai. Since Jerry had almost spoil my Domyouji image, I decided to take up reading the manga, all over again. I could even remember almost every sentences by him. I live with my fantasy. Leave me alone.  I don't friggin need anyone to remind me that he's only a character in a book. Now..it reminds me of Tamahome and Miaka. How sweet. I wish I could be like them. Should you need to say anything about this, keep it to yourself. I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm going off to continue reading. I was reading it halfway and I felt the sudden urge to blog. Hence my present here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-219049785249961686?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/219049785249961686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=219049785249961686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/219049785249961686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/219049785249961686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-thing-about-j-pop-that-i-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4423570177629784773</id><published>2007-07-19T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:27:44.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hopeless. Forever I'm complaining about being bored. And I start stalking people around me till they're afraid to answer my call. Wonderful! I've been on a marathon, japanese series marathon. Notice why I didn't call it japanese drama. Because drama sounds depressing. And its for aunties (according to burn). Hence the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was freaking myself out in search for accommodation in Scotland. I forgot, I haven't hand in my application for the accommodation, and I'm almost running out of time. There is no exact deadline but I'm expected to submit by September 1. I'm taking way much of a time in decided where to stay. I couldn't make up my mind. The rooms are charged on weekly basis. There are two types of room; the normal and en-suite. I wanted en-suite so much I kept bugging my dad but he refused me. It costs 82 pounds per week and he said he could only provide me the normal room which is going for 65 pounds. Both are located on campus. I need a bath, I really do. I need to do my laundry, and I hand wash them. I have a friend over in Liverpool and he told me it cost him 55 pounds for an en-suite room. Its bloody unfair. I'm paying so much more without an attach bath! Then again, I had no choice because I couldn't get hold of any agency for private accommodation. This is pissng me off. Imagine, I could have save the extra and go for holidays instead of paying a bloody sum of 65 pounds, with bath. I'm stressing it again. And..I still haven't decided whether to stay in campus or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell during the whole week but I couldn't bring myself to. So many things had happened. Sad ones that is. But, if I were to talk about it, it'll be a never-ending post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Ampang today to pack my remaining stuffs there. And yet, I couldn't manage to bring all. I'll make another trip. As I was packing, I noticed, I had way too many mangas, which simply cost over thousands of ringgit, perhaps 3 thousands. Yes, that much. Back then, I was obsessed with buying manga. And I'm talking about the English version of manga released by Vic Media and TokyoPop. And you know how bloody expensive a book cost, RM34-40. I could open a mini library for those who can't read Chinese comics. Like me. Lol. Then, I came across my anime collections, the bought ones. Ahah. Should I add another thousand? Around there. i was so obsessed with anime that I actually went to work in AnimeTech. Did I mentioned how I got the job? I went in to enquire for vacancy posted outside, and the supervisor told me to list down a few animes that I watched. As I listed until the third anime, she stopped me and asked when could I start. It was that easy. Myself were surprised. Later on when I started working, I asked why did she decided to hire me. And she said it's because she has never heard of the three animes that I mentioned. It's funny. Because that three anime was famous or almost famous: Samurai Champloo; Ghost in the Shell; and Fancy Lala. That was back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have issues with lady being my boss or supervisor. I could never get along with them. When I was working in AnimeTech, for the first month, it was alright. The following month, she transferred me into the storeroom to pack the dvds. The reason she gave was I talk too much to customers. But hello, that is what I called customer service. And I even get my regular clients coming back to me. I wanted to stay there longer, but I can't take it from her anymore, so I quit at the end of the second month. Then in 2005, I worked in Timberland. I had the same problem as well, with my lady supervisor. I'm not bragging, but I was the second top sales there. To hell with ladies bosses. I quit right at the end of first month. My manager told me to work till January but I refused to work, especially with the lady. I'm close to cursing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored when I finish all the japanese series by Nagase Tomoya. OMG, he's simply hot and gorgeous. I felt closer to him each time I watch his series. He's so good, so good that I almost forgot he's acting. His character in all his movies are almost similar. I pressume its because that's how he is. I can't get over him. I want him all to myself. I heard an article about him going to wed Ayumi Hamasaki. So shittified. I was so heart broken. But then again, it's only rumours. I want to believe in it. Ohh so when I finished his series, I was dread bored and surfed in the sigte to find for a new series. And I came upon a Taiwanese series. See how desperate I am. It doesn't matter that I can't understand, because there's english subtitle. It's called Meteor Garden I. I supposed its an old series because I saw many comments for the last 6 months. At first, I found it weird. The storyline is almost or exactly the same as in Hana Yori Dango manga. I went and search on Wikipedia and to my surprised, it is based on the manga. I'm now at episode 4. DaoMing Si (or rather Jerry) is not good in it. He doesn't have any expression. All he does is shout. She's supposed to show a grim face. But he's expressionless. I'm disapointed. It spoils Domouji character. Well, just my two cents. I believe man of his fans will shot me commenting on him because I saw all comment like "Jerry is so damn gorgeous" or "I want him to kiss me" or "omg, i love you so much vic". Ahh well Vic is another story. He really can act Hanazawa Rui's character. These people comments are so lame. Lame-o-lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4423570177629784773?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4423570177629784773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4423570177629784773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4423570177629784773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4423570177629784773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-397847550063812935</id><published>2007-07-08T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:17:38.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been very bored these few days. Watching too much of drama. I think I'm becoming an old auntie. I've managed to finish GTO, Hotman 1 and Hotman 2 in 3 days and 2 nights. That is right, two sleepless nights. Don't ask how and why. I'm just plain crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Burn went to watch Transformer for the second time in the cinema, GSC this time. Holy crap. It was so cool. I still can't get over those autobots, especially Bumblebee. Mikeala is so hwot. And so is soldier Lennon. Any chance we'll watch third time? There will be. :) And I'm awaiting fro Rush Hour 3. Chris Tucker seem to put on some weight. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the photos from Burn. We-Burn, BS, and myself went to The Curve last month. We first went for lunch at some Thai food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RpBjk3wrrhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HI9-O1UVQKc/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RpBjk3wrrhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HI9-O1UVQKc/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084673464395869714" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gin and BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ms. BS only called to hang out with us on the day she's going back to Malacca. It's always been like that. And I think I'm such a nice person to go out with her because of her last minute notice. She never change. Never. And as we walked around, they have this uhm car roadshow to promote transformers(i think). I was dared by Burn to go ask for balloon from Mr. Clown. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RpBi1HwrrgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/grX-mkqBurk/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RpBi1HwrrgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/grX-mkqBurk/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084672644057116162" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is when I went and asked for the balloon. The kids were staring, they were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn was scaring me because I thought he was taking videos of me during that time. And honestly, all the kids were staring at me. But hey, who said balloons are only for kids? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-397847550063812935?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/397847550063812935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=397847550063812935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/397847550063812935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/397847550063812935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-very-bored-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RpBjk3wrrhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HI9-O1UVQKc/s72-c/DSC00146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1307165190066283312</id><published>2007-07-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T02:30:36.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sad. I am really sad. Not because I'm isolated. Well, that's part of it, but I'm sad because I never expected Yasha to have that ending. The reason I even picked this drama up was because of Hideaki Ito. He's the main character and he's good-looking. And after watching, he's not just a guy with looks, but his acting skills show it all. Well I don't watch a drama if the sypnosis isn't interesting enough to caught my attention. I really wan to tell what is Yasha all about. But I'm not good with words. I can only talked it out, not write. Sad isn't it? I don't know why. Somehow I felt that writing can't express what I want to express, even though is just like a story telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I'm actually stealing wireless connection from my neighbour. Cool isn't it? I've been streaming videos the whole day, and it's pretty fast. I'm thankful to have such generous neighbours. Either wise, I'll be so dead at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden crave for sushi. I don't know why. Been longing for it. I want to eat Tempura Udon, hana maki, tempura cheese crepe, inari, tamago,  sake, golden ball, and many many more! I don't really care if I gain weight. Because anyhow, I am gaining weight now. I can feel my but grew bigger, and fatter because my pants felt tight at that particular area, also my waist. I called it prosperity. Do you know how many African people out there craving for food? Or maybe Zimbawe? I do feel lucky to have the chance growing fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Gensomaden Saiyuki, I'm sooo hooked to it. Love Sanzo-the corrupted monk. I'm listening to Wild Rock now. And damn, I wanna watch it-again (for the fourth time). I have the whole three seasons of Gensomaden Saiyuki. Thank God I used to work in AnimeTech and I got 30% off it. Coolios. Speaking of working in AnimeTech, that was the easiest interview ever. I went in to ask for vacancies because I'm so interested in anime. The supervisor there asked if I watch anime, and I said 'atarimai'. She looked blank. So I said yes. She asked if I could tell her what are the anime, and I started giving her my list: Fushigi Yuugi; Marmalade Boy; Gundam Seed; Ghost in the Shell; Initial D; Gensomaden Saiyuki. And she stopped me right away after Gensomaden Saiyuki and asked when I could start. It was that easy. I was overjoyed to get the job. It was tough because I got picked by her somehow because I talked to much to the customers. But that's part of the job scope. Providing information to customers. That a lil too long conversation often because they asked how come I know so much. Doh. You have the world wide web. So utilize it. This was back in 2004, October-December. My semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually many types of anime fan. Some just watch and that's it. Some would even know the seiryuu of the character. Some would even critic-like movie critic. As for me, I would want to know everything, well most of it. I would want to know the seiryuu of the character, the actual time and day it will be released(both dvd and online), the director of the anime, the songs, basically all. Lolx. One info missing, I promise I'll turned the net upside down to find it. And you know what? I'm actually proud to be called as an otaku. Many people fear the word 'otaku'. I read this somewhere. 'Otaku' come from a real life story. There's this guy who loved anime so much that he also watched hentai (porn anime). Being so obsessed with hentai, he actually went out and rape those gals. Those are as in randomly. Slowly, it became a serial murder rape. Yes, he kills them after raping them. So the police were tracking him down. This guy died, but I can't remember how. It's either he was found by the policemen and got shot or he was so obsessed with the porn collection that he just died like that while watching it. Anyway, the policemen found a hell of anime and hentai dvds in his house. Since then, he's been labelled as otaku-freak or anime freak. That is why, the Japanese fear of the word otaku. I read this in some Japanese based magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1307165190066283312?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1307165190066283312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1307165190066283312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1307165190066283312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1307165190066283312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4001899260072819376</id><published>2007-07-01T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:02:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, the day I hate most. It means I have to go home. Remember about me saying trying to make some sense to my  dad? Well, that didn't work out quite well. Before I could finish my sentence, which I assumed he pretty much know what's it about, he started shouted. Damn. It's really depressing. Really really depressing. He won't let me live by myself. I'm doubting the idea of him sending me to UK. I'm thinking again, will he really send me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've managed to unpacked most of my stuff in the new house on yesterday. I've only got 2 boxes of stuff and my sis have 5 boxes! I was like what the heck. What did she brought along. Later after unpacking, I went back to my old house. I've got date with Sus and Rin. Again, we went to Aloha. Although I must agree that Aloha is packed with all Chinese, but I just can't resists the music there. Me no like trans, no techno. So we went in with Shawn's (the dj) help, and he even find a bodyguard for us!  And introduced us to some of the waiters. That's so nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs first. I think you call it velvet? Nevermind. And I got freaked out. This bunch of foreigners, God know where are they from, was grabbing my head, then hugged me. I was like what the heck. Sus quickly pushed me to the front so I got lose from him. Sus said he's drunk, so don't look at him. As we went up, the followed us. Frigging scary. Now, I felt insecure without a guy's accompany to the club. I blame it all on Lee! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up. Another crazy Chinese fellow. He kept showing his index finger to me and I don't know why. I supposed to break it? He's not handsome, so I don't give a damn bout him. Lol. But he's like a lost soul kept pestering me. Many times he offered me drink and I refused.&lt;br /&gt;Then this dj, Sam Chiko (according to his name card) was supposed to throw t-shirts for us to grab. But he didn't. He let them come and take by themselves. Heck. That's not fair. I want the t-shirt too! But I managed to get the cap though. It's POKKA's cap. The green tea brand I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted this cute look-like-Persian guy. And when I say cute, he's really cute. But...okay, let's keep aside the height problem. I seriously have problems with a guy's height. I'm so into tall guys. When I say tall, just just taller than me. But he must be at least 175cm. Then again, I kept reminding myself that this is Malaysia. Tall guys are rare. Thank you. Okay back to the topic. He was staring at me. That's what I felt. Then when I looked, yes, he is staring at me. I turned away and sat on the sofa. Tired. And when I looked back at him, I'm positive he's staring. So I smiled at him, and he smiled back. That's when I spotted him cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, last Friday, Burn and I went for the Transformers. Gosh, it's so frigging awesome. Even I who don't watch the cartoon is so in love with the movie. I'm going for second round. Weehaaa. I'm so into Bumblebee. He's so cool. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I'm stressing again, I hate Sunday because its a sun day. Me and Burn planned to watch Die Hard 4.0 and Transformers, again. Yes, I'm so in love with the movie. Went to Times Square to buy the tickets, and we left the counter with sad faces. Both movie tickets were SOLD OUT! Crap. I forgot, it's weekends. So we went to MBO to buy tickets. My face shines when there's still good seating for Die Hard. Unfortunately, Transformers were sold out, except for the front seating so we didn't take that. MBO, the next best choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard 4.0 is so cool. My hero will always be my hero. Bruce Willis is so cool. I still don't find him old to be in any action movie. Still fit! Heheh. I'm about to do something illegal now. I'm going to download the first three movies of Die Hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4001899260072819376?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4001899260072819376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4001899260072819376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4001899260072819376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4001899260072819376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-day-i-hate-most.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-132862958046285867</id><published>2007-06-29T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:06:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm constantly blogging twice a day. I'm bored. And I kept repeating myself. I'm officially moving tomorrow. I feel sad. Because at that area, there's no buses, no taxis, no lrt, no putra, no ktm, no nothing! I kept making some sense to my parents but it's a total lost. I don't understand. Seriously. I'm 22 and unemployed. What's even sadder is I'm still living with my parents. I needa get out. I wanna live by myself. It's not like I hate my parents nagging me, but I felt the need to be independent. I don't wanna stay under my mother's sarong anymore. So help me out. What should I do to make them understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. But I'm not satisfied. I wanna fight until the end. I want them to allow me living myself. I don't need them to send a penny to me. I'll &lt;s&gt;work my ass of it&lt;/s&gt; my way through it. Thinking of this, I wished I could fly off earlier. So I can get outta here ASAP. I have no one in Scotland. Many asked why would I still want to go there. That's the whole point. I wouldn't have chose Scotland if I have contacts there. The whole purpose of leaving Malaysia is to have a new circle of friends. I might experience culture shock or maybe even discrimination, but it's alright. I'll work through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm not planning to come back. Well I haven't told my parents about it yet. They're assuming I'll come back and stay with them after I graduated. I have my own plans. Upon graduation, I'm allowed to work in Scotland for 2 years-any job. So in these two years, I'll try to get a job there and apply for PR. Well, to be honest, Scotland isn't really where I wanna live in. I guess you guys know pretty well yea. Yes, Japan. Even though, my dad has banned my plans to study in Japan, but I still can't give up of that place. Mada mada dane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. It's 7p.m. I need to get ready. I'm going to watch my long awaited movie - Transformers!! WooHooo. And best, it's gonna be in Imax. I went and bough the tickets on Monday. Yay. Off I go. Mada ne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-132862958046285867?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/132862958046285867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=132862958046285867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/132862958046285867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/132862958046285867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-constantly-blogging-twice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7093271037897227190</id><published>2007-06-29T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:54:56.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghz!!! I just felt the need to shout out. Pardon me. I did some packing last night. I packed my books and clothes. My parents are complaining that I have waay too many clothings. Plus, they saw me buying a few new ones last week. They shouted at me. Damn. How can they say I have many clothings? Because I can hardly find something to wear. And no I'm not kidding. My wardrobe are basically filled with t-shirts and jeans. Normal and simple apparel. After being nagged, I got fed up and decided to stop packing. I'm easily annoyed. When I'm already annoyed! What the hell am I talking about?? The heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I woke up this morning and found this Sony catalogue on the table. Great. I've got something to see...sounds pathetic? Not. Because I love looking at gadgets. I had my eyes on their mp3 players. Players, plural. So yes, a few of the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is NW-E010 series. There are 5 colours for this - black, violet, pink, blue and gold.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoR0f3wrreI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G6ZVNsG8658/s1600-h/pa0517_b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoR0f3wrreI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G6ZVNsG8658/s320/pa0517_b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081314370473668066" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think its pretty nice with the dimension of 82.9x22.4x13.6(mm). How can anyone resists this? Plus its only 28g. I think you can hardly feel on it. Moreover, it have 30 hours playback with just one hour full charge. What's in the player? It consists of 3-line colourful display, clock display, home menu display and also jacket search display. The jacket here refers to the album cover. Yes, so it's basically like an iPod nano, but it's so much cheaper. I'm eyeing for the 2GB which is going for RM399.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is the NW-S700F series. This is Sony's first built-in noise cancelling walkman. Consisting of 3-line colour OEL display, 50 hours&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoSBknwrrfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MxCrcttAOK0/s1600-h/nw-s705f-vm_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoSBknwrrfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MxCrcttAOK0/s320/nw-s705f-vm_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081328745729207794" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playback, jog shuttle operation, FM tuner and direct encoding, this is the advance model of the NW-010 series. I'm very attracted to it because it can seal off external noise. How does it work? They have this built-in microphones in the headphone buds that can detect the surrounding noise. The noise cancelling circuit then analyses ambient noise and generates inverse wave. The ambient noise wave is cancelled by the inverse sound wave, which results in clear audio experience. The 2GB player cost RM599.&lt;br /&gt;So which should I get? I asked my mum. Again I got nagged. Well it's true I have my iPod vid. But I want that Sony mp3 player!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to mention, I'm also attracted to some of their video cams. Damn. Its pissing me off that I can't afford to get all of those. Burn once said, want is not a necessity. True but I still can't help it. I have to get my hands on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Pictures courtesy of www.sony.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7093271037897227190?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7093271037897227190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7093271037897227190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7093271037897227190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7093271037897227190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/arghz-i-just-felt-need-to-shout-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoR0f3wrreI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G6ZVNsG8658/s72-c/pa0517_b+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7642649614126362156</id><published>2007-06-28T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:53:26.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dying from heat! It's so friggin hot here. But I refused to turn on the air-cond because I care for the ozone. I really do okay! Although I may not look like one who does. Find it intimidating? Don't. Because that's my nature. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand under the blazing sun, I've decided to do my laundry. My clothes are piling up, and I have nothing left to wear. And best part, Sus is coming back. More reason to do my laundry today because We'll be going out tomorrow! Weehaaa. I just got a message from Sus this afternoon. She's coming back and invited me to lepak tomorrow. My days are very lonely without her around. I missed her a lot-her bubbly personality (note:you can call it sewel). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, what is blog all about? I have some who say that they blog about their personal life. But how personal is that personal they're referring about? Will they tell out every single things that happened? Or maybe only to some extent? Many atimes I wanted to express out all my personal feeling, but i restrained myself. While typing, I did type out everything that happen in the day, but after reading it, I had to edit. Hell no, I can't post them here. So what do I do? I print it out and keep in a file...You think I really did that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noo...&lt;/span&gt; After expressing, I just erased it. Lame. But who cares. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I just finish downloaded Devil May Cry from AnimeOne fansub. Have anyone watched it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoOBHnwrrdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qF2uiCGZuFU/s1600-h/snapshot20070628173315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoOBHnwrrdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qF2uiCGZuFU/s320/snapshot20070628173315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081046772536290770" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never mind. I think I'm the only one here who watch anime. OMG...I'm so smitten with Dante! Their graphics are really nice, and the music came in at the right time. Dante might look tough and hard-hearted on the outside, but he's actually a very caring person. Gawd, I'm just glad that this game is being made into an anime. Because I'm not much of a game person. I'm looking forward for the next episode. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been listening much to English musics. Everyone's giving me this one kind of look. And they asked "What's up with you and the English songs? I thought you're only into kamikaze??". Actually, the whole reason of me listening to whites is because I'm going to the UK soon. I thought it's a good idea to brush up my English. Lolx. Secondly, it's so pathetic that the clubs here don't play Jap music. Should there be a club that plays Japs, I would go everyday! I kid you not! And what's even sadder is that, so far, I haven't see any Jap group tour here in Malaysia. Think not many Malaysian listen to Japs? Well you will have to re-evaluate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is willing to invite me out? I think not. I'll take a nap. A hot nap. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7642649614126362156?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7642649614126362156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7642649614126362156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7642649614126362156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7642649614126362156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-dying-from-heat-its-so-friggin-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoOBHnwrrdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qF2uiCGZuFU/s72-c/snapshot20070628173315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-57597965056292777</id><published>2007-06-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:37:45.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Quite a few. Donna, SiaPei, LeeYee and Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2) What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Duh! Sleeping of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3) What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Checking on Friendster. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4) What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I used to have a good answer for this, but I can't remember now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5) What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Shanice!!!! (I was shouting actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6) How many different things did you drink today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Only water. My body needs hydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7) What color is your hairbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Uhm, it's wood and brown in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8) What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;My drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9) Where were you last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Out with the gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10) What color is your front door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Grey-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;11) Where do you keep your change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Everywhere convenient. Seriously. I even found four RM5 notes in my pocket few days back. God knows how long it's been in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12) What is the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Hot. Hot. Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;13) What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I'm a choc maniac. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;14) What is something you are excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I'm awaiting for Prisoin Break Season 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;15) Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I really do. In fact, I want it shorter but Micheal wouldn't allow. (note: he's my hairdresser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16) Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wish I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;17) Do you talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I'm more of a listener than a talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;18) Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;19) Do you know anyone named Francis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Franky, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;20) Do you make up your own words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I think I did, uncautionsly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;21) Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I do envy...but jealous...I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;22) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Alish. Missing you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;23) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "K"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;24) Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;The last was Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;25) What did the last text message you received say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I don't remember. And my cellphone is lying somewhere I don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;26) Do you chew on your straws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;27) Do you have curly hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Frizzy hair, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;28) Where is the next place you’re going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;My room. To bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;29) Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Ahh. When I was working, one of my colleague need my help to call one of his customer. She's a year older than me. And heck, the rudest among the rude people I've ever known/see. Matha-fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;30) What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Rice with potatoes and scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;31) Is marriage in your future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Yes actually, if I found someone I like, and he must be richer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;32) What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;None so far. But I'm dying to watch Transformers and Die Hard 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;33) Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I like everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;34) When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Erm...never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;35) Are you currently depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blogthings tested that I'm 48% depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;36) Did you cry today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;37) Why did you answer and post this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Because I was reading Elizabeth's blog and I found this. Ahh something to do to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-57597965056292777?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/57597965056292777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=57597965056292777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/57597965056292777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/57597965056292777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-name-one-person-who-made-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6351568710999828333</id><published>2007-06-27T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:36:48.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Bloghtings, I am a depressed person. And my level of depression falls at 48%, which where I'm under the category of mild depression. However, it also states that I do not need help. But I want help. Anyone would kindly assists me in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoJPg3wrrbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KSJfrSB5YgA/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoJPg3wrrbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KSJfrSB5YgA/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080710755769888178" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last night I went out for a drink with the bunch of gals, namely Donna, SiaPei and LeeYee. You will never believe what's our conversation was all about. Marriage and kids. Take that. However, it got me thinking. Thinking of whether I would want to get married or not. And I came to a conclusion. That is, I'll get married when I found someone richer than me. I told Burn about this. He got shock when he heard this. Being a finance student, I count wealth! Lolx. Why so? So when I marry that someone richer than me, I'll make him will all his properties to me. Then I asked, what is the possibility of your sister thinking the same way as me? And he say....exactly the same! Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when I want someone to go out with, there's none. And when I found an activity for myself, others start calling to ask me out. Something is wrong somewhere. Lee called last night when I was hanging out with my girlfriends. I was really tempted to go out with him. Then again, thinking I haven't meet LeeYee for quite some time, I told him next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Hot Fuzz. But Burn is not around. I'm eagerly waiting to watch Transformers and Die Hard 4.0. Owh, when reading the newspaper, I flipped through the Star job classified. I saw a few data entry post that reads" home base job". I want to try. I need something to do to kill time. And above all, I need cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone watch Air? The anime AIR. I have to say, it's a very sad anime. The tears falling from my eyes is like the rain falling from the sky. It's actually a two-era anime. Not the best, but it's good enough. I would rate is 9/10. Seriously. The first anime that gave me a long good impression was Samurai Champloo, followed by Air. Next was Cowboy Bepop. I have to say I love the story. Plus the musics are so cool and funky. Evey anime that I discussed here are very shallow. Somehow, I can't express my love for anime through writing. I have to tell out, personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alish, I missed you dearly. I haven't seen you in one whole year! It's sad that Liverpool did not accept me, else we'll be like next to each other. What sad me more is I got rejected by Edinburgh. Arghz. There goes all my plans and dreams. Did I tell you that I'm taking flight straight to London instead of dropping by at Manchester? Because I have quite a lot of luggages. What am I bringing along? Basically my whole wardrobe. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection has never been more sucky. I got disconnected every 12 hours. What the hell is wrong with Streamyx. I can't even do a decent download now. I'm dying to watch the remaining episodes of Beautiful Life and Hero by Takuya Kimura and Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake by Takeshi Kaneshiro. I'm addicted to Takeshi-kun more of course. The story is so sad.&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/37161648-6351568710999828333?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6351568710999828333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6351568710999828333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6351568710999828333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6351568710999828333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/according-to-bloghtings-i-am-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RoJPg3wrrbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KSJfrSB5YgA/s72-c/IMG_1344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3001436584138902996</id><published>2007-06-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:40:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull and pathetic day.</title><content type='html'>26th June, Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days since Sus went back to Penang. I started thinking deep. And reflecting what have I done for this whole month. I started clubbing when Sus came back last month. We went to Aloha. And no, I haven't pick up the drinking and smoking habit. And I'm not planning to either. It's just that I got addicted to loud music, as in seriously loud music. Since then, we've been partying every Friday's and Saturday's night. Every, and yes I meant it. Think I'm crazy? Well I feel happy listening only to music, and I'm drunk just by listening to music. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been Aloha. Then Marcuz planned for this small reunion. And it was held at Rums Jungle. Again, I got drunk listening only to music. And that was the first time I danced. Don't ask how. It's just embarrassing. And the following week we went to The Loft. Ahh, I know nothing about the music there, thus I just sit silently and stare at people.  I spotted this white tall guy. I didn't realize at first who he was. I thought he was cool. But when I flipped the magazine the next day, this mentholatum advert struck me. The white guy in the center was the guy I saw at The Loft. And hell yeah I'm positive. I might not be good in my studies, nor in any other things, but hell, I'm good in remembering faces and recognizing people. Then I was thinking, crap. I should've went and talked to him because Sus told me he was looking. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loft was the last. We didn't club anymore after that. I sort of lose the mood. But now, I'm missing it again. I want my loud music. I want to be drunk by music. I want to shout my heart out. But no, not time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy packing my stuff since yesterday. I'm shifting to Sg. Buloh this Saturday. I'm feeling sad. Speaking of which, I just don't get it. Nobody seems to understand when I said I'm shifting to Sg. Buloh. I had to say I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; to Sg. Buloh-and only they understand. Is it the term I used or what? It's pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wonder, whether am I meant to live here, in Malaysia. Because I have too few friends who can actually communicate with me. English. And these few people are leaving. Which one has already left to Manchester, another in Sheffield, and one in Liverpool. Another would be leaving soon, in August-to US. That doubles my sadness. Well, I did took the effort to learn Chinese and communicate with others. That tripples my sadness and I felt pathetic. So now, I'm feeling hallow. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days back, which falls on Sunday I took my handphone and started calling everyone on my phonebook list. But all are unreliable. Everyone's busy. Or they did not want to go out. A blow in my face. What are friends for? The only person I could rely on is Burn and Sus. Burn, hurry and come back. I'm dying of boredom and rotting staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, it's sales now! SALES! I used to love sales because its sales! But this year, I've lost all my mood. I can't shop because there were way too many people. And the clothes, are all piled up. It's like not new anymore. Everyone might have tried on it already. Gross. It's not like I'm a high maintainance person, but I couldn't bare seeing all clothes jumble up. I feel gross. Owh, I've just remembered. During the days when I was so bored, I went to almost all shopping malls in KL. I walked all of Mid-Valley, One Utama (both new and old wing), The Curve, Times Square, Sunway Pyramid, and Subang Parade. Where have I missed out? Hmm..If you gonna say Sg. Wang, well I don't go there! I had this talk with Sus and Kamarul about shopping in Sg. Wang. You get to see all sort of people. Of course, those teens, the fashion victim is what I call, the "la-la" style labeled by Sus and Kamarul. Lolx. But listening to them, its so true. Funny how people dressed up for other to see. Especially those teens in mini-skirt with leggings! I protest and detest leggings. We do. And those think so called goth make-up on their faces, with those fancy boots they're wearing. And urghz. I can't continue. That's for gals. As for the guys, Kamarul make it sounds so funny. Those funky hair styles. With the flare jeans. And the so-called like "tai-ko" shirts. Gee. It's really a good laugh he made. He made a point. These people dressed up like as if they're gonna perform on stage. Padahal, only showing off on the streets. He said he himself performing on stage do not dress up like how they do.  If you're wondering, he's the basis for DragonRed band. Don't ask me. I haven't heard of them before. Not like I know any Malaysian's band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3001436584138902996?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3001436584138902996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3001436584138902996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3001436584138902996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3001436584138902996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/dull-and-pathetic-day.html' title='Dull and pathetic day.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-334386151424868211</id><published>2007-06-15T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:34:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to China....Valuable experience indeed.</title><content type='html'>Something isn't right.....Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Many had happened for the past weeks. Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;I went to China for vacation with my family, and both of my aunts. It was really an experience for me. I now know China people are very aggressive and persistent. I remembered, on the first day, we went to visit some place, we're on tour. It was raining. The moment I step my foot down, those people kept giving me umbrella. I didn't know what's going on. So I took it. Then I walked away. The lady shouted and told me to pay. Crap. I quickly gave back the umbrella, as I have my hoodie. She kept giving it to me and I kept refusing...Then she got mad and told me to take it...Hah! I finally took it and paid her RMB8. Crap. I don't need an umbrella! That's case 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two I'm in China, I fell miserably sick. Flu, cough, fever. Worse thing could ever happen during a trip. And I refuse to see the doctor...not in China. You might think I discriminate China people. I'll tell you. YES I do. I hate their food. Everywhere is served with pork. And I don't take pork. So I didn't have decent meal for the whole week in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of the days, I just followed the tour guide. She brought us to boring historical places. I feel old. Everyone around me is old. Lol. I'm the third youngest person there, following my sis and bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second last day in China, I went out to find my friend instead of following the tour. As I was crossing the road, I had a glimpse on the beggar. And "fortunately" he followed me all the way! I crossed 2 roads...and he's still following me! Crap. I was frightened. I gave him RMB5. Then he looked at it, and demand for more! Beggars can't be choosers. Bastard. I gave his another RMB10 and he left. It was scary...because it's late evening, around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then entered into the cab to go to some shopping mall to meet my friend. She told me it cost only RMB15 to go to our destination. But I ended up paying RMB 30+. I got so rip off. The cab driver took me to some flyover..fly here and fly there...just to earn more from me. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh owh. Before I forgot. In China, at some part I forgot where. I think its Hangzhou. There's this Indian restaurant. I think it's Indian ala mamak. So they sell this teh tarik over there. Guess how much does it cost? Normally we drink a glass of teh tarik cost RM1.50 yeah? In China, they sell it for RM45. No joke! When I saw the price I go like..."What the heck. I could simply drink 20 glasses in Malaysia". Lol. So guys, plan to invest in China? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, China is not a place for me. I can't even understand their Mandarin. I would die there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-334386151424868211?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/334386151424868211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=334386151424868211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/334386151424868211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/334386151424868211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-chinavaluable-experience-indeed.html' title='Trip to China....Valuable experience indeed.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3597139542904252123</id><published>2007-05-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:54:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Wentworth Earl Miller III</title><content type='html'>I heart Wentworth Earl Miller III, borned on 2nd of June, 1979 in Oxfordshire. When he's one years old, his parents brought him to US and he grew up there since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to LiYen who lend me the whole first and second season of Prison Break, I've gotten myself into addiction. Consisting of 44 episodes all together, I've finish it in a week, despite the fact that I'm working. Marathon is what I called. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly waiting for the third season which will be premiered on the 27th August 2007. I want a whole lot more of Went! He's sooo hwoooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now. It's shopping time. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3597139542904252123?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3597139542904252123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3597139542904252123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3597139542904252123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3597139542904252123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-heart-wentworth-earl-miller-iii.html' title='I heart Wentworth Earl Miller III'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5099187465151169110</id><published>2007-05-07T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:11:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just me, but my connection is waaay slooower than dial up connection. I hate when this happened. I hate, but can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway did I mentioned about having mental stress? I'm on PMS second stage. As if there's such thing. Workload is really killing me. Really. I know I said this before but I felt the need to say it again. My work is never-ending! I called LiYen to express out my depression, and thanks to her I felt more relieved now. But somehow, I think my boss is annoyed with me because I always delay my job. Plus I'm always missing in action. Well I have reason(s) to be MIA. I was in HQ helping to re-correct the forms and stuff. So basically, I am not slacking off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of how free I used to be, please. I missed the feeling, very much indeed. PuiYee is now enjoying what I used to enjoyed few months back. I'm going to quit, sooner or later. I'm getting sick. Sick of the job. Sick of reaching early to work but go home late. Burn told me to exercise my rights. I am now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. In love. With. My Chemical Romance. Why the sudden? Don't ask, I don't know why. I just happen to heard them on TV and gosh...NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I am in no good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone-NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5099187465151169110?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5099187465151169110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5099187465151169110&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5099187465151169110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5099187465151169110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5569822105775789681</id><published>2007-05-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:59:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>I've finally find some time to watch all the released anime, namely RomeoxJuliet, Kaze no Stigma, Lovely Complex, Death Note, Naruto Shippuden, Clannad Promo, and finally...I've the time to watch Psychometer Eiji! Well, the character not to say that handsome, and of course, story can't be exactly like the mange, but overall it's okay-despite the video quality. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RomeoxJuliet, an anime adapted from William Shakespeare play. However, the Juliet here is different. She can fight and she's independent. Watched only until episode 3, nice anime(for one like me!).&lt;br /&gt;As for Lovely COmplex, it's really entertaining. It's an express version of the manga, but really funny. I rate 4/5. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto Shippuden, I hate to say but I don't like their new look. Their face is a lil' longer with longer leg to show that they've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Clannad Promo...another love story, judging by the short introduction. I nay like love story except for anime like Hana Yori Dango, that is with strong female character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've got my bro to transfer the pics taken at Good Charlotte concert. Interestingly, I know all of J.Lo songs except for the "Old newspaper....." song. I don't know how, but I just somehow know the lyrics. And mind you I don't listen to local channel. I don't listen to the radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtHTfmz8uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EDRkGF--l7E/s1600-h/DSC00531+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtHTfmz8uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EDRkGF--l7E/s320/DSC00531+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060717006508258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some of J.Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtHyvmz8vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vs-dYtdQ3MQ/s1600-h/DSC00538+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtHyvmz8vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vs-dYtdQ3MQ/s320/DSC00538+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060717543379170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone is dying for Joel...That middle finger must be from a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtIDvmz8wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EhlWy0bFJHg/s1600-h/DSC00565+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtIDvmz8wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EhlWy0bFJHg/s320/DSC00565+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060717835436946178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, Billy is the one...He's so h.w.o.t! As skinny as he looked like...but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtIUPmz8xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GujzC-tz7aw/s1600-h/DSC00579+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtIUPmz8xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GujzC-tz7aw/s320/DSC00579+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060718118904787730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey...after the concert, still in the hype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtJPfmz8yI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sYQpVAACsfo/s1600-h/DSC00602+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtJPfmz8yI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sYQpVAACsfo/s320/DSC00602+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060719136812036898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Shan's birthday...Ice-cream anyone? It's mine!&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/37161648-5569822105775789681?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5569822105775789681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5569822105775789681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5569822105775789681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5569822105775789681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjtHTfmz8uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EDRkGF--l7E/s72-c/DSC00531+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1329721595705292601</id><published>2007-04-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:15:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur me</title><content type='html'>Take a look at me all black!&lt;br /&gt;I love black because it&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look slimmer&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look taller&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Last Friday I went out for lunch at KLCC with Carlos, Rina, and David. And without realizing, we took more than an hour at KLCC. We were walking, window shopping, taking photos...until it started to rain. We're so stranded! My first time taking Putra, yes you got a problem with that?! Anyway you know how people give in their tickets after boarding? I kept asking the lady if I could keep the ticket, for remembrance purposes. Lol. She took it as a joke. I was serious about keeping it. Then she tore the top of the ticket. And gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yeah, taking photos. These guys takes photo but never send it to me until I asked a few times. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjX5B_mz8sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BQvwZ8AAMfM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjX5B_mz8sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BQvwZ8AAMfM/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059223569070027458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;I wan to have a professional camera.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a new iPod.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a new handphone.&lt;br /&gt;I can never have enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1329721595705292601?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1329721595705292601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1329721595705292601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1329721595705292601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1329721595705292601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/blur-me.html' title='Blur me'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RjX5B_mz8sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BQvwZ8AAMfM/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3152335934364570193</id><published>2007-04-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:07:07.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysians are...jerks.</title><content type='html'>My mum and I went to Jusco yesterday. We have this discount voucher. So we walked around, and I saw this really nice bag, from Hong Kong. It's black in colour. There's 2 sizes for the bag, one small one and one extremely big. I'd prefer the small black one, but my mum said the bigger ones better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I like the small one better.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Bigger bad can put more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I don't have many things to put, just my purse, iPod, handphones, keys, headphones....&lt;br /&gt;Mum: There...can the bag fit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dunno la...Look like China girl or not? Yes or not??&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Take the bigger one then...&lt;br /&gt;Me: But it's so big (then I started transfering all my stuffs into the big bag)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: There, it's not too big...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm...but I still prefer the smaller one. But do I look like a China girl in it?!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Give up (buy whatever you want)....&lt;br /&gt;Me: I...I dunno laaa. I like the smaller one, but I feel I looked like China girl in it...&lt;br /&gt;2nd bro: Fashion ma...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya meh?&lt;br /&gt;2nd bro: After people think you're a "kai"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Smack his head* What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Hurry, need to buy sushi for Shanice. Later sure finish.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok la ok la. Take the bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept hinting her it's expensive. Though she got my hint, she acted like as if she don't know anything-UNTIL....I said it out. We laughed out loud. Everyone was looking. *Mind your own business dude*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, the sushi was completely gone, empty. None left. Sorry Shan. I'll make for you when I've got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Why do people say when you start working you'll grow wiser. Wiser in what sense? All these time I've been taking the public transport to work. I tell you, it's horrible. It's terrible. Usually those who get the seats are the young ones.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've seen, When there's old person in the crowded bus, NONE, none of them offered their seats.&lt;br /&gt;When there's pregnant lady, no one offered their seats.&lt;br /&gt;When there's mother with small kids, none offered their place.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with people nowadays? They let the old lady/man standing, pregnant lady stand, and the kids too. The kids are only about 2-3 years old. And they were crying in the bus because it's too crowded I think.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it. I can't tolerate this.&lt;br /&gt;Just when the old man about to sit down, as there's passenger board off, the young ones race with them. What the f*ck. Without hesitation I told the fellow to get off and give the seat to the old man. Then we argued. He's scary. But I'm nay scared. He's such as asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the fellow staring at me. I remembered my bro told me about some gangsters' team. So when my sister called, I mentioned about some team 007 or something like that. I did it on purpose. I wanted him to listen. Then he stop staring. Wow. It works....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pre-ordered my LP cd, just to get the giant poster. It's expensive. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit lost now. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, but I've just eaten.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out, but I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;I need some company, but everyone's busy.&lt;br /&gt;Big Deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3152335934364570193?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3152335934364570193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3152335934364570193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3152335934364570193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3152335934364570193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/malaysians-arejerks.html' title='Malaysians are...jerks.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3086419883598058420</id><published>2007-04-25T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:38:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now do you love my job? I'm blogging from office. My boss in not in, but she left me work to do. Typical. Anyhow, it's so dead here. I'm sleepy. Been out last night to celebrate my sister birthday. She's into Korean languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;SENIN CHUKAE SHANICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've read through something interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A product is something made in a factory; a brand is something that is bought by the customer. A product can be copied by a competitor; a brand is unique. A product can be quickly outdated; a successful brand is timeless."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stephen King, WPP Group, London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's it for today. Might come on later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/37161648-3086419883598058420?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3086419883598058420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3086419883598058420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3086419883598058420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3086419883598058420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-sister.html' title='Happy Birthday sister!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-662071557338072627</id><published>2007-04-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:51:04.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>I'm in love, I really am. After I meet Good Charlotte live on the 21st April, Saturday. It was superb. What makes me go? My friends all know I'm a Japanese maniac, so I think they assume I don't listen to English music. It's not that I dislike Good Charlotte but I'm just not a fan of theirs. I got the Digi VIP pass for being a Fu-Yoh subscriber. So who's the best? DIGI! Always the smarter choice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the appearance of Good Charlotte, some Malaysian band were performing. Sadly enough, I know none except for J.Lo, as in Jason Lo. Let's see. I only know a few of their songs, Girls n Boys; Predictable; Dance Floor Anthem; and I Just Wanna Leave. But I'm in love with them after hearing The River. It' so damn cool. I'm so into the song. I like Joel, but I'm in love with Billy. He's so damn hot. You can see him on his guitar and keyboards. Joel said that he wanted to move to Malaysia and he'll need people to replace his members, and that he will needa find another twin. Lol. Billy was there boo-ing, with thumbs down. And Joel even ask if any gal would marry him, and the guy in front of me was shouting "Yeeeaaahhh!". I was like what the hell. Are you alright man? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....I didn't know we're allowed to bring in cameras! Else I would've brought mine! The last I went to Force of Nature's concert they wouldn't even allow cameras. Crap. I wasted my chance. It's so vexing. But luckily I brought my bro's handphone which allows me to capture video as long as I want. Coolios! Thank you bro! And yes, he's the one who redeemed my tickets for me because he works in Times Square and I was working during that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, there's a fight just before Good Charlotte appears. Between the Malays and Chinese. There's this bunch of Malay guys playing around. This one guy told his friends to carry him and throw him to the front. So he hit this Chinese fellow (apparently big size) and he got pissed off. They then argued and I was right beside them! I was frightened, and I told my brother not to look at them. Crazy fellow. And another would be smoking in the crowd. Malaysians are stupid, low mentality. This Indian fellow was smoking during the performance of the local bands and the other two Chinese fellow saw and followed smoking. HelloW? That ain't your private place. Have some consideration will ya. I just can't understand these people. What what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ohh Ohhh, I saw &lt;a href="http://jeewang.com"&gt;JeeWang&lt;/a&gt; at the concert. He knew I was going but I didn't know he's going too! Hmm, weird. But he stood back because he can't take the crowd. And me, I was in the crowd pushing to get a good spot, though we're in the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sore throat now. I screamed my heart out. I shouted all I could. And I really enjoyed it, though something happened earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-662071557338072627?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/662071557338072627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=662071557338072627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/662071557338072627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/662071557338072627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5401090533955462950</id><published>2007-04-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:25:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helplessly moody</title><content type='html'>I don't know what have gotten into me. Day has been dull. I was talking to Jeev. He told me much. What he said was right, but I just can't help myself. I'm hopeless, I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drown my sorrows away. Kamisama, tasukete kudasai.  So near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith replied my mail. He said he would've go to Scotland. I think I would do the same. Scotland is a nice place, I just know. Many things I have here-I can't seem to let it go. But now it's all different. I think I've very ready to leave. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, you know I've got so much to tell you. Li Yen, you too! I have got more to tell you. Li Yen! Li Yen, you're my ears, my eyes, my heart, my shadow. You know how much I love you. I really do. Often I'm very dependent on you. And I still am. Without you I'll go crazy. Without you, the Ginette before would've been long lost. Without you, I'll die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify things, I am no lesbo. It's just that I go both ways. Bi-sex is what they called. But I'm more than that.  I'm really moody. I'm not in the mood. Doshite? Wakaranai. Jibun no wakaranai. Dakara, dareka, tasukete. Sabishii...honto ni sabishii. Anata wa doko ka? Watashi no oujisama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday, girl, I wake up and pray&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back home&lt;br /&gt;And don't  take too long&lt;br /&gt;Cuz since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gone a bit  wrong&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Holding me near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd go out of  my mind&lt;br /&gt;If you ever left my heart behind&lt;br /&gt;So I'm beggin' you please (so I'm  beggin', beggin' you please)&lt;br /&gt;Bring you sweet love back to me (Please come  back to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you (don't have  you)&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to (to hold on to)&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on in this world  alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's true (baby it's true if I don't have you) If you say goodbye  (you say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;Girl I would die (girl I would die)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a star with no  light&lt;br /&gt;A day with no night&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I reach  to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there (you're just not there baby)&lt;br /&gt;I know  you still care (I know you still care)&lt;br /&gt;And oh how I miss your soft, tender,  lovely kiss&lt;br /&gt;You'd give to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;So tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to  feel&lt;br /&gt;That time would stand still&lt;br /&gt;When I see you baby it will&lt;br /&gt;So hurry  home (so hurry, come home to me)&lt;br /&gt;You know your man needs you so (oh girl you  just don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you (don't have  you)&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to (to hold  on to)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on (can't go on)&lt;br /&gt;In this world  alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's true (baby it's true if I don't have you)&lt;br /&gt;If you say  goodbye (you say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;If you say goodbye I would die&lt;br /&gt;Oh I would die  (girl I would die)&lt;br /&gt;I would die if I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a star with no  light (no light, whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;A day with no night&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;You  know I'd go crazy without you (don't have you)&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you I don't  know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to (to hold on to)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you&lt;br /&gt;I  can't go on (can't go on)&lt;br /&gt;In this world alone (in this world alone)&lt;br /&gt;Baby  it's true (baby it's true if i don't have you)&lt;br /&gt;If you say goodbye (you say  goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;If you say goodbye I would die&lt;br /&gt;Oh I would die (girl I would  die)&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I know I would die&lt;br /&gt;I'm star with no light&lt;br /&gt;A day with no  night&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5401090533955462950?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5401090533955462950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5401090533955462950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5401090533955462950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5401090533955462950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/helplessly-moody.html' title='Helplessly moody'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2599833882884357719</id><published>2007-04-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:23:49.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The returning of Gi.</title><content type='html'>I'm sad. Because I'm sleep deprived.  Because I go home late everyday. Because there's tonnes of work in office. And the work...it's like neverending! But, I don't bring home my work, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as much I wanted to say that, I actually brought home a few data entry work. It's not part of my job scope, and sometimes-not, most of the time I felt I'm being exploit. But it's okay. Just a temporary job. However, though I brought back work, I did not do it. Lazy tells everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye hurts, as a result of the depression and also because I've checked so many applications, and my job requires me on the computer almost 9 hours everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go IKEA this Saturday. Anyone join? Jeev is in. I'm planning to get some stuff from there and also to do a bit of shopping-for myself. =)  Li Yen free this Sat? Let's go for another round of chess game. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Yeah! I've got Good Charlotte tickets-two of them plus T-shirts! WooHooo. I'm not much of a Good Charlotte fan though. Anyone interested to buy them from me? Wait, on second thought, I don't wanna sell them. I want to go to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCC...again and again I listened to them. I'm soo in love, with Tatsu's vocals! Tonbi, is the main contributor. Then go to Ame no Ochestra. I'm seriously deeeeply in love with him. I love how the played with his vocals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2599833882884357719?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2599833882884357719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2599833882884357719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2599833882884357719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2599833882884357719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/returning-of-gi.html' title='The returning of Gi.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7518335321346823311</id><published>2007-04-15T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:55:08.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday PuiYee!</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday, the 15th. Tomorrow is Monday, the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY ADVANCE BIRTHDAY PUI YEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because her exam is tomorrow, yea, on her birthday, pitiful yea...so we celebrated for her 2 weeks back, where I mentioned we went to Waikiki. Show some proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RiGhW1mTJsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iMVEse5khh8/s1600-h/DSC00155%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RiGhW1mTJsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iMVEse5khh8/s320/DSC00155%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053497670603318978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mua, LiYen, and PuiYee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun. The first time I danced. Wait. Did I mentioned this already? Maybe I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And owh guess what?! I've got an offer from Uni of Stratchclyde!! This is really unexpected. My dad woke me up at 7 in the morning to show me the letter, of course he opened it before me. Hey, give me back my privacy. Lol. But somehow, they offered me MSc in Economic and Policy, when I applied for MSc in Finance. How did this happened? Oh well, I think I might go for this if there isn't any reply from Edin anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, as usual, bored, hectic, tiring. But you know what? I'm having fun. Not because of my work, but my colleagues. They're very nice people. Even managers are as crazy as mua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7518335321346823311?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7518335321346823311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7518335321346823311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7518335321346823311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7518335321346823311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-puiyee.html' title='Happy Birthday PuiYee!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RiGhW1mTJsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iMVEse5khh8/s72-c/DSC00155%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-551451390727533400</id><published>2007-04-08T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:52:30.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Soul</title><content type='html'>Alish dear, misses you much. Why haven't you be online? I'm going crazy without you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, again I went to meet up with PuiYee, LiYen and Jeevs. This time we went to chill out at Starbucks. But me and Li Yen ended up playing chess. Aye, you heard me right. Even Burn was shocked because I called him up to clarify some moves in the game. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never played before till last night.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how to see people playing chess, as in how the games goes.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate people who play chess because they think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with PuiYee and LiYen is on my side while Jeevs teaching PuiYee the moves. In the end? I WON! Hahaha. LiYen is great. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, last Wed Chester was here, in KLCC. I'm soo near yet so far. I work only opposite KLCC. I wanted to go see him, but I've got to work. Jo couldn't make it 'cuz she was busy. So in the end, none of us went. Arghz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-551451390727533400?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/551451390727533400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=551451390727533400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/551451390727533400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/551451390727533400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-soul.html' title='Lost Soul'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-9131130805524708371</id><published>2007-04-07T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:19:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>How do you know when you actually like that someone? So far my feelings are on and off. It comes and go just like that. It means when I see him I like him, when I don't see him I don't like him. Does that mean that is not like, love, but its infatuation? I don't know. It really annoys me when I don't know my own feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to Jeev about this. He said what I need is a guy who can speak English and knows how to treat a gal well. And he said the same for himself. Lol. Many people asked, why not get a boyfriend? I said I have yet to find my other half so am not getting any. If you don't try you won't know. That's the line EVERYONE been using it. Even DAVID! So stop asking when I'm getting one. I'll tell if I found any. Anyway I'm lovin' the way I am now, besides the country issue. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's make tonight special, something beautiful that we'll always treasure, so let's make tonight so right, we will make it a night to remember all of our life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a dear friend of mine. Please remind me that I know all those weird people. Lol. He's 38 and his wife had passed away 10 years back, in an accident. Ever since then, he's been alone, all by himself, with no child/kids. When I asked how come not find another partner, afterall its been 10 years already. He's rich, he speaks good English, and he's nice....*Gi fantasizing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daren, why not find another partner. She passed away quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;Daren: Can't. She's still with me, in me, within me. And I still love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Feel sorry for him*&lt;br /&gt;Daren: What 'bout you? Why do you not find a bf, since you're young.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My problem is, I don't even know what is love. I don't even know if I like the fellow.&lt;br /&gt;Daren: Hah! Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No one. It's just that I can't tell for my own feelings. My pet bro said I'm a firewall.&lt;br /&gt;Daren: *laughs* You're still young, thus you not know much about this. Let me brief you on this.&lt;br /&gt;And he goes on talking. It was good hanging with him. Matured man sure do talk and think differently (if you'd notice). It was really funny how I met Daren. I remember, I was in Kinokuniya to collect my pre-ordered manga, and I went around checking for Sidney Sheldon book, but to no avail. So I took Sheldon old book and read it, though I've read it before. And there he comes saying, "I see you're a fan of him" and I replied, "How would you know? I'm only reading one of his book". "Ahah, one of his books, so you do know how many books he had" he said while I replied bluntly "An author don't only have a book". Then it goes on. First I find him irritating 'cuz he asked tonnes of questions. But then slowly I found him nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last night, finally, plans are on! Sadly Li Yuen couldn't make it because she have class the next morning. Me, Jeevs, PuiYee, LiYen, KaiYang planned for Waikiki (actually only Jeevs and me planned it). The rest were just followers! Lol. PuiYee's birthday is on the 16th of April, so we thought so celebrating it earlier for her cuz she have exams. I invited Crawford, and he invited Melvin.&lt;br /&gt;But something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is missing.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dearly invite her but I'm stuck in between. But she told me to find her after exams.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Aozu &amp; Cap to Bin? They sung most of the Tennis no Oujisama anime. Ohhh I love them. I love their voice, how they play with the tone! I went to S&amp;amp;M to find ALL of Tennis no Oujisama CD songs plus OST. It's a bit pop-ish but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh! MUCC album is out. The live album. I downloaded it, love 'em to bits!  Grrrr.....now  I have to order again. Ne-chan is smart as she ordered together with their new single so she don't have to do it twice. *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-9131130805524708371?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/9131130805524708371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=9131130805524708371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/9131130805524708371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/9131130805524708371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-6984114443489607174</id><published>2007-04-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:02:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Oh nooo! I'm back! Lol. Been idling for quite sometime. I miss blogger, miss Zorpia &amp;amp; Friendster(NOT). I've not any time for new KDramas and Jdramas, that applies to anime and manga too. But...ahh there's but. But...of course, without fail, I update all my anime, manga, Kdrama, Jdrama, Musics, just that I don't have the time to read, listen, watch and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather famished now. I've only ate 2 pieces of pizzas today. THAT'S NAY ENOUGH as I'm a big eater. And I'm feeling dull and tired(because of the excessive workload). I'm sleepy too, because I slept too much last night. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off now. Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-6984114443489607174?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/6984114443489607174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=6984114443489607174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6984114443489607174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/6984114443489607174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8868570956019766190</id><published>2007-03-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:46:25.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm femished and am waiting for my pizza to arrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RgFdc1rrLNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4SnkebMFda0/s1600-h/takeshi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RgFdc1rrLNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4SnkebMFda0/s320/takeshi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044415807659650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just as much as I like Takuya-kun, I'm very much in love with Takeshi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I've sent in a few resumes in the afternoon at around 4p.m. and most of them ring me up in the evening around 5p.m for an interview. Good part is, they're all at the same venue, Megan Avenue I, but at different day and time for interviews. Seems like my time has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.46 p.m and I'm really hungry. Because I'm so lazy to drive out to buy food, I ordered pizza to share with my second brother. He's my so-called DBKL. He'll whack everything that I left. Lol. That explains his size. I have sleeping disorders, or rather, why would people wake up early in the morning just to call me out?! Can't they do that in the afternoon. It's really annoying because they are interfering with my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing around blogthings to see what they have.  And here's what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table color="black" style="width: 506px; height: 242px;" align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 211, 145);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will die while sleeping - and no one will notice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Depression Level: 84%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/depressed-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be severely depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You should seek immediate attention from your physician.&lt;br /&gt;Depression can be cured - you just need to take the first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/"&gt;Are You Depressed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Sociopath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouasociopathquiz/sociopath-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you're devastatingly charming.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news? You mostly use those charms for evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouasociopathquiz/"&gt;Are You A Sociopath?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Paranoid Schizophrenic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaparanoidschizophrenicquiz/paranoid-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have a chance of being a paranoid schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy or not, you certainly don't have a good grip on reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaparanoidschizophrenicquiz/"&gt;Are You A Paranoid Schizophrenic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8868570956019766190?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8868570956019766190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8868570956019766190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8868570956019766190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8868570956019766190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-femished-and-am-waiting-for-my-pizza.html' title='I&apos;m femished and am waiting for my pizza to arrive'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RgFdc1rrLNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4SnkebMFda0/s72-c/takeshi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8583885827023965339</id><published>2007-03-20T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:34:06.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored afternoon</title><content type='html'>I've been asking myself, what good deed have I done for the past 21 years of my life? I couldn't figure out. Does that mean there's nothing? Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems unfair, yet challenging. What people have does not mean you'll have it as well. Say, does brain or beauty comes first for a girl? I think the most common answers would be beauty. That's how they get all the good/nice guys. As for me, I would rather chose having an intelligent brain than to rely on guys. Most might find it cool to have a rich handsome boyfriend, but nothing beats earning your own money and yourself being rich. The guys can come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through all my folders and files in my HDD. Judging by the amount of my HDD (500GB) and all mu burned DVDs and CDs, I could simply start an anime, OSTs, Jrock, Jpop, Jdrama and Kdrama piracy. Serious shit. Cheng Yen kept saying, who would re-watched all the burned anime and shows? Me! Sounds crazy to you? Not if you know me well enough already. My dad once saw all my collectionS, and he burst out in anger saying why would I need SO many discs. I told him, it's always cheaper to burn my own stuff than to buy, and silence he goes. The only thing I'll buy would be my favourite artist CD collections, like MUCC and L'Arc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8583885827023965339?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8583885827023965339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8583885827023965339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8583885827023965339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8583885827023965339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-afternoon.html' title='Bored afternoon'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8341936682035125569</id><published>2007-03-17T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:25:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got my manga! Not mango!</title><content type='html'>I went to Kinokuniya yesterday with my second brother to get the manga that I've ordered, Heaven!! vol. 1. I then browse around at the manga section to see any if there's any offer so I could get more. Lukily enough, I saw Punch! vol 3 and quickly I grab it. That's the final volune of Punch!. Uh huh I want more of Rie Takada's work. I hope they'll publish Heart! by Rie Takada. Guess what else I saw upon browsing? Hot Gimmick S! WooHooo. Finally I can have my hands on it. However, this Hot Gimmick S is more of a novel rather than a graphic novel. Later on, I drove to Times Square Borders to get my Punch! vol 2. Why did I ordered them seperately? That's because sometimes Borders is cheaper. I needa know where to get my source. Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RftafPRNRFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s_-xEhCT-_s/s1600-h/Image%28364%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RftafPRNRFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s_-xEhCT-_s/s400/Image%28364%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042723700492551250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The poor pic quality is because of bro lousy old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went out with KK, a senior of mine back in highschool. Everyone changed. I'm not meaning him because I hardly know him. Hahaha. Those working always complaining wanting for continue study, and those studying complain too stress and wanted to drop out. What's with them? Follow my step, not studying not working. Don't have to complain anything-except being BORED! Yeah so we went to Hulu Langat, a place kinda like a hilltop to view the whole of KL. It's a really nice place. I'll bring my cam next time and snap some photos and post it here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm editing Kanata Kara (From Far Away) chapter 4 with ShoujoCrusade - the group who picking up Fushigi  Yuugi, Fushigi Yuugi Genbu Kaiden, Zodiac P.I., Tsuki no Shippo and many others. The scans are very poor and it's a lil hard to edit them. On the other hand, I'm also doing Love Get You by Rie Takada. I'm not affiliate with any other group in doing Love Get You. It's just that I happen to have this manga, in another language, and I felt the need to translate and share it with those who loves Rie Takada's work. So here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rfta6PRNRHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JNPzOrjPaY/s1600-h/Love+Get+You+09-10+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rfta6PRNRHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JNPzOrjPaY/s320/Love+Get+You+09-10+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042724164349019250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 20 more pages to complete the first story. Should be done anytime soon-if I'm not too lazy. Mucc's albums, yet to arrive. I'm getting impatient. Owh, did I mention anything about downloading Hero 2001? Well It's Takuya's old show, and it's on its way to my HDD. Reason why do I not want to buy the dvd: Because the subs sucks! Seriously, those cheap DVDs, clear but with sucky subs. I can't accept poor English. For eg. memory they spelt it memery, beautiful they spelt it beauful, and it really pissed me off. At least get to spell them properly. And as for VCDs, it way too blur. Yesh, I'm picky. Lol. Do you know how good the quality of 700MB for 40 minutes? I tell you, its nowhere to be found but only here-on the NET. Plus, those subbing group really did a great job. I'm supporting them. This is not piracy. Its volunteer job, just like I volunteered to help in manga editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8341936682035125569?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8341936682035125569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8341936682035125569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8341936682035125569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8341936682035125569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-my-manga-not-mango.html' title='I&apos;ve got my manga! Not mango!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RftafPRNRFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s_-xEhCT-_s/s72-c/Image%28364%29+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3572197694908689770</id><published>2007-03-16T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:25:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fucking pissed with the 5 fucking whores!</title><content type='html'>Its my 47th posts, and it could be the worst. WHAT IS WORSER THAN FEMALE DRIVERS? Sorry I'm being stereotype but they really sucks, and of course I know A FEW who's not. What is worse than to be involved in a accident with 5 bitches? An old hag and 4 bitches, ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS NOT MY FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 1U yesterday for some shopping. It was a really happy day until this old had knocked my car. How blind can she be? SO many of cars behind yet she still reverse like as if there's no car. I've HONNED many, MANY MANY times, but seems like she's too deaf not to hear it. And after knocking the car, they wanted to fled off, but I stopped them! Ugly fugly biatch and a half. First the old hag came old...and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Hag: Miss you drive so big and nice car, give me chance laaa....&lt;br /&gt;Me: I honned so may times, why did you kept reversing? Are you blind or deaf?&lt;br /&gt;Old Hag: So sorry but you see my car old 1...yours Camry...so I pay you 30 enuf laa....&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you DO know its Camry...it cost a lot to repair. I'd say 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old hag start looking and pointing out the old scratches...&lt;br /&gt;I start calling Jeevs to confirm how much would it cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old hag: You see got so may marks...cheap cheap 30 enuf laaa&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO.....it's 150 or claim police report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 4 bitches heard and came down from the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 1: Claim insurance? Hmm...it's just a crack....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yehh and i needa chage the whole bumper mind you....&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 2: But you were too close...Didn't your instructor teach you keep 100m away...?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me? YOU sudden break, me too, the cars behind were too. And I honned so may times BEFORE you start reversing....and there's no car in front of you. WHY REVERSE???&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 1: But you were too close....&lt;br /&gt;Me: And you all 5 are deaf? Nevermind...we'll go for police report...&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 3: C'mon laaa, you drive so nice big car, and we only Nissan, old 1 sumore(its Nissan Sunny), small crack also wanna claim?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 150 then, how many times you want me to repeat??&lt;br /&gt;Old Hag: 150 no. I see your car so many stracth...30 enuf.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, I LET YOU FIND A WORKSHOP and check out. See how much they'll say.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 1: We got no time, we're from Banting you know...&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO? I'll follow you then. Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;Old Hag: 30 laaa.... *and they start talking in Hokkien, like AS IF i don't know*&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's either 150 or claim insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old hag went in the car...and her 3 bitches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch 4: ok final 50. *she took out rm50, stuck in to me, and fled off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worse case scenario. Those fucking ugly bitches..if I see them next time, I'll make sure I'll scratch their car! I'll kick their cars door till in dent. And I'll puncture their tyre (provided no CCTV and its clear) Fucking fucker, I'll remember them till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today, and went to the workshop to check out. They told me that if I wanted to fix it, I'll have to change the whole bumper, and that's RM 250-300. ARGHZ....I'm stupid enough to forget to take down their registration plate number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-3572197694908689770?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3572197694908689770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3572197694908689770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3572197694908689770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3572197694908689770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-fucking-pissed-with-5-fucking-whores.html' title='I&apos;m fucking pissed with the 5 fucking whores!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5310959538726883052</id><published>2007-03-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:00:48.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bored and tired but lazy to go out.</title><content type='html'>What's up with Streamyx? It's really starting to annoy me. For all I know, Streamyx breach contract. They sell us packages saying download mp3 is just 2-3 minutes, unlimited browsing hours, 1.5 k kbps DL/512kbps UL. And...I don't get any of that! Besides, browsing for a while, it suddenly disconnect me from the net. After that, I couldn't log on at all and I had to call the centre. They'll first ask 1001 questions for verification, and tell you 101 ways to check your connection. Eg. reset modem, check the blinking lights, check the phone line connection, do troubleshooting. Hello? Like as if I don't know all that. I had to call and screw them up nicely before I could regain back my connection. That's for Streamyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's wrong with students nowadays? If you're aware, the SPM results were released yesterday. What's with 15A1, 16A1, 17A1, and this year...again, breaking the record with 18A1. Do all these people not have life but just study? What's with being the youngest to take SPM and the top scorer? Sigh. I'm complaining to much just because I don't have all that-NOT. Seriously, do you think life if just about academic? There's more contributors than to successful life. And ohh, LOOK WHO'S TALKING. Lol. I'm nay trying to be a philosopher, and not that  I can either. I just don't  get it...Why breaking records every year? I'll bet next year would be 19A1, and then 20A1, 21A1 and so on. This would neva end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders and Kinokuniya just called me a while ago. Yay, of course its good news. My copy of manga(s) have finally arrived! I've ordered Punch! and Heaven!!. Of course, I've completed the whole story, downloaded online. But I still want the hard copy. It's always best to have the book and read on your bed! However, my Samurai Champloo Film Manga has yet to come. What's with the distributor nowadays? Amazon tells me that the Film Manga vol. 2 and vol. 3 had been released last year, but still not in Malaysia! Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting for my MUCC's albums. Should I urge Kinokuniya? I want to listen to Tatsurou's voice badly. Though I have the downloaded version, I want my hand on the CDs!! Hurry gimme my copy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is really obsessed with Goong S (Palace S), the korean drama. Every single day I'm being urged to check for updates. I told her, "Mum, they'll only release 2 episodes in a week, and that's without the subs. You will still needa wait for it even I finish downloading the RAW". And not only Goong S, she's also into Goong (Princess Hours). Before, many times I told her to watch Goong but she didn't want to. I've been trying to get my mum watch since last year, but she only follows it now. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till today, I'm still unemployed. Honestly, I've got a few jobs offer, from well known corporations, eg. HSBC, FedEx to a medium enterprise corporation, eg. I dunno their names. But its on a condition, 2 years contract basis. And that's from the well-known corporations. Many times I think, maybe I should just start working and pursue my studies later. But no, I can't do that. I needa get out of Malaysia ASAP. Hence I chose to study first. For the medium enterprise such, I did not get the job because I'm too young! Too young?! My last answer killed all my chances/opportunity. The interview went smoothly until they ask, "So Ginette, how old are you?", and I replied that I'm 21. And that's it, they said I'm very young. How old do they expect a degree holder to be? 23? 24? 26? What the heck. I now have phobia. I'm damn scared that after getting my masters at the age of 23 (if everything went well), they'll say, " Ohh, you're quite young for a Masters holder". Should that day comes, I'll make sure I come out with a plan to fire them up nicely. In the nutshell, getting a job is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, instead of working, maybe I should take up extra classes and learn some programming and IT and e-commerce so I MIGHT/MAY/COULD open an anime portal. What'd you say? Honestly, if you think anime influence is large in Malaysia, then you're so wrong. Every weekend you read OtakuZone saying how big anime influence is, and how many fans there are. I would say the anime influence is wide, not large. There are not MANY people who are into/like anime. Its probably some in specific area. Then, compared to US and Aussie, it's A LOT bigger. In some parts, the anime release are not so available/updates as compared to Malaysia. Despite that, I still think Malaysia is not updated with the current anime/manga. Every Sunday I read OtakuZone, and they're promoting and giving review of old anime. For manga I could not have much say because its the publisher itself who decide when to license the title. Well you must be thinking, that goes the same for the anime distributor right? But...I just can't accept it. Giving old reviews, plus not much on OST review....I've even wrote letter to OtakuZone and express my unhapiness, but it didn't get to be publish. I guess too much critics in it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sales now, should I go on shopping spree? I would, if there's not many people. I hate most when it comes to sales. First, the items on sales are mostly old stock, plus they're throw in a bundle for people to select. Second, there's just sooo many people, and I will have to queue long to get into the fitting room. Third, I would faint by just seeing the crowd and it's suffocating. But of course, I'd love sales if there's sales on MANGA and ANIME! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I could no longer wait for C1 fansub to release Nodame Cantabile, thus I downloaded from Anime-Keep fansub. I'm still waiting for Devil May Cry anime and Romeo x Juliet anime, and also Angelique. Hurry and release already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5310959538726883052?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5310959538726883052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5310959538726883052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5310959538726883052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5310959538726883052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-bored-and-tired-but-lazy-to-go.html' title='I&apos;m so bored and tired but lazy to go out.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7673452329696545064</id><published>2007-03-10T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:27:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is better than to chill out with friends/buddies?</title><content type='html'>Kiss kiss fall in love-NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so inspired by Josh Groban, My Confesssion piece. Not like I have anyone to confess my love to, but just inspired. But then again, what is Love? Sa na...who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you know how much I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what the hell is wrong with me!? I don't know. Lately I've been quite tied up my UK application and in editing work. Currently, I'm editing Kanata Kara chapter 4. I'm experiencing some problem in this chapter. Anyone would like help teach me edit? Because the scans are yellow in colour, and I'm supposed to make it black &amp; white. Somehow, when I adjust the curves and levels, some part appear to be yellowish. NOT ACCEPTABLE! Help anyone? I've just finish scanning Love Get You by Rie Takada, and translating it. God will plus MY WILL, it should be done by next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me telling I was watching Kimura messed-up character, A Million Starts Falling from the Sky? Oh well, I've completed it on Wednesday...and it SUCKS! Don't ever watch it. A total waste of time. Maybe because its Kimutaku's show, so I'm expecting a lot. But what the hell, he finally learnt to love, have sex with his heart(how does this work?), and in the end...his girlfriend turns out to be his sister! How tragic or rather, lame. And Karei-naru Ichizoku never fails to impress me. It's getting more exiting. Should I give spoilers? Oh well, not like any of you watch it. =p Teppei(Takuya Kimura) found out that his father is not his real father. Instead, his grandfather is his real father. How amusing. And just because he found out the truth, his father(or I should say brother) decided to totally go against him. Again, his long-love, Fusako, turned out to be his sister. How tragic...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime....What happened to Nodame Cantabile? It's still not out. Rather, what happened to C1 fansub?! I've watch Bleach 118. Ohh, exciting. But better not give spoilers since many are watching this. Lol. On the other hand, Code Geass is out till episode 18. I kept downloading this but did not watch it. Same goes for NANA. I haven't continue watching it from I last stop at episode 20, though I kept downloading.Why? That's because I've read the manga, and lost all my motivation in watching it. Naruto Shippunden, watch? Yes I do. I hate the graphics seriously. First, quality low, but I can't complain much. It's free dude! What'd you expect? Second, drawing ugly. What's with the long legs and long body, but same face and same voice? Ewww...Nevertheless, story? Good. Lol. Ghost Hunt, episode 21, case setteled. Waiting for episode 22. La Corda D'oro, episode 9....I hate it when they release slow....! It always make me want more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music...what about it? Found Dir en Grey's discography...but should I download? Think think...MUCC's discography is on the way...YeeHaa. Yoshiki, what's new besides mentioned by Ne-chan and Lyd? I'm still waiting...And Josh  Groban, is still alive in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh speaking of alive..have you guys watched 300? Ohh I must say it's good. Gorgy! Nice graphic. You can really see the head is chopped off and the spears through the heart. Nice. But of course,  they did censored some part, so obvious. Wanna cut also can't do it nicely. Ishk Ishk. Despite that, a must watch movie. It's now the top in my favourite list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more? Ohh today I met Chien Li, Stella, JeeWang, and Kaimi for lunch at BeeWon, in Ampang. Yesh, they served Korean dishes of course. Food is good, but the kimchi is so-so.  Later, we just sat down and chit chatting. Those were the days(not like we're so old, but still). And...we asked the Korean lady(the boss) to help take photos for us. JeeWang was speaking in Japanese, chotto matte, hence the lady thought he's a Japanese. Lol. What Kaimi said? Japanese buatan Malaysia. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rftf-vRNRJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IpvCQ_RKSgI/s1600-h/DSC03598+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rftf-vRNRJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IpvCQ_RKSgI/s400/DSC03598+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042729739216569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture courtesy of Korean Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: JW, you though I'm gonna credit you right?! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7673452329696545064?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7673452329696545064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7673452329696545064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7673452329696545064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7673452329696545064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-better-than-to-chill-out-with_10.html' title='What is better than to chill out with friends/buddies?'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/Rftf-vRNRJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IpvCQ_RKSgI/s72-c/DSC03598+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-924008334838537146</id><published>2007-03-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:39:58.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RewrRSa8ajI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hwIA7zLQlBw/s1600-h/Kimur+aback+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RewrRSa8ajI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hwIA7zLQlBw/s400/Kimur+aback+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038449659123362354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened to Nodame Cantabile anime? I see all fansub has already release episode 7, but just not C1 fansub. Hayaku release it. Lately I've been indulging myself with depressing-and-never-ending korean drama, Spring Waltz; a-Kimutaku-messed-up character, A Million Starts Falling From the Sky; Kimutaku's old show, Beautiful Life; and yet another Kimutaku's new show, Karei-naru Ichizoku. You must be wondering, what's with all the Kimitaku?! Lol. Kimutaku, short for Takuya Kimura, famous Japanese actor, and a member of SMAP. Right now, I'm so obsessed with him. Uh huh...GIMME more Kimura-kun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to college today to collect my reference letter(FINALLY!!), and I hope to be able to submit everything by tomorrow. Yeehaaaa. I'm coming UK....(Actually I wanted so much to say "JAPAN....here I come") but dad couldn't afford Japan because of its frigging high cost of living. I promised myself, I'll reward myself someday and go to Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Chien Li's blog just now. She posted about Chap Goh Meh. What's Chap Goh Meh? I somehow think this is a Hokkien word(chap-goh-me) means the 15th day. But seems like Cantonese is declaring that its a Cantonese word. Oh well. Few of my friends called, inviting me to throw oranges into the river? But hullo? Where do we find river, especially in KL? But ohh, they're planning it in Jenjarom. Throw mandarin oranges into the river...and you get a boyfriend. That's absurd. So I told Jo about it today. Jo said she too heard about it. How it works is that you'll have to write down your contact number on the mandarin oranges, and whoever picked it up will contact you. Sheesh. What if I got an old haggard man? Iiyada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing eventful happened today. Just plain bored and dull day plus the hot weather. I think I'm getting sick. I need more ICE. I need more FOOD. Meshi meshi meshi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-924008334838537146?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/924008334838537146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=924008334838537146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/924008334838537146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/924008334838537146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RewrRSa8ajI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hwIA7zLQlBw/s72-c/Kimur+aback+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4592773514479220342</id><published>2007-03-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:47:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAT-TUN</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not! I'm in love....with KAT-TUN. Richard used to ask me "Since you listen to Japanese music, you should know who's Kat-Tun" and I replied "Kat-who? Never heard of them". Richard was surprised and he said they're very famous. That was back in 2006. And I never bother to check about them. If it's a group that I not know, its definitely not J-Rock. However, Rich was not the only one who asked me that. I was wondering what's with all this Kat-Tun thingy. I replied each and everyone of them, "If kar-toon I know laa". Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a month or two back, I watched Japanese Music Station 2006(JPop) for 4 straight hours. Gosh, its unbearable as its all POP music. I was putting up some hope to maybe see Larcy(Pop-Rock) but to no avail. Watched SMAP, and Takuya is sooo cool. Remember Takuya Kimura in Karei-naru Ichizoku? The one who played the role of Teppei Manpyo. Yes, it's him. He's one of the SMAP. He doesn't look so friendly and did not talk much, but still he's cool. *drooling* And there's ARASHI, Yuna Ito, Angela Aki, Ayumi Hamasaki, but just not Hikki. I was hoping to see her! There's many other JPop which I not heard of, and there's no Gackt. I think Gackt is more to Pop-Rock or Alternative? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, there's Kat-Tun. Okay, they caught my attention. Even though I didn't bother to check them up, I want to at least know how they sounded like. In a group of six, I thought they're the typical boy band, like Westlife. They sang two songs, first song was some song I don't remember the title, and the second was Bokura no Machi de. And I fell for the latter. I still admit they're a boy band, but I can't deny the fact that I love their song(s). A POP group, POP, mind you. Despite their new, with only recent debuting(last year), no doubt they're good. I give thumbs up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://up-file.com/download/789c69622746/Best-of-KAT-TUN.rar.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RegXT6WhdGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZHJTO0CRgoM/s400/best_of_kat-tun-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037301814062576738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on picture to download the album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She Said…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Like It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miracle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Blue Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rhodesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Gold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wilds of my Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Special Happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; One On One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Butterfly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rush of Light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Harukana Yakusoku&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Precious One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Real Face #1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4592773514479220342?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4592773514479220342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4592773514479220342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4592773514479220342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4592773514479220342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/kat-tun.html' title='KAT-TUN'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RegXT6WhdGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZHJTO0CRgoM/s72-c/best_of_kat-tun-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-4786796224507359982</id><published>2007-03-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:53:01.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groban's inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been blind, unwilling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To see the true love you're giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have ignored every blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm on my knees, confessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I feel myself surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Each time I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am staggered by your beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your unassuming grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I feel my heart is turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now hear my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have been wrong about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thought I AM strong without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For so long, nothing could move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For so long, nothing could change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I feel myself surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Each time I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am captured by your beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your unassuming grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; THAT I feel my heart is turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now hear my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are the air that I breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're the ground beneath my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When did I stop believing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I feel myself surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Each time I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am staggered by your beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your unassuming grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I feel my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now hear my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now hear my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hear my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the only place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seems like our love is on a road to nowhere fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my life I thought a love like this would last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But every road can hide a corner we can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had a vision that I woke up by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I felt you breathing and our souls were intertwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But who controls love's destiny? Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We had it all right in our hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We had the space to fly and still a place to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who can save us from what we've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe I'm young and in the ways of love naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe I'm desperate for a reason to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There wasn't any way I thought that we would fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've seen perfection in a rainbow in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've seen a child make the coldest grown man cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But loving you I thought was greater than them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We had it all, just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now there's a doorway to my heart without a key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who can save us from what we've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wherever you are right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Come back and show me how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I'm lost without you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who can save us from what we've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Where has that old friend gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lost in a February song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell him it won't be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Till he opens his eyes, opens his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where is that simple day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before colors broke into shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And how did I ever fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into this life, into this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I never want to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Morning is waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And sometimes it's more than just enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When all that you need to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is in front of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in front of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I never want to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes it's hard to find my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From this crazy world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I never want to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where has that old friend gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lost in a February song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell him it won't be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Till he opens his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Opens his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-4786796224507359982?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/4786796224507359982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=4786796224507359982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4786796224507359982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/4786796224507359982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/03/grobans-inspiration.html' title='Groban&apos;s inspiration'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-2367285973433483630</id><published>2007-02-28T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:09:52.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karei-naru Ichizoku</title><content type='html'>Looking for a new show to watch and don't know which? Try Karei-naru Ichizoku, stars Takuya Kimura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first downloaded, I was reluctant to watch because the subs were not out out. Now it's out until episode 5, I watched it all yesterday, and I'm craving more more as episode 6 and 7 is out but only without the subs!!! WAAAAHHH! One thing I can assure, its a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is adapted from a novel by Yamazaki Toyoko and a movie in 1974. It shows the conflict of interest between Manpyo Daisuke (&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kitaooji_Kinya" title="Kitaooji Kinya"&gt;Kitaooji Kinya&lt;/a&gt;), a powerful banker, and his eldest son, Manpyo Teppei (&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kimura_Takuya" title="Kimura Takuya"&gt;Kimura Takuya&lt;/a&gt;), the executive managing director of a steel firm. Daisuke dislike Teppei because Teppei had chose to follow his grandfather path to work in a steel industry than to follow his dad into the banking world-and also Teppei looked very much alike his grandfather. Not liking his son, Daisuke tried to crush him in every way he could. For more detail info, go &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Karei-naru_Ichizoku"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For the official site, click &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.co.jp/karei2007/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think this is the best Japanese dorama so far. I can't explain how, but you'll know when you watch this! A MUST WATCH show. Grab this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReUNLzyXHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wjoMOKq0Q74/s1600-h/snapshot20070228124530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReUNLzyXHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wjoMOKq0Q74/s320/snapshot20070228124530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036446254814928306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F(l-r): Teppei, Fusako, Daisuki, onna(Aiko), Genpei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Sanae, Tsugiko, Makino, Mima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReUNYTyXHcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sKJ939D6Jfs/s1600-h/snapshot20070228124604+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReUNYTyXHcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sKJ939D6Jfs/s320/snapshot20070228124604+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036446469563293122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A more creative way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Some pictures have copyright.&lt;br /&gt;Photo that is not mine, I will give credit to those who owns it.&lt;br /&gt;Photo that is mine, I'll leave it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Note: When no small note of credit, means its mine! Don't sue me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-2367285973433483630?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/2367285973433483630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=2367285973433483630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2367285973433483630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/2367285973433483630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/karei-naru-ichizoku.html' title='Karei-naru Ichizoku'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReUNLzyXHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wjoMOKq0Q74/s72-c/snapshot20070228124530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5139859649846005921</id><published>2007-02-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:01:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Eat that down! Gulp that down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Johnny Steamboat(Thai steamboat, so halal). My parents, sis, and myself went for a dinner with Aunt Lulu and Uncle Ahmad, their daughter, Munira, and the boyfriend(I don't know his name). Okay, let's go into the main storyline. First, as I enter into the restaurant, only a few people there. Secondly, slow service, not to mention bad as well. I wasn't satisfied with the steamboat, so I ordered side dishes, Thai fried rice. First of all, rice no taste. Second, nasi berkelompok! Third, the carrot so hard as if it's raw. The pineapple is ok. And...they(everyone except me, mum, and sis) complimented that the rice was good! Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReT-STyXHaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H_kCPjOzRIg/s1600-h/26022007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReT-STyXHaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H_kCPjOzRIg/s320/26022007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036429873809661346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-l: Alvin, Chris, mua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so basically, after dinner at around 11pm, we went to Aloha. Yeh, only the three of us. I wasn't prepared for club because Chris said he just wanted to go to somewhere nice and drink liquor, and I wore shorts and slippers. Later Alvin called, wanting to follow so he suggested Aloha. Hah! Boleh masuk ka with slippers? (It means 'can I go in with slippers?'). Drove there, parked, and simply walked in. Hey I passed. So we took a table and ordered jugs of Carlsberg. Seriously, Carlsberg is a-okay. We drank and listen to the music. Made some friends-but not know their names. Only got their numbers. LOL. What a joker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5139859649846005921?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5139859649846005921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5139859649846005921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5139859649846005921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5139859649846005921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReT-STyXHaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H_kCPjOzRIg/s72-c/26022007+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-454460709748166395</id><published>2007-02-25T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:59:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which do you prefer??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReEy9T-xUnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SvrZpThZ1Bw/s1600-h/yagami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReEy9T-xUnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SvrZpThZ1Bw/s320/yagami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035361887293887090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yagami Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReEzPT-xUoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fuyh4pgKL5k/s1600-h/Rei+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReEzPT-xUoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fuyh4pgKL5k/s320/Rei+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035362196531532418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rei Kashino, the Goddess of MARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-454460709748166395?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/454460709748166395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=454460709748166395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/454460709748166395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/454460709748166395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/which-do-you-prefer.html' title='Which do you prefer??'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReEy9T-xUnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SvrZpThZ1Bw/s72-c/yagami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-3578177309918645876</id><published>2007-02-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:58:31.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was alright when I were blogging before my bro came back and bug me, and now I'm fucking pissed!</title><content type='html'>Do you know how rock artists make money? Or how they earn money from their albums? I was astonished when I found this out from Burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, rock artist do not earn much from their album CDs. Let's take a ramdon rock artist, MUCC. When you go over the counter to purchase their CD, you will forked out RM 46.9-RM50, as it is imported from Japan. So do you think all that goes to them? Burn said, maybe a buck or two goes to them, and the rest goes to the middle men, the the printing, the cover, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, rock artists are encouraging P2P(torrent downloads, eMule, LimeWire, etc). This way they would get bigger fan base. I think its totally true. Just like L'Arc, I first got to know them through their music, Niji(the OP for Samurai X movie). Of course, I don't just dash to the shop and purchase the CD by only listening to A SONG! I came online, search for the song, and learned the artist, and start downloading their discography. Only then I'll decide whether to buy or not to buy. However, if you're talking about famous pop artist, maybe it's true that they earn money from their albums. I can't illustrate this because I don't know of any pop artist. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I've been on Yahoo! Pool quite frequent these days. How pathetic is that? I can't shoot an actual pool ball that I need to play it online. Anyway, upon 20 guys, I can only find one decent guy to chat with. The rest are just plain asshole who needs sex...ONLINE! Well they're more pathetic, aren't they? Just get hooker and do real sex instead of cybersex. I've also get to know this nice lady, from UK who works in finance field! How nice is that? She told me 1001 tricks in finance and how to earn good cash. She told me which company to approach and which not to approach. She even gave me a valuable piece of advice. And guess what? I didn't get her name! How more dumb can I be? However, I got her e-mail though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Jeevs the other day in Mid-Valley. I was actually ditched by my friend *FIERCE LOOK* so I called him out. He was about to faint when he saw me in skirt, plus the paintings on my fingers! He said he would've died seeing too much in a day, and then rephrase that its not worth dying for me. Lol. (Jeev, I don't need you to die for me!) We went to some cafe beside Swatch to have lunch, with SueAnn and Pranava. I should've brought my new cam along, so I can show you how pathetic my lunch is. I ordered 'chicken in fruitty sauce'. When the dish came, the proportion is so damn small, and I can even count how many bites of chicken pieces I have! I wasn't satisfied with my food and I went to Crispy Pohpiah then. I was really fussy. When I ordered, they wanted to give me the ready-make-served-there pohpiah. I told them I want fresh and new one and they replied it is, they just made it. I say NO, I want you to do a new one. Hahaha. After all I'm paying, and its my tummy, I do have the right to request for a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReBQ8z-xUlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_Ch0DRMSzEI/s1600-h/Resize+Wizard-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReBQ8z-xUlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_Ch0DRMSzEI/s200/Resize+Wizard-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035113389076075090" border="0" /&gt;                               &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my sis hand (I took this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReBRND-xUmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f-zSvwaG6_M/s1600-h/Resize+Wizard-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReBRND-xUmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f-zSvwaG6_M/s200/Resize+Wizard-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035113668248949346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is mine (compare the clarity; mum &amp; sis have no talent in photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me! I'm fucking pissed NOW!&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/37161648-3578177309918645876?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/3578177309918645876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=3578177309918645876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3578177309918645876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/3578177309918645876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-alright-when-i-were-blogging.html' title='I was alright when I were blogging before my bro came back and bug me, and now I&apos;m fucking pissed!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/ReBQ8z-xUlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_Ch0DRMSzEI/s72-c/Resize+Wizard-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1075448831852239141</id><published>2007-02-21T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:16:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's holiday! This Chinese New Year is great!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy peeps! I've been away for few days, then again I guess most of my blogger friends are too. It's Chinese New Year and everyone's busy collecting angpows, included me. I've managed to visit most of my friend's house, including Jo's, and Chien Li. Never I have been to Chien Li's house, and I was excited the night before. Hahaha. Just like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, Feb18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of Chinese New Year (CNY). My family and I went back to dad's hometown in Muar, Johor. A normal ritual reunion of all relatives, excluding Steve's family this year. He's busy in his final year project, so forgive him. However, met Esther and brothers, and all my aunts and uncles. A big family tree, I, of course expect big angpows. Hehe. Took dozens of pictures with Esther and brothers, but have yet to received them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very tired day because we made a day trip back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, Feb 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came visiting in the morning. We played some Uno strip, oh yess baby! Of course, we went in the room, switch on the air-cond, and I grab whatever sweater and shawl that's in my room. Then we started playing. I want to strip, but I can't because I kept winning! My bro and sis and my friend stripped. Muahaha. A good sight-seeing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the noon, me and my family went to grandma's house. We chit chat, then go for dinner at Sakae Sushi in The Curve. I remember Sakae's temaki not nice, so I did not ordered that. So I ordered the usual food I ate there. It was a big group, my cousins and I, plus our mums and dads. Hahaha. After dinner, we walked around in The Curve and took pictures for my sister under the fake Sakura trees. Oh well, it's a Sakura tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday, Feb 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Chien Li and meet Jee Wang for lunch. Again, sushi for lunch at Sushi King in Mid-Valley. I remembered the last I ate there was last year, with Cheng Yen and Li Yen, and I sort of like got food poisoning. However, I ordered salmon, ohh I love my raw fish. And again, Kitsune Udon(pretty much same as last night dinner, except for Hana Maki and Tempura Cheese Crepe).  Later on, Jee Wang went off, he didn't want to join us for girls' shopping. So me and Chien Li walked around in Mid-Valley. Later on we went back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it's the very first time in my life going to her house, though we knew each other for almost 16 years, and I spent half on my lifetime with her. Hahaha. I always go her uncle's place though. Yehh, so we went back and chit chat till late evening. It was good seeing her again, and now I know the road there, we could hang out often. Again, we took a few pics, and yet to received it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed, Feb 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired day. I hardly slept for the past few days because my brothers and sister insisted on playing cards till late late night. I woke up everyday with one eye swollen like as if I watched porn, you know people say the red eye. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Jo's place around 10.15am, I think. My car's clock and hp is always 10 minutes faster, I think. Hahaha. I'm not sure. Went there, chit chat, and played some piano. She taught me how to play one of Yoshiki's piece, Forever Love. I, have yet to master this piece. I wanted ti take picture with her but her battery died, and my handphone's batt low, so can't take photo. I left at around 12pm because she have church event at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to Crawford's place. I wanted to go empty handed but he said NO. Lol. SO... I had to go home and pack some stuff which I don't know what is it. I just simply take whatever that's within reach. Went to his house, ate some cookies, and read some mags. Most of the time, I was chatting with his mother. He's suppose to come like now...but I wonder if he'll come. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invited me to his friend's place I think(again think!) for gamble till next morning I assume. In Petaling Jaya. I drive. So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from PuiYee, I guess she's enjoying. Susi ditch me and went back without informing me!! So cruel. And Burn is trying to rip me off my angpow for Allegro!! Too cruel. And I have plans to do with my angpows. It's time to feed my iPod with nice accessories and headphone! I've been dying to get a Grado S60(the most affordable at the moment). Come to me baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1075448831852239141?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1075448831852239141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1075448831852239141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1075448831852239141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1075448831852239141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-holiday-this-chinese-new-year-is.html' title='It&apos;s holiday! This Chinese New Year is great!!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-786669603286770078</id><published>2007-02-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:45:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mou sukoshi dake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake!&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty. I'm a sinner. It has been vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Have you heard of the anime director's clock? Apparently The Daily Yomiuri announced that Hayao Miyazaka had designed a huge clock that is &lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;12 meters high, 18 meters wide and projecting three meters forward of the building's facade, and it weight at 28 tons. Its exterior is made of 1,228 sheets of copper, each one shaped by hand. This clock is hung at the outer wall of Nippon Television Network in Shiodome, Tokyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdaNbSeNzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/DB8bmrONCAo/s1600-h/7664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdaNbSeNzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/DB8bmrONCAo/s200/7664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365133587664690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="typ_article"&gt;Pic courtesy of ANN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;            This clock is being completed in 16 months(a year and four months), after the construction starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt; It is preset with entertainment function. When the clock strikes, a three-minute  show will be launched that features &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;32 different kinds of mechanically programmed motions at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;The mechanical show is performed four times a day: at noon, 3pm, 6pm and 8pm on Saturdays and Sundays, it is also performed at 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;            And do you know in China, singles tend to rent a lover during special occasions? According to China Daily, a psychic student at Peiking University posted an advertisement saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;A girlfriend during Spring Festival 1,000 yuan ($128) for 10 days". 20 girls had responded to this advert within 2 days. The media report said that those responded to the advert are either looking for fun or money and they warned that is could be dangerous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="typ_article"&gt;            While in Korea, the suicide rate has increased tremendously from 11.8 per 100,000 people in 1995 to 26.1 per 100,000 in 2005. Yuni was found hanged on Jan 21 which have shocked all of her fans who's awaiting for the release of her third album. Actress Jeong Da Bin committed suicide because of depression over shortage of work. So now you think Korea is cool? Nevertheless, I still like Korea - the nice traditional gown; its food; its culture; and the pretty girls. No doubt that there's hundreds of beautiful actress, but on my top list would be Song Hye-Kyo, Eugene, and Choi Ji Woo. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-786669603286770078?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/786669603286770078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=786669603286770078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/786669603286770078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/786669603286770078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/mou-sukoshi-dake.html' title='Mou sukoshi dake!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdaNbSeNzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/DB8bmrONCAo/s72-c/7664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1769782306711893066</id><published>2007-02-16T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:05:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach, more BLEACH!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think I'm overdoing this. But I've just watched Bleach 114 and 115 and I greatly felt the need to blog about it. Let's see, I'm more of a visual person so I'll post up a few snapshot from the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In episode 114, the gang, Renji, Rangiku, Toushirou, Yumichika, and Ikkaku made a grand entrance towards the end of the episode.  See our Hitsugaya Taichou is angry because Kurosaki called him Toushirou. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVt2yeNzoI/AAAAAAAAABc/eVPbHsJv_to/s1600-h/hitsugaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVt2yeNzoI/AAAAAAAAABc/eVPbHsJv_to/s200/hitsugaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032048946685267586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitsugaya Toushirou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia suddenly appeared at the window, and immediately fly towards Kurosaki and kicked him. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVuXieNzqI/AAAAAAAAABs/oVfLUqnk9P0/s1600-h/snapshot20070216160551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVuXieNzqI/AAAAAAAAABs/oVfLUqnk9P0/s200/snapshot20070216160551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032049509325983394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rukia &amp; Ichigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then came the rest of the gang trying to scare off the students there. That's Ikkaku with his bald head and his katakana. And on the extreme right, we've got Rangiku-san with her uhm ohh lala outfit! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVuqyeNzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qkvSH8Rg9ow/s1600-h/snapshot20070216160730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVuqyeNzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qkvSH8Rg9ow/s200/snapshot20070216160730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032049840038465202" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVu2SeNztI/AAAAAAAAACE/07FILKSK6Kg/s1600-h/snapshot20070216161438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVu2SeNztI/AAAAAAAAACE/07FILKSK6Kg/s200/snapshot20070216161438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032050037606960850" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVvCCeNzuI/AAAAAAAAACM/oDwEqBEckDY/s1600-h/snapshot20070216161524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVvCCeNzuI/AAAAAAAAACM/oDwEqBEckDY/s200/snapshot20070216161524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032050239470423778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have Kurosaki's father and sister ears drop when he brought Rukia into his room. And all of the sudden, this gang, except Hitsugaya, came out from his ceiling's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVv5CeNzwI/AAAAAAAAACc/XrNDo9UuwM4/s1600-h/snapshot20070216161714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVv5CeNzwI/AAAAAAAAACc/XrNDo9UuwM4/s200/snapshot20070216161714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032051184363228930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVwAieNzxI/AAAAAAAAACk/lZOwKGMaGA0/s1600-h/snapshot20070216161847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVwAieNzxI/AAAAAAAAACk/lZOwKGMaGA0/s200/snapshot20070216161847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032051313212247826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now...we have our main star for the day...which is...Aizen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVwJSeNzyI/AAAAAAAAACs/SQGtzJnkPdk/s1600-h/snapshot20070216162509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVwJSeNzyI/AAAAAAAAACs/SQGtzJnkPdk/s200/snapshot20070216162509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032051463536103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, he no longer wears glasses, and his hair is comb like the typical usual bad guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually much more detail about the episode, but I'm not a good story teller. So I would advise you going to Bleach fansite to read and discuss about it. I wanna hurry watch the next episode. Kyaa~~Can't wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Naruto has came out with a new series I assume? Or perhaps is a movie? Or sequel? Or OVA? I've no idea. It's called Naruto Shippuuden. Now I'm downloading episode 1 &amp; 2(which actually comes together in a file). I hope this would be good. After all, I haven't watched Naruto in ages, my brother did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I also did watch Kekkaishi episode 12. PLease anyone let me know where can I get the ending song?! I've been downloading a number of tools to rip out the ending song from the anime itself but it doesn't seem to work. I'm craving for the song. I like how the singer played with his voice. Pulling it high and low. Is that even the term to use to describe someone's voice? I've no idea. In this episode, Madarao killed his long life friend, Kouya. Kouya has deep vengeance towards human, understandable because he was killed by one. And guess what? Yoshimori has finally become Madarao's new master after putting back the seal on Madarao. Way to go Yoshimori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what other anime there is? Ohh there's SlamDunk, a very old anime, but nevertheless, it's good. Yes, I'm re-watching this now. Why? Because Sakuragi is soo cute. Muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told Tetsu's single will be out anytime soon. Owh man, I can't wait for this! Been missing Tetsu a lot, and of course, Larcy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVu2SeNztI/AAAAAAAAACE/07FILKSK6Kg/s1600-h/snapshot20070216161438.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1769782306711893066?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1769782306711893066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1769782306711893066&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1769782306711893066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1769782306711893066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/bleach-more-bleach.html' title='Bleach, more BLEACH!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdVt2yeNzoI/AAAAAAAAABc/eVPbHsJv_to/s72-c/hitsugaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1034071960173839985</id><published>2007-02-16T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:02:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gi's chores</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10 plus, when Cheng Yen called. I'm terribly lazy to get out from my bed. I wanna continue sleeping. Who dares disturb my slumber? Cheng Yen! So I brushed my teeth, washed my face, no breakfast for me. I'm getting angry, where's my breakfast?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my laundry today. Fuh, tiring. Then I let the machine do the wonder drying it for me, and I hung it up at the balcony. Later, I cleaned my room, my manga, my anime, and my CD collections-all dusty. Next, I move to my computer, cleaning the table, monitor, CPU, printer, speaker, basically almost everything. It's all dusty. I rearranged my anime and Cds. I finished this all in pretty 2 hours! Fast eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiang asked me to take some pictures of my anime and manga collections. I would love to, but sadly my stupid camera had to find fault with it. I've to fix the display  and lens-which would roughly cost AT LEAST RM300. I might as well buy a new one, no? But no, cuz I'm very much in love with my IXUS500. My darling cam had accompanied me for 2 years already, and I can't just ditch it. So I decided to fix the baby after CNY when I get my red packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched X TV. I wonder, does X TV comes first or X 1999 Movie? Because both have totally different ending. In X TV, many died. I'm pissed, can't Kamui do something instaed of waiting for all to sacrifice themselves before he can put up his barrier? Ahh, I hate it when Sorata died, the most heart touching scene. I hate it that Arashi can't be honest with herself. I hate it when Karen died protecting Aoki. I hate it when everyone is trying their best to protect the earth while Kamui linger around like a weakling. I hate it when Kamui finally understood what it meant to protect someone, and he died after putting up his barrier. However, he managed to get Fuma back. I hate it when anime has such bad/sad ending. I hate hate hate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In X 1999 movie, Fuma died. I hate it when he knows he's going to die and yet still fought with Kamui. I hate it when Kamui chop of Fuma's head, and that's when Forever Love(X Japan) song come up. It's just so friggin sad. I hate it when Fuma killed his sister, Kotori. It's the same in X TV. I hate it when other died for somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hero is....Sorata! The most cheerful in the 7 Angels, the most optimistic, the most bubly, the most caring and etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdU54yeNzlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjHIMDnq7QI/s1600-h/Sorata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdU54yeNzlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjHIMDnq7QI/s320/Sorata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031991806440361554" border="0" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdU6HyeNzmI/AAAAAAAAABA/qm_pO87SlJU/s1600-h/snapshot20070216125217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdU6HyeNzmI/AAAAAAAAABA/qm_pO87SlJU/s320/snapshot20070216125217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031992064138399330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I forgot to mention, I've just finished Kagrra's new album, Shizuku. It's short, with only 9 tracks. However, it's good. I like most is the track Hakai. Somehow listening to this track, it reminds me of an English band, and I still can't remember its name. I wanted to upload Hakai on fileden but my connection sucks. SUCKS big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad feeling about this CNY somehow. I don't know. My 6th sense is acting up =P&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/37161648-1034071960173839985?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1034071960173839985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1034071960173839985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1034071960173839985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1034071960173839985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/gis-chores.html' title='Gi&apos;s chores'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdU54yeNzlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjHIMDnq7QI/s72-c/Sorata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-8475754005674521117</id><published>2007-02-16T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:33:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tired day, I'm all worn out, yet still here at 2.32A.M</title><content type='html'>Yare yare yare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, okay more like yesterday I went to college.  Why again in college? Well I have reasons for this. To meet up with PuiYee and JoJo for lunch, and also Jeevs but he couldn't make it. I also went to see Mr. Lim to get my reference. So let me tell you about today. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 10am, bathe and to get ready. I haven't even packed my bag goodness. I hurried up pack all my stuff that I need with me, basically very few things. So I hurried out the house because my brother needs me to send him to work. So he kept calling me from downstairs. I went down quickly and forgot to bring Mr. Lim's valentines gift. Lol. Joking la, it's just my token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent my brother to work, and only then I realized it forgot to bring my file(important!). So after dropping him, I turned back to get it. I felt like I missed something but I don't know. After reaching Subang, crap, only remembered I forgot Mr. Lim's Valentines gift. So I drove around ss14 to see if they sell any 'kam' and cookies but found none. I called Jo up to ask and she suggested ss15(KFC side). So I waited for her at the bridge and we went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round, I couldn't speak Chinese so I asked Jo to accompany me in. Went in the shop, (some event happening). Then we went at the back to pick some kam and got cookies(more like biscuits) for him. Then I hurried back to ss14 and parked to meet PuiYee. She's waiting for me/waited for me for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk we went to Sweet Cafe for lunch. PuiYee didn't like food, JoJo's food is oily, and I, I love my food. I ordered Cheese fried rice. It's nice, but the cheese, seeing the way the cook it, I think my mum could also do that. Just fried the rice and top up with cheese. Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, JoJo went back to library to do her work, while me and PuiYee went back to her house. Before going to PuiYee's house, I met my lecturers. [The event of meeting lecturer is not interesting thus no need to mention].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later on, decided to go to Mid-v with PuiYee. And the journey began. Okay, I don't really remember where we started from. We saw this uhm Chinese acrobatic. This girl(quite fat) she lifted a big vase(80-90kg!) with only her two legs. Then a volunteer volunteered to sit in it, plus another girl on top of it(say perhaps 200kg?) It was amazing, because she didn't just lifted it up, but turned it around as well! Very impressive I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that acrobatic thingy, we walked around in Mid-V, see things. Many things. We went to here and there. I can't really remember. Maybe because I'm starting to feel sleepy. I remembered going in BodyShop asking the senior assistant this and that but ended up bought nothing. I remembered we went in TheFaceShop and played with their testers. PuiYee had her left hand's nails coloured while I got only three of my left painted. We looked around in the shop and went out empty handed. Then we head to Arazali(my fav shop) because they put a big 'SALES PROMOTION DISCOUNTS' and ended up found that the discount is for only above RM300 of purchase! Damn you Arazali. People's is next. I liked a bag there. It's soft and nice, cost RM69.90 with a 10% discount, which is still In RM60plus. Therefore it's expensive. I have no cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures at the CNY decoration in the center court, and we adjourned to Zara. Saw some pretty &amp; cheap dresses but all in L sizes. Urghz. Then we tried on their shawls(mine red, PuiYee's pink) and took picture at the mirror. Suddenly the mirror started moving, and only to realize it's a store room behind. And there's a lady standing on my back's right watching us. So we placed back the shawl to where it is. Spooky cuz I'm asked if I wanted it. And...we went out with nothing! So basically it's window shopping plus fooling around cuz we have so much of free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdSlKieNzjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2e41cklUDsM/s1600-h/DSC00078+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdSlKieNzjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2e41cklUDsM/s320/DSC00078+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031828284150500914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever seen me in a skirt? Well it's your lucky day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then when we went out of Zara...lalala. I dislike lala guys. Given handsome look but in lala dressing. Urghz. Them, nothing to do, hense start arghz I'm so angry speaking about this. Anyway that's the end of the day out with PuiYee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Cheng Yen for pool but I didn't have enough time too because of timing problem. Supposed to go to Maison with Jeevs but I can't get Susi on phone. And supposed to go even can't get her, mum told me to stay home. Supposed to get a reply from my dear but there's none. There's just so many of supposed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extra info. Can you guessed how many meals I had for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Nasi Lemak in the morning (big portion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Cheese Fried Rice for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Korean Fried Noodle in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Chocolates soon after the noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rice for dinner(mum cooked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Cookies right after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told Burn I'm still craving for Mee Goreng and we should go Steven's Corner like later in the evening. Then we will go for Ghost Riders, with Chuan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for my own use:&lt;br /&gt;::ChienLi still owe me a day out-we're supposed to have 2 remember? Korean food and Japanese food!&lt;br /&gt;::I owe Cheng Yen my day out.&lt;br /&gt;::I owe Jeevs one, and he owed me one too. (too bad we can't like cancel off each other's debt)&lt;br /&gt;::I owe Burn an Allegro.&lt;br /&gt;::Me and PuiYee should take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;::I've noticed that I seldom take pictures with Chien Li, Jo, Li Yen, Jeevs, and Susi.&lt;br /&gt;...and we'll see how things go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-8475754005674521117?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/8475754005674521117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=8475754005674521117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8475754005674521117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/8475754005674521117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired-day-im-all-worn-out-yet-still.html' title='A tired day, I&apos;m all worn out, yet still here at 2.32A.M'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdSlKieNzjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2e41cklUDsM/s72-c/DSC00078+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1116911865053832919</id><published>2007-02-14T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:55:29.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb the 14th, so what.</title><content type='html'>So what's so special with Valentines? Someone tell me. Apparently, I've now been labeled as blockhead by others. Cheng Yen said I'm a firewall. True indeed. Oh well I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with PuiYee yesterday. Went for Sakae Sushi at The Curve. Man, I think I've gained a few pounds there! I ordered so much stuff and I could barely finished it. But somehow I did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdLYMSeNzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmfwWrOWMDM/s1600-h/DSC00065+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdLYMSeNzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmfwWrOWMDM/s320/DSC00065+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031321439354867218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around at The Curve. We first head to Niichi. Tried quite a few dresses and skirts but none of it to my preference. Walk and walk we ended up at Cineleisure. I bought my hoodie at Seraphine. I was a girly shop I admit but uhm, don't judge the shop by its interior! It was quite pricey but I have no regrets there. I love my hoodie! Yeah, and I also took a picture with the big bear. Guess how much? It's just RM399/499. I don't remember which. Not bad yea. Blek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this shop called J-style. Ohh I love a skirt there. It's black with red linings. Reminds me of Nana's skirt. Not that Hachi. So punk-ish. But they don't have my size. I could fit in the S size, but I don't like cuz it wears my waist. Therefore I've decided to forego it, though I love it so much. It's really hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we back to The Curve and passed by this stall that sells shawls. I wanted to get a black one, and I so happened to saw it there. So I just simple asked the price and the man told me it's RM29. I go like "Urghz, so expensive. It's okay. Thanks anyway". I think he's to desperate to sales he offered me RM25. I said no. Then he asked how much I want, and I replied I don't want. Gosh, so persistent. Finally he gave me for RM20. And I said okay. Muahahaha. Am I good at haggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to Metrojaya to look around and got nothing. As we wanted to leave, we saw this big F.O.S(I have no idea what it stands for). So we stepped in there. It was really big, and surprisingly cheap. I got a skirt there and PuiYee got a purple shirt. Nice! Later on we passed by MCKY. I went in to see if the shoe and bag I wanted are still there. Unfortunately, no. Urghz. I should've bought them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh guess what happened today? I was sleeping in the morning and someone called me at around 10ish wishing me Happy Valentines. I asked who is that...and he replied Lim Lay Kong. Oh shoot! It was none other than my lecturer, Mr. Lim. I thought someone prank call me. Recently I've got a few pranks messages and it's annoying. Lol. Then we chatted for a while. I was told to get my references tomorrow. Should I get him chocs maybe? To thank him for all my references. I gave him 7 references to filled up, and 5 of it must be hand written, I fell bad if I don't do something about it. And apparently, Ms. Kat didn't have the time to do my references, so I'll just give her till after CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, so you think I have no date on Valentines yea? Well, I've just got one from Susi, my hun. She's back owh yes she is! We're going on a date soon. Lalala. So what it's a she? You guys must be thinking I'm crazy, no? Well just for your info, I go both ways. I therefore have more choices than those who are stupid straight. Okay, don't get offended. Siapa makan cili dia terasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come, I'm currently in love with this song, it just suits my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They strangle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t explain myself at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I don’t want to need at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it’s best you leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give the final blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Least I fall alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t explain what you can’t explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're finding things that you didn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I look at you with such disdain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it’s best you leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give the final blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I’m on my own side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s better than being on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s my fault when you're blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these thoughts locked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you’re the first to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends when darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tonight Insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there should be no mistake. My favs song afta all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-1116911865053832919?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1116911865053832919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1116911865053832919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1116911865053832919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1116911865053832919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/feb-14th-so-what.html' title='Feb the 14th, so what.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UtYs-KfGyOE/RdLYMSeNzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lmfwWrOWMDM/s72-c/DSC00065+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-7735716366370754005</id><published>2007-02-11T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:12:47.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot sunny bored day'/><title type='text'>I'm trying to jammed up blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Hold a Grudge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/grudge-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to give almost anyone a second chance, even if they've really wronged you.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly forgiving and compassionate, you understand that people sometimes change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/"&gt;Do You Hold a Grudge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you believe this? I thought I do...Well not all test is accurate. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Spoiled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little spoiled, but you're not spoiled rotten.&lt;br /&gt;You love to be showered with gifts and affection, but you're good at keeping your demands to a minimum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/"&gt;Are You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well, fair enough. At least I'm 50% INDEPENDENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(224, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/mfa.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa, I like this. Sound so me...I should take up photography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 76% Indie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/indie-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;76%, not bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've had too much of this already. Lol. I'm home all alone, and it's freakin' hot out there. I'm even sweating at home. I've no mood to go out in the noon anymore. I'd rather have at night, be the night owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Otogizoushi few weeks ago. And I've just finally be able to get hold of all its OSTs. Gosh, they're so hard to find, either online or in shops. I had to order in from AnimeTech because Kinokuniya couldn't get it for me. Hell yeah, their music rocks. I'm so much in love with Zen and Hoshi ni Negai wo, basically the main songs, OP and ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into some phrases in Hoshi ni Negai wo song. There's some from Zen too but I can't find the lyrics online. And I don't know romanji either. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Mado no soto wa yotei tojikometa ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Kyou wa gomen, to ka omou nara mukae ni kite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Iitai kedo dame da... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoshi ni negatta sono yume wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hitotsu hitotsuzutsu kanau nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Anata ni mottomo chikazukitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll be having a date with PuiYee on Tuesday. I can't wait for it. It's been ages since we last went out together! I missed Li Yen too. She's been quite busy lately, so I say work is horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-7735716366370754005?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/7735716366370754005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=7735716366370754005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7735716366370754005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/7735716366370754005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-trying-to-jammed-up-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m trying to jammed up blogger'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-5281775264576037226</id><published>2007-02-11T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:55:06.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X TV; X Japan'/><title type='text'>X TV</title><content type='html'>I have to share this. I'm currently following X TV, as you can see the title itself tells everything. =p I've got this anime from a friend of mine, refuse to acknowledge himself. I've actually start watching the movie first, X Movie 1999. But I only watched it in 2001. It's a really interesting movie, requires thinking and patience to watch. Some might find it boring, but to me it's awesome. After all it's from Clamp! Clamp is not an individual mangaka, but they consists of 4 members. To check out more, head &lt;a href="http://www.clamp-net.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary taken from ANN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the year of destiny and 15 year old Kamui Shiro, a powerful psychic, has returned to Toyko after a 6 year absence. He returns to protect his childhood friends, Fuuma, and Fuuma's younger sister Kotori. But destiny and fate are haunting Kamui and pulling in himself and his loved ones. It is his destiny to decide the fate of the world and mankind, no matter if he wants the role or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own addition:&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly, he was unable to protect them, but ended up fighting with Fuuma and got Kotori into Fuuma's sacrifice. I'm a sucker in bad ending, as you all know. But I just could not resists this. I love the story line, though sometimes it seems be to dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have yet to finish watching it, but I somehow can predict the ending. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just downloaded it's full collection of OSTs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamui's Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuuma's Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opening Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ending Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OST I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OST II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Character Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Movie OST 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OSTs are awesome. I love the soundtrack. Guess some of you don't know. X Japan sung the song for the Movie's ending, Forever Love. I'm really so much in love with this song. Ohh and especially in their last concert, Yoshiki actually cried. It's so sad. Ok, I admit I was a bit emo when watching the concert. Oh yeah, speaking of this, I've just remembered. They also sung this in Hide's funeral. Frankly, I didn't find it sad during Hide's funeral. They sounded like laughing. Sorry Hide. I'm a big fan of yours but that's just what I felt during your funeral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1Fnm7yT1upMrnIPf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1Fnm7yT1upMrnIPf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="334" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3oyh_xjapan-forever-love"&gt;X-JAPAN FOREVER LOVE !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/XxKUJAxX"&gt;XxKUJAxX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite like youtube for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's slow in loading&lt;br /&gt;2) Sometimes it don't even load at all&lt;br /&gt;3) And when it loads, just for few second and the replay button appear! Slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DailyMotion is so much better. At least I never experienced anything mentioned above. Oh but one good thing about youtube is....it has more videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so have I missed out anything to say? Hmm I don't think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-5281775264576037226?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/5281775264576037226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=5281775264576037226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5281775264576037226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/5281775264576037226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/x-tv.html' title='X TV'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-1278193154066104654</id><published>2007-02-10T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:39:20.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done but bored...</title><content type='html'>I see Jo's so active in posting all these tests. So I thought I might wanna try this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 95% Male, 5% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you drive like a typical male.&lt;br /&gt;You're reckless, aggressive, and see driving as a game.&lt;br /&gt;And while you like to live on the edge a little, you still know how to drive safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I'm not that terrible...am I? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Winter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/winter.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, calm, and totally at peace...&lt;br /&gt;You're happy to be at home, wrapped in a blanket, completely snowed in&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're lighting a fire or having a snowball fight, you always feel best in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh, this is so true. I actually love winter! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh...Can you see that I'm using the new blogger? I didn't want to change, but am forced to. I can't log in and blog unless I upgrade mine to the new blogger. Ohh well, I don't know how good is this new one because I had problems posting comments on Ne-Chan's blog when she switch to beta blogger.&lt;br /&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/37161648-1278193154066104654?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/1278193154066104654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=1278193154066104654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1278193154066104654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/1278193154066104654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/done-but-bored.html' title='Done but bored...'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-117109256958224667</id><published>2007-02-10T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:58:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>Yesh, I'm finally done with the stupid IELTS. Let me brief  you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enegertic in the morning. Was so ready to sit for it. For the first 15 minutes I was fine. Then suddenly my mind went blank and blur. That was during listening test. I tried to regain my composure, and by the time I got back on track...the particular section, Question 7-14 ended! Bloody hell. I lost all the answers for 7 questions! 7 BLOODY QUESTIONS! That constitute of 7 marks, which a really big factor in determining my band. Me and my bloody brain and mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now let's move on to the reading section. 40 questions to complete in an hour time. The first passage was two full pages long! Sheesh. And the questions were rather tricky. I had some difficulty in answering the first 10 questions. There goes my band. Downgrade to 7 immediately. Then the second passage, even tougher. BLOODY TRICKY. It took me almost 25 minutes! There goes, from band 7 to 6. The last passage was rather easy. I did the 20 questions(2 parts) back to back so I don't have to read it few times. Smart ain't I? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now the writing test. This is what had me worried for the whole week. You know when you had your brain freeze for half a year...how it feels. Yes, that's exactly what I'm experiencing. So I was frantically worried for this section. However, it turned out pretty easy. So much different from what I'd thought. And I kept writing and writing and keep on writing. It exceeded the limit of words...but I think they won't penalize for it right? Hey I can write much, that's soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about my test. Later Jeevs called me out for lunch. Since I'm still there and he's there, so we went to Subang Parade for lunch. After that we both left and I came home, got myself caught in traffic(had no idea what's causing the jam) for an hour. Bloody hell. Ohh when I finally reached home, here I am, blogging. I'm gonna nap for a while after this. I NEED sleep. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my score Band will be? 6 perhaps? But I need a BLOODY nice 7 to get into Edinburgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are some of the photos that I took a week back, same time I took with the Blush mannequins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/1600/982539/P2022011%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/320/54894/P2022011%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hidden stairs...how many knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/1600/982539/P2022011%20copy.jpg"&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/1600/691697/P2022043%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/320/147328/P2022043%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ KTV @ around 12.15A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/1600/690859/P2022013%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5911/1981/320/185161/P2022013%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Perhaps...I like leaning against the glass?&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/37161648-117109256958224667?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/117109256958224667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=117109256958224667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117109256958224667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117109256958224667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-117102443148712379</id><published>2007-02-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:46:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have IELTS exam tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Although exam is tomorrow, but I felt the need to post something - anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Wed's  newspaper.  Saw the new XXX column. Guess guess...Burn's the advisor. I would want to write in prank letter stating "I only want Parthiban to answer" Hahaha. Burn's is getting famous...while me...this is what I've been doing. A bunch of personality/judgment tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Lucky Underwear is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them.&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 77% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty open person - and you don't mind sharing the good, bad, and sometimes ugly.&lt;br /&gt;And while sometimes you do catch yourself blabbing on, you usually exhibit restraint.&lt;br /&gt;You're openness is quite refreshing, and it encourages other people to be open with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhh....I often doubt this...What'd you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.&lt;br /&gt;And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 71%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to stress, and you're probably even pretty stressed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Life's problems seem to pile up on you, and this often makes you feel depressed and burned out.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to take time to relax and enjoy life, even if things are stressful. It's the only wa you'll get through the bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wow....71%! I need a life...Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got all these tests from Gina's blog. I was trying to post comment but blogger hates me? Because the page failed to load. And I'm also trying to find Ne-chan's blog...but I forgot the link to because I've reformatted my PC...all gone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ne-chan, if you so-happen to see this, leave me your blog's URL!&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/37161648-117102443148712379?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/117102443148712379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=117102443148712379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117102443148712379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117102443148712379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-ielts-exam-tomorrow.html' title='I have IELTS exam tomorrow!'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-117093164190985380</id><published>2007-02-08T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:47:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson to learn from.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there's this small little girl who lives with her parents. She's the first child, and they were poor. So her dad had to work outstation, leaving his wife and daughter behind-to support the family. Despite the family's situation, this child had live happily with her mum and mum's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the family's situation, this child had been brought up good, obedient, honest, and sincere. After 3 years, she's got a little brother. She was ecstatic as she had live her 3 years playing all by herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until a day, something terrible had happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since that day, she's been a bad girl, rebellious, but never gone over the border such as smoking or drinking. She has never been honest to herself anymore. Often she hurts herself. Sometimes she wanted so much to say "No", but the word no could not come out of her mouth. Often she wanted to say "I'm sorry", but she can't. It's psychology. She's been traumatized that she can't say whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when her second little brother was borned, everything's back to normal. So they thought. But she knew...it can never go back to the way it is before. She now have a bad perspective towards guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she started going to school, she made a lot of friends, mostly guys. But they were never true friends. She can't accept and trust people easily. She had a good friend, O. Since then, they grew up together. They played together, always hanging out together. Until O graduated from primary school, they were separated. So this girl is all alone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl go on with her life. She make a lot of new friends, but she was thinking, are they even true friends? What is friend? She can't define. And finally the time has come...She finally found someone who liked her...What you think? That she will like that guy? It turned out she found out that she hates guy even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37161648-117093164190985380?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/117093164190985380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=117093164190985380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117093164190985380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117093164190985380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/lesson-to-learn-from.html' title='A Lesson to learn from.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37161648.post-117076051504849590</id><published>2007-02-06T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:15:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gi's bored, scared, stressed-up, and hopeless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, Feb 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home. Sunday, such dull day. I hate Sundays. I did my laundry in the morning, then packed my room, sort out all files and papers. Gosh..I found a dump of papers in the box that I kept all my assignments and paperwork. Then I arranged all my CD collections. Backstreet Boys. How nolstagia. It reminds me back to those were the days. I remember BSB have their As Long As You Love Me song no. 2 in the chart for 14 weeks. I was a really big fan of BSB, and also now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, throughout the day I was only lazing home. Crawford called. How rare! =P It has been quite a while since I last heard from him. Everyone's busy working. No time for me. Burn, lucky you're the exception! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, as I was trying to blog here, Chris called me out. So we went to Gasoline, somewhere in Pandan Indah I assume. Hey, sorry for my no sense of direction! It's nay my fault. It has the concept as Channel 6 which we went few days back before coming here. However, Gasoline was pretty much nicer because their interior rocks. All graphic novel drawing on chairs and tables. Yehh. Guess what I did? I was sitting down seeing Chris and Alvin playing Chinese Chess. Dammit I was bored. So I looked across where there's a girl with two guys. I stared. And a fellow from there stared back, together with the girl. So I never move my sight, kept staring. So did they. Then Chris came and joined me, so both of us were looking at both of them. Chris mimick the girl, while I just stay a statue. I was challenged to write my name and phone number to give it to the opposite table; the guys and girl. So I did. I wrote my name, number, and a short message asking the fellow to call me. We sat for a while, no respond from them, hence we went off. Just right I entered the car, the fellow missed call me. I HATE MISSED CALL! So I called back once with a short chat. Chris seems to be enjoying it, while Alvin did not, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Alvin home, and went for second round with the fellow. So we get to know each other, the fellow is underage! Hullo?! Lolx. So that's for the night. We went home at around close to 3a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, Feb 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10a.m. blur. Came online short while to check my mails. Got a few replies from the universities. Then wanted to prepare for classes, bro (Cheng Yen) called. So we chatted for almost half an hour. Noticed I was running out of time I quickly bath, grab my keys and off I go. Reached Carrefour at 12.45p.m for lunch appointment with Chin Heng. Yess, an appointment. Lolx. So I said, working people are always busy. At Ayamas we had our lunch. We ate and chat, chat and ate. Then I realized again, I'm running out of time. I drop him off at the stairs, and stormed off. Couldn't find any parking, I parked at the private car park. Cost me a bomb. I was late for 15 minutes, and was blur the whole day. I didn't even concentrate in class. I was merely sitting down waiting for time to pass by. Slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, online, chatting with Burn. I was complaining about my tiredness, and how scared I am when I found out my brain didn't want to start functioning. 6 months home is indeed a long time, hence is no wonder what I experienced. So I tried to sleep early, but later I puked. So turned I wasn't feeling good because I did not have a full lunch. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, Feb 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find a parking right outside IDP. Lucky, I actually passed the car however, I didn't want to give up on that spot so I stop at the side, and quickly reversed as the car went off. I guess it was pretty aggressive all the students were looking and saying 'WAHHhh'. Uh-huh. *Shy shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jo for a short drink. She was tired of the research I think. Hahaha. It's no wonder because her topic is so tough. I also don't know how to do. Hehehe. Then met Jasween also in McD so we joined them.  We left pretty soon because Jasween had her stuff to do, Jo is free, and I too have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class today, I've noticed, British have a VERY strong accent. I forced myself to follow their pace. It wasn't easy. However, I managed to pull through it. And also we did some speaking. That, I think I could manage it. As for writing, I go bonkers. Have to start practicing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, Gi is finally on her way to appreciate English music....back! Yes, I'm now starting to listening to English music. How long has it been? 6 years already I have not touched English songs. I have quite a collection of albums from Burn. And as for now my favourite is Breaking Benjamin and Josh Groban! Ohh yesss, I love Josh Groban. Have I mention this earlier? I don't remember. Hehe. My favourite of his as for now is When You Say You Love Me and Per Te. Awww, he's soooo good! I couldn't resist. I want more of him-songs. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished downloaded a few episodes of various anime, such as The Third, Ghost Hunt, Shounen Onmyouji, NANA, Naruto, Gintama. Not to forget also J-drama, Karei-nara Ichizoku, and also K-drama, Goong S(this is for my mum, not myself). But...I haven't have the time to watch them.&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/37161648-117076051504849590?l=kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/feeds/117076051504849590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37161648&amp;postID=117076051504849590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117076051504849590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37161648/posts/default/117076051504849590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumikomatsuo.blogspot.com/2007/02/gis-bored-scared-stressed-up-and.html' title='Gi&apos;s bored, scared, stressed-up, and hopeless.'/><author><name>MatsuoKumiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620868190672724125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img462.imageshack.us/img462/7668/sidcopycopyva0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
