<?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-3578784243142551704</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:19:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parallel Universe</title><subtitle type='html'>Sarcasm helps.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-1859716402701609624</id><published>2009-07-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:15:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SFX Family Day 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My church family day. Lots of stalls. Mostly food. But got games and like "junk" la. Old stuff that people don't want anymore. Anyway, there was this lady going around asking people to join this recycled art competition thing and they already bought prizes. So my dad "volunteered" me. It's supposed to be a family thing so it was me and my dad la. We assembled at the place to get our material then we planned what we're supposed to do. So we planned to do SFX Family Day. While we were doing it, people were walking by and like "judging" us la. Father Simon, our parish priest came and asked us in these exact words, "what are you making?". My dad just said. Read the sign in front. Which is this image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357585028086097858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sln3MoUF58I/AAAAAAAAAoI/y7gA75eSRsw/s400/DSCN4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. It was quite crazy actually. For once I didn't look at what the other teams were doing. So not like camp. xD If you've come to my church before then you'll know what is where but I'm sure you don't. SO... Hehe... xD But guess what? We won 1ST PRIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe that? I couldn't stop laughing. This piece of... erm... "artwork" can get 1st prize? I told my mum that if this "artwork" can win 1st prize, I can be BSMM HSL. Lol. But the impossible happened! It was freaking unexpected. Me and my dad were cleaning up and the 3rd and 2nd prizes had already been won. So there was another team left. Then the lady announced Group 2. Me and Dad were like "they won the prize ar?" Then mana tahu the lady just ask Dad to go up. So I tag along lor. Then go take picture. Laugh like crazy wei... I actually laugh until got tears leak. Ahahahahaha. Here's the finished product. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587327975281458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sln5SgEZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_ROS9IAVRvo/s400/DSCN4197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lame la wei... Lol. I also had a haircut but there's not much difference cause they just cut the ends (which were unhealthy) and thin it abit. But they partedmy hair in a zig zag pattern. Cool leh... But the pic damn blur... And I wasn't looking at the cam anyway... Nitez. I go listen to some Chopin Prelude then go sleep edi. Bye. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-1859716402701609624?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/1859716402701609624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/sfx-family-day-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1859716402701609624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1859716402701609624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/sfx-family-day-09.html' title='SFX Family Day 09'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sln3MoUF58I/AAAAAAAAAoI/y7gA75eSRsw/s72-c/DSCN4195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-1631111140583523046</id><published>2009-07-10T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:09:55.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol. I found some cool google pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxQdm7II/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ivr7PCI6Mvs/s1600-h/Google+Olympic+Fever.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769819710909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxQdm7II/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ivr7PCI6Mvs/s400/Google+Olympic+Fever.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beijing 2008. Cute hor? I like BeiBei and JingJing. Blue and black. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxaUTTXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JchutGPm-Ek/s1600-h/Google+Nikola+Tesla.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769822356229490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxaUTTXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JchutGPm-Ek/s400/Google+Nikola+Tesla.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the most recent one which is today actually. In honor of Nikola Tesla. Some dude who was a great contributor of electricity and magnetism. He had something to do with the motor AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxNHRjLI/AAAAAAAAAno/OGPeA1iHaGc/s1600-h/Google+Morse%27s+Birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769818811927730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxNHRjLI/AAAAAAAAAno/OGPeA1iHaGc/s400/Google+Morse%27s+Birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morse Code!!!!! As you can guess... It's definitely google. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRwmjQd6I/AAAAAAAAAng/EuWjw0BnnkI/s1600-h/Google+Igor+Stravinsky.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769808460314530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRwmjQd6I/AAAAAAAAAng/EuWjw0BnnkI/s400/Google+Igor+Stravinsky.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Igor Stravinsky. A Russian pianist, composer and conductor. I like the phoenix the most. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRwvPXwJI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CfW0M6lA9h0/s1600-h/Google+Earth+Day.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769810792824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRwvPXwJI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CfW0M6lA9h0/s400/Google+Earth+Day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earth Day! I like the coral... So pretty. Save the environment people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-1631111140583523046?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/1631111140583523046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1631111140583523046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1631111140583523046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/google.html' title='Google!'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcRxQdm7II/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ivr7PCI6Mvs/s72-c/Google+Olympic+Fever.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7096427358470146177</id><published>2009-07-10T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:56:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cataract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. I'm actually blogging! Woohoo! I can finally go online. Cause Mum's not home! I got so much to blog. Actually not la. But my popo got a very bad case of cataract in her left eye. But they said that her muscle or something wasn't big enough and she had to use some eye drops thingy And if they did an operstion, they'd have to cut through muscle. Finally it was ok. Then it was operation day and they didn't do it. Why? Cause the pressure in her eye was too high and if they did an incision, it would bleed. I think I should explain cataract right? Lol. Gonna have lots of scientific gibberish. xD. It's some growth in the lens that if untreated, will cause blindness. So when popo said her eye couldn't be incised upon, what I think she meant was that her ciliary muscles were unable to contract. Then when it was operation day, they couldn't operate cause the eye pressure was too high. Jess said hypertension causes it. So ngam that popo's blood pressure is higher than usual people. Lol. Argh. Popo's cataract so difficult to treat. Still didn't operate yet wei. Aiks. Hope can operate soon then can come to Penang with us. I'll blog about that later. Meanwhile, my arm was completely covered with stitches today. Plus japanese words and whiteboard marker. I got pics of the whiteboard marker and japanese words but I forgot about the stitches. Oh well, XinYing can always draw it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356765944579956146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcOPseZHbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RN4aaldGOrk/s400/DSCN4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My japanese name. Please don't read it in chinese cause it's not correct. And it's so cool that it's actually readable from top to bottom and vice versa. My name from top to bottom: A Ri San Ri A. Teehee. Supposed to be A Lex And Ria. Like some malay name oni... A (in chinese. everyone knows.) Ri (as in ShiyuuRI-i think that's how you spell it) and San. Who doesn't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356765934155056930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcOPFo5xyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/h7eFnIazvqw/s400/DSCN4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whiteboard marker. It's Pn. Azidah's marker which she put on the table then Jess took it and drew a smiley with tongue at first. Then she added the hair and eyebrows. The stitch at the bottom left corner is undeniably XinYing's work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Need check my email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although it's mostly junk mail from friendster and fb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7096427358470146177?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7096427358470146177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7096427358470146177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7096427358470146177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-blogging.html' title='Finally blogging'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SlcOPseZHbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RN4aaldGOrk/s72-c/DSCN4145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-1618995653045413106</id><published>2009-06-29T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:39:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URTI</title><content type='html'>You must be wondering what that acronym stands for right? It's Upper Respiratory Tract Infection. Such a sophisticated acronym just to say flu and cough. Anyway, I'm feeling woozy now. That ubat selesema is supposed to make you feel drowsy hence the warning to not drive or operate heavy machinery while "on the drug". Like some addict only. Lol. I'm not that in the mood to blog about my sickness but don't worry. It's NOT swine flu. To WanTeng and XinYing, get well soon. Heard from Shu that WanTeng got cold and XinYing still sick. James, I can't come to school tomorrow so can't give you your present. Sorry. Hope you don't mind receiving it 2 days later. xD Bye. Need to rest. And I feel like as if I'm underwater. Ubat selesema really makes you drowsy. *face falls flat on the keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-1618995653045413106?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/1618995653045413106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/urti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1618995653045413106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1618995653045413106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/urti.html' title='URTI'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-1195112123089262125</id><published>2009-06-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:10:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinematicpassions.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/farrah_fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cinematicpassions.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/farrah_fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farrah Fawcett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrity-blogger.com/images/michael-jackson-is-madman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://celebrity-blogger.com/images/michael-jackson-is-madman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael Jackson [who doesn't know?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it's kinda late but better late than never right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. My dad went crazy over MJ over the weekend. We actually bought a MJ cd and dvd just to pay tribute to him. How crazy is that? Anyway, MJ's dead and he's still making money. And here we are suffering from a recession. The world isn't just awesome, it's crazy too. I gotta admit that even though Mj doesn't look good at all, his music is great and so are his dance moves. My dad wanted to stand on his toes. The way MJ does it. Swt... The best part is when he tilts his body forward and he doesn't fall. That's really cool. And of course, the famous moonwalk. How the hell does he do that? Aiks... Poor Farrah Fawcett... She doesn't get anything on her death and MJ dominates the news. CNN is still showing MJ's death. Soon, there'll be another conspiracy theory on how MJ died. Was it heart attack? Drug overdose? Or, did his personal trainer kill him? Someone as famous as MJ's definitely gonna create some sort of conspiracy theory. Look on the bright side, Farrah, you ain't gonna have any conspiracy on your death... xD&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/3578784243142551704-1195112123089262125?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/1195112123089262125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1195112123089262125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/1195112123089262125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-238648010959262456</id><published>2009-06-26T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:59:57.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>If you'e ever taken the IQ test from &lt;a href="http://www.permatapintar.com.my/"&gt;http://www.permatapintar.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;, I bet you know how idiotic the damn quiz is. Section A. Image quiz. I got so pissed off with the thing and I just looked at the image then chose the "question mark filler" without much thought. Then it was the sujective part. Omg... Wth... It was really dumb. It's not IQ. It's a thesaurus test. So you're supposed to explain the meaning of the word and if you don't know you're supposed to put a question mark. Here are some of the words. I can't remember all the words but here are the few I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella-an object to provide shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book-pieces of paper stuck together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplice-partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand-big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiff-not flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about stupid ones la. Then there's the objective questions. You're supposed to choose the word that is the most similar to the bold word. Got lots of stupid crap words which I just tembak-in a sense. Cause I just chose the first word that registered in my mind. And what the hell is cogitate? Anyway, I took the Mensa Fun Test. I guess some of you have taken in already. And the test IS fun but my score damn low. And some of the questions I thought got correct then got wrong and it's a trick question! Eesh. But if I tell you the questions then can just cheat the test right? Hehehe. Not telling. I only help in giving the url. &lt;a href="http://www.mensa.org/workout2.php"&gt;http://www.mensa.org/workout2.php&lt;/a&gt; And also another Mensa site with games. But it's American Mensa. What's the difference? Don't ask me. Url again. &lt;a href="http://www.us.mensa.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Games&amp;amp;Template=/customsource/game_amlgames.cfm"&gt;http://www.us.mensa.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Games&amp;amp;Template=/customsource/game_amlgames.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later tell me about your score in my cbox la. Oh. To Lii if you're reading this, I think you'll do A LOT BETTER than me in the test. Somehow, I think you've already taken it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-238648010959262456?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/238648010959262456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/iq-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/238648010959262456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/238648010959262456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8035635244950667422</id><published>2009-06-20T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:24:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>I just hate my freaking exam marks. HATE HATE HATE HATE. Why can't I accept the freaking truth that I suck? Maybe it's because I got 79 for Math. 79. Did you see that? One more freaking mark and I'll get an A. But I never had the guts to argue with teacher. Why is that? Can someone explain that to me? Then there's KH and BM with 78. At first I was ok with my KH marks cause I wasn't expecting an A already. But as I saw my paper and did the calculations, I found that I only had to get one question correct and then I'd get 80. And there were a few easier questions which I could have gotten right but didn't. Ugh. And KH was the first paper to be given back on Monday. Spoilt the damn day. But after that was Math which just completely PULVERIZED the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the freaking marks that I have? Why is this number 80 so near yet so far? Just because some idiot had to invent numbers and IT-because I'm not sure whether it's a SHE or HE- had to be so smart and put 78, 79, 80. Stupid asshole. I mean I'm not mad at IT because IT had to put the numbers like that. It's just that all my marks are soooooooooooooooooo close to 80 that I feel like I could kill myself [pls dun take that seriously]. And no offense to James but, adding one mark for James just made my life even more miserable. Initally, I got 77 for BM. I was fine with that until James announced that Pn. Zaiton gave everyone an extra mark. I got so pissed off I actually said "What the hell la James. You want me to cry again is it?" 78. Stupid number. So much closer to 80 yet still so far from an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like everything is just not going right. I'm pissed every day because when I go home and see my parents, I feel dissapointed. Because I go for BM and Math tuition and I got B for both subjects. Do you see the picture forming here? My parents work hard to pay the bills, tuition fees, expenses and sometimes treats. Then I come home and tell them that I got Bs for both the subjects that I take tuition for. They may seem like "Oh, it's ok... Don't be sad. There's still trials..." or "Nevermind... At least this isn't PMR right?". But I'm sure inside they're mad and pissed off and they feel like killing me. I guess I can't blame them. The only one responsible for this is me. No one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I seem happy-go-lucky on the outside? I dunno. Maybe it's a mask I pout on when I go out so everyone won't know what's going on in my head. Maybe I'm gonna turn out to be a schizophrenic next time, who is like one person to the general public and then a totally different person at home or something. I think your impression of me now may be that I'm crazy. I don;t blame you. Seriously. I think I myself am crazy. But I hope it never happens. I don't wanna spend the rest of my life cooped up in a hospital like Mahyun and saying poems and whatever crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope I can change. Do well in trials and then get 7As for PMR. That's all I'm asking for. Nothing fancy. I'm perfectly fine with 80+ marks. Even 80 marks. I'm alright with that. Just don't put me in this situation again. I'm not asking for any fancy doctorate or anything. Yet. Lol. I'm saving that for later. Teehee. In a better mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8035635244950667422?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8035635244950667422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-near-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8035635244950667422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8035635244950667422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-9221104841330525418</id><published>2009-06-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:48:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzium Negara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, we ended our miserable tour of the planetarium and decided to go to the museum which is walking distance from the planetarium. You just have to cross a jejantas and you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, the museum is quite anticlimatic after my recent outburst about the National Planetarium. It's basically our entire Sejarah textbook. From Form 1 all the way to Form 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Form 1: Zaman Paleolitik [paleolithic era] sehingga Zaman Logam [metal age]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parameswara- why the hell did he have to come in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Form 2: Portugis, JB and British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How lame can it get? But I think studying  in the museum is more fun than just being stuck in the miserable classroom listening to Rohaizah. [Let's hope she goes early for her maternity leave or labour or whatever!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some interesting things in the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- James Brooke looks better in the textbook. There's a pic of JB on one of the walls and it's the exact same one from the one in the textbook. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- There was a typo on one of the videos in the prehistoric era exhibits. Species is spelt spesis in BM right? Well apparently, it's spelt SEPSIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's about all. Oh ya. Another thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346095817985478482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEl0lY5z1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/9aBJhF0V2s4/s400/DSCN4073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry. Forgot to rotate. But anyway, it's a very fake-looking bunga emas. It looks as if they bought the leaves and flowers from a florist- mind you they're fake- and they sprinkled gold glitter on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346095822260366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEl01UHboI/AAAAAAAAAmw/E9rvipE4CWw/s400/DSCN4074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;High quality gold. Pft. Kononnya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-9221104841330525418?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/9221104841330525418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzium-negara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/9221104841330525418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/9221104841330525418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzium-negara.html' title='Muzium Negara'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEl0lY5z1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/9aBJhF0V2s4/s72-c/DSCN4073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6588780836637362699</id><published>2009-06-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:51:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetarium Negara-Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad, Lii and I went to the planetarium. When we finished planetarium, we still had time so we decided to go check out the museum. This is my complaint. But I'm gonna put planetarium and museum separate cause my complaint about the planetarium is extramely long. And the planetarium is miserable. Hence the title of my post, Planetarium Negara-Les Miserables. [Take the meaning literally.] Actually Les Miserables is a musical or sth. Anyway, hope you don't become miserable after reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085271716418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEcOtea0tI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ESXuTJmkuvw/s400/DSCN4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Counter ticket? See MOE, English has to be a compulsory language. I bet the education minister- who is he anyway?- didn't even pass his english. Okay, I hope they don't flag my blog for this xD. But I mean come on... It's really embarassing when tourists come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eesh... Stupid planetarium. Soooooooooooo dissapointing. My telescope is more interesting than the entire Planetarium. And soooooooooo many lala people and tamil school people. The first thing we saw was the Space Ball. It's supposed to be some contraption that uses centrifugal force to train astronauts la. But that time we were there the thing haven't start the 'ride' yet but you can take pics of it and can go inside it also. In front of us was a bunch of lalas. So the first three (which were less lala) went in, got their pic taken then cane out. But the last one. Aikz. So freaking lala wei... The thing moves a bit although it's secured. Takkan leave it unsecured then it moves around sure got someone die de. So the lala went inside and the thing moved cause need to find point of equilibrium right? Then the dumb lala screamed. Me and Lii were like wth? Like that also scream ar? Aikz. Really lala la. Haha. Geddit? lalala.&lt;/p&gt;And then, not to be racist la but the tamil people damn ulu wei... When we went to the toilet, I went in 1st. Then when Lii went inside, suddenly an entire group of indian girls poured in. Then they went to the other cubicle. But the one that's really dumb is the ones who didn't even need to go pee. Like they never see toilet before then wanna just come and see the 'pemandangan'. Then got one lagi worse. Play with the hand dryer. On. Off. On. Off. Omg. So annoyingly irritating. Ugh. Never see hand dryer before is it? Really la... Wasting electricity. Which means burning more petroleum or gas asli (if you're in Paka). Which in turn leads to pollution because the power plant is burning the what-not-crap-fuel-that's-polluting-the-environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went out we were 'greeted' by another group of tamil school people. This time it was guys. Ugh. I'm trying very hard not to be racist but they really freak me out la. There was one of the thingys that you can put your hand into. But it says that the thingy-mere coloured wooden balls- is toxic. So there's a pair of gloves that you put your hand into. [It's supposed to make you feel like an astronaut working with those bulky gloves. But because almost everyone has touched it, it was wet-presumably with sweat. Eww... Me and Lii wanted to take one glove each but the moment I stuck my hand into it, i felt it was wet and took my hand out. Lii did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the astronauts' toilet bowl. Because you can't flush things in space-they'd just float around and I don't think you wanna know how disgusting that can be- they use a suction thingy like the ones in an aircraft. So there was one indian girl 'hogging' the toilet bowl. And I guess she thought is was quite fun. Ok this is how it works. You sit on it then press the big green button and wait for whatever is supposed to happen. So Lii went to sit on it. She pressed the button as instructed and waited for the suction effect- I think that's what's supposed to happen. Well as you can predict, nothing happened. So I pressed the green button. Again, nothing. Then we spammed it. Suddenly, there was this something's-gonna-happen sense and Lii jumped off it. mana tahu nothing happened. I just hope the next person who used it didn't get sucked up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dad went to get tickets for the 'show'. It's called SOS Planet. So we went to the theater and took our seats. Behind me was a like 4-year-old Malay boy. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then he kicked my chair. Mothertootwhatthefreakingholyshitcrap!!!!!!!! I turned around and fixed my clod stare that I always fix at idiotic puny children who incur my wrath. So he stopped. Then one more time. Just once, he kicked the freaking chair. So I turned to Lii and said "I'm gonna dig that guy's intestines out and feed them to him. Then I'll stuff his lungs into his stomach-for no apparent reason- and then skewer his eyeballs and roast them like satay. Lii just laughed and the dumb show started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they think we have no brains at all. The show was rather childish and the CG was quite crappy. I think the only part that was actually funny was the bloopers at the end. And the crazy narrator's image was split so many times the screen looked like a fly with compound eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085268148776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEcOgL07XI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9aJ6AYpaViw/s400/DSCN4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my favorite pic. Space Shuttle Atlantis! Woohoo! Thank GOD you didn't disintegrate in the atmosphere. Not that you ever got a design flaw but choi! touchwood...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6588780836637362699?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6588780836637362699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/planetarium-negara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6588780836637362699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6588780836637362699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/planetarium-negara.html' title='Planetarium Negara-Les Miserables'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SjEcOtea0tI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ESXuTJmkuvw/s72-c/DSCN4016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8135439727745836566</id><published>2009-06-08T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:31:49.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thorn Birds</title><content type='html'>Hehehe. Damn nice to watch. But I haven't watch finish yet. Heehee. Fr. Ralph de Bricassart is soooooooooooooo good-looking! Whee! Oh ya... Jess, Fr Ralph is the character's name. His real&lt;br /&gt;name is Richard Chamberlain. And if you wanna google his name, google Richard Chamberlain or Fr. Ralph de Briccasart. But I suggest you google Fr. Ralph. More effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35e372bc07a8cd48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35e372bc07a8cd48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329857082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3685CF532C9167606B0D8321A4F7587FB7B1E0.35CBCA20D1F5F90DEE41D63C14DE8A3733F42C48%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35e372bc07a8cd48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlmgTbm-DI7I0zhNEtivjeJTi4a4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35e372bc07a8cd48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329857082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3685CF532C9167606B0D8321A4F7587FB7B1E0.35CBCA20D1F5F90DEE41D63C14DE8A3733F42C48%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35e372bc07a8cd48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlmgTbm-DI7I0zhNEtivjeJTi4a4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally can upload the video. Aikz... Wait damn long wei. Watch the video okay? At least bear with it until they show Fr. Ralph... Which is like at 0:55. Oh yea. Click here [i mean there] for the link. Oh yea. FYI, there's plenty of spoilers [and I already read it]&lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thorn_Birds"&gt;http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thorn_Birds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you like it. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8135439727745836566?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35e372bc07a8cd48&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8135439727745836566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/thorn-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8135439727745836566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8135439727745836566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/thorn-birds.html' title='The Thorn Birds'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8168215658814442391</id><published>2009-06-06T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:42:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>-I created a facebook account. [add me as friend!]&lt;br /&gt;-I finished reading Secrets of A&amp;amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;-I lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;-I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much lamer can I get... Oh well. At least I updated. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8168215658814442391?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8168215658814442391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/accomplishments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8168215658814442391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8168215658814442391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-334841386880809143</id><published>2009-06-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:11:33.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday XY!!!</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, it's so obviously obvious that it's Xin Ying's bday. Today is the tepat tepat punya day. 5/6/09. Next Tuesday is Jess bday. Haha. I already got them presents. Oh no... I didn't get for James yet. Nvm. Later going 1u can go buy. Lol. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[James, i hope you're not reading this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum found this very nice quote. [read below]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is impossible with confidence, perseverance and courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like dripping water that can penetrate stone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience and persistence can break through anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how great the difficulty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor? So, it's my advanced bday present for James until I go get him one. xD What you want James? The Bourne Supremacy? Lol. Borders at Tropicana City got the whole collection. Eesh... Can't wait to go Big Bookshop then can go see the illustrated version of A&amp;amp;D. 49.90 only leh... Damn cheap. Borders  at Curve sell for 100 something. Aiks... Like my Real Mars. 49.90 only. Pavillion punya Times was selling something similar for 100 something leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. I terpesong edi. From bday present go to book. Oops. I think it's verbal diarrhoea. Cool! I spelt "diarrhoea" correctly! Haha. Get me books for my bday! Ooh... The Bourne Supremacy perhaps... Or another of the Harry Bosch novels... Or maybe even the illustrated version of A&amp;amp;D!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha. Hyper edi. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-334841386880809143?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/334841386880809143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-xy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/334841386880809143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/334841386880809143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-xy.html' title='Happy Bday XY!!!'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7111560391410909939</id><published>2009-06-04T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:27:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adverbs &amp; Demons</title><content type='html'>One of the topics in Secrets of Angels&amp;amp;Demons. The last part is lame (in the different colour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADVERBS AND DEMONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geoffrey K. Pullum (the guy who wrote this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the sake of a good action-packed story I’ll cut an author a lot of slack. For instance, I’ll&lt;br /&gt;ignore Dan Brown’s cluelessness about academia. He has his fictional Professor Robert Langdon in Angels and Demons spends weekends around Harvard “lounging on the quad in blue jeans, discussing computer graphics or religious history with students” (as if!), and eating an apple while lecturing (try it and you’ll know why we professors don’t do it). Langdon even complains that it’s hard to make trips to Italy on “a teacher’s salary.” (Come on! The average pay for Harvard professors is now over $135,000. That would get him a few Boston–Rome round trips each year even if Harvard was stingy with travel grants, which it’s not.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan knows even less about the world of physics. He confuses “discrete particle physics”&lt;br /&gt;(that would be fluid mechanics applied to the flow of granular substances like sand) with&lt;br /&gt;elementary particle physics (the high-energy atom-smashing that Maximilian Kohler oversees); he thinks “GUT” (Grand Unified Theory) stands for “General Unified Theory”; and so on. But I’m prepared to set all that aside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if some of the details of Rome’s churches, passages, archives and art were inaccurate, it&lt;br /&gt;would hardly spoil one’s reading pleasure: Angels and Demons is driven by its plot action, and&lt;br /&gt;that is Dan Brown’s forte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I just can’t forgive is that Dan can’t seem to write descriptive prose that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;He drops phrases in front of the reader that simply boggle the mind with their confused&lt;br /&gt;klutziness. He does things to English that would be illegal if done to animals. And that really&lt;br /&gt;does interfere with our reading pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Direct contradictions, for example, always come as a bit of a shock (because to believe them&lt;br /&gt;you have to be insane). Maximilian Kohler is described as having “ventured” some remark&lt;br /&gt;“assuredly”. To venture something is precisely to risk saying it when you are not assured that&lt;br /&gt;you’re right. You simply cannot venture an opinion assuredly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At another point we read: “It was once in a lifetime, usually never, that a cardinal had the&lt;br /&gt;chance to be elected Supreme Pontiff.” Now which is it? Once? Or never? There’s a big&lt;br /&gt;difference. Both statements are false, incidentally: plenty of cardinals see more than one papal election conclave, and could in principle have been candidates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We run into flat-out ungrammaticality, too. I don’t mean violations of those stupid old&lt;br /&gt;traditional usage prohibitions (split infinitives and sentences ending with prepositions and all that nonsense). I mean real descents into gibberish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here’s a relatively subtle example: “His reputation for secrecy was exceeded only by that of his deadliness” (from an early passage about the mysterious Hassassin). What does “that of his deadliness” mean? His reputation of his deadliness? Doesn’t sound right. His reputation for secrecy of his deadliness? Worse. We can guess what was in Dan’s mind (that his reputation for secrecy was exceeded only by his reputation for deadliness), but in its effort to avoid repeating ‘reputation’ the sentence has blundered into a syntactic lobster trap and is unable to find the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much less subtle abuses of grammar abound. You could perhaps dismiss some as mere idiosyncrasies: Langdon experiences an “intense chill ... raking through his body” (I’m not at all&lt;br /&gt;sure a chill can rake, but maybe; and when Vittoria heard of her father’s death “grief strafed into her heart” (strafing is raking the ground from low-flying aircraft with close-range machine-gun fire, and I’m not sure grief can strafe). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But others are much more clearly incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;— Langdon is described as having had “a toned, six-foot physique that he vigilantly&lt;br /&gt;maintained.” But your physique is the general state of musculature, proportions, and appearance of your body; it’s abstract, it doesn’t have a height. You may be six feet tall, but your physique isn’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;— We learn at one point that the Illuminati “had infiltrated English parliament” (British,&lt;br /&gt;actually, it’s not just for England). But a phrase like ‘British parliament’ needs the definite&lt;br /&gt;article: ‘had infiltrated the British parliament’ is what he meant. Omitting ‘the’ definitely makes&lt;br /&gt;the sentence ungrammatical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;— During the early stages of the hunt for the antimatter that is set to blow the Vatican and the&lt;br /&gt;entire College of Cardinals right up to heaven, Commander Olivetti of the Vatican Guard&lt;br /&gt;remarks optimistically: “I am faithful Captain Rocher will find the canister.” But the adjective&lt;br /&gt;‘faithful’ doesn’t take finite subordinate clause complements! No one says ‘I’m faithful Sally&lt;br /&gt;will be back soon with the groceries,’ no matter how much faith they have in Sally. Replace&lt;br /&gt;‘faithful’ by ‘sure’ in either example and you have grammatical English, but as it stands, you&lt;br /&gt;don’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of these wrong uses of words show unmistakable signs of incautious thesaurus use.&lt;br /&gt;Composition and rhetoric teachers sometimes very unwisely recommend the practice of taking a grammatical and appropriate ordinary English word or phrase and looking it up in a thesaurus to find something more fancy to replace it. But if you do this, you must check whether the new word fits grammatically in the context. It may not, because words of similar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or identical meaning can have different grammatical behavior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For example, shaking and quaking are basically the same thing — the ground can shake and&lt;br /&gt;it can quake; but although we can talk about an earth tremor shaking a building, we can’t&lt;br /&gt;describe it as quaking a building. (To get technical for a second, “shake” takes a direct object;&lt;br /&gt;“quake” doesn’t.) So you can’t randomly replace “shake” by “quake” just because they are both&lt;br /&gt;mentioned in the same thesaurus entry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am pretty sure Dan Brown has occasionally substituted fancy words without checking. For&lt;br /&gt;example, lecturing is basically just standing at a lectern and saying things. But that doesn’t mean you can replace ‘say’ with ‘lecture’ anywhere you please. There’s a key difference: ‘lecture’ isn’t actually a verb of saying. Yet Dan writes, in a passage where Langdon is recollecting a seminar on terrorism that he sat in on: “‘Terrorism,’ the professor had lectured, ‘has a singular goal.’” But that’s ungrammatical! Compare with: “‘The United States’, Chomsky lectured, ‘has frequently supported tyrants’.” If you replace ‘lectured’ by ‘said’ in either example you have grammatical English, but as it stands, you don’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or consider the passage where Vittoria is explaining to Kohler that her father solved the&lt;br /&gt;problem of creating and storing anti-matter: “Kohler spoke as though emerging from a fog. His voice sounded suddenly precarious.” Now, I don’t know the exact timbre the voice acquires when one is emerging from a fog, but I do know that a voice can’t be precarious. Things that are precarious depend on chance, or unknown conditions, or uncertain future developments. There’s simply no such thing as a voice sounding precarious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan simply meant that Kohler sounded uncertain (Vittoria was enlightening him about some facts of physics he didn’t know). But Dan opened up a thesaurus at some word like ‘uncertain’ and looked for an alternative word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A good thesaurus will separate the words out into groups with particular senses, but many&lt;br /&gt;just jumble together a long list of possible equivalents. ‘Uncertain’ can mean doubtful or&lt;br /&gt;dubious, but it can also mean unstable or variable. ‘Precarious’ means something like the latter, but not the former. So you can’t just replace random occurrences of ‘doubtful’ by occurrences of ‘precarious’! Yet that’s apparently what happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Precarious’ isn’t the only odd way in which Kohler’s voice is described, incidentally. It is&lt;br /&gt;the subject of one of a large number of appallingly ill-chosen similes in the book. In an early&lt;br /&gt;scene Kohler and the claustrophobic Langdon are travelling way down in an elevator to Vetra’s lab: “‘Six stories,’ Kohler said blankly, like an analytical engine.” How do you speak like an analytical engine? (The phrase is an odd anachronism: ‘analytical engine’ was the name Charles Babbage gave to the mechanical calculating device he endeavored to build in the 18th century; it had cogs and gears and spindles, it didn’t work, and it sure didn’t talk.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hassassin gets a puzzling voice simile too. “His words were as hard as the rock walls”,&lt;br /&gt;says Dan. The Hassassin has just gotten through saying “Si; perfettamente.” So the Italian words for ‘yes’ and ‘perfectly’ are like a rock wall? I hope you can hear that in your mind’s ear,&lt;br /&gt;because I can’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vittoria gets an even stranger voice description. She says something to Commander Olivetti&lt;br /&gt;with “her voice like boiling lava.” Think about that. What does lava sound like? Was she&lt;br /&gt;rumbling? Hissing? Belching steam and ash?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivetti’s arrival shortly before, however, had involved even more dramatic pyrotechnics:&lt;br /&gt;“The door of the Swiss Guards’ security center hissed open. The guards parted as Commander&lt;br /&gt;Olivetti entered the room like a rocket.” No wonder the guards parted. Rockets travel at speeds that reach thousands of miles per hour, spewing flame behind them as they rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on, having ceased flying about like a rocket, the Commander is in the presence of the&lt;br /&gt;pope’s chamberlain, and we read: “Olivetti stood rigid, his back arched like a soldier under&lt;br /&gt;intense inspection.” Well, it would certainly attract some intense inspection if he arched his back, because is head would be down near his knees. Soldiers’ backs are meant to be straight. It is frightened cats who arch their backs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it goes on. So many of the similes, metaphors, and other descriptive devices in Angels&lt;br /&gt;and Demons fall between the wincingly hopeless and the positively ludicrous. They tell us what we don’t need to know and conceal what we do need. They fail utterly in their task of enabling us to visualize the scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok. This part is the funniest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The weirdest examples in the book have to do with strange eyeball tricks. The camerlengo’s&lt;br /&gt;eyes, for example, can ask questions (“His green eyes demanding an explanation”) or fill up with flames (“His green eyes seemed filled with a new fire”). But let’s just concentrate on getting a sense of Commander Olivetti’s eyes, since they perform an unusual array of stunts. We learn first that Olivetti’s eyes “burned with the kind of hardened determination only obtainable through years of intense training.” I can’t recall ever seeing that hardened, highly trained, determined burning, but it sounds impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then someone says something he doesn’t like, and we read, “Olivetti’s pupils seemed to&lt;br /&gt;recede into his head. He had the passionless look of an insect.” What kind of insect does that&lt;br /&gt;trick with the pupils? A praying mantis? The book doesn’t say. It also doesn’t say whether the&lt;br /&gt;pupils came back out again. We can assume they did. But they’re soon gone again: Langdon asks him an innocent question (whether he’s heard of the Illuminati), and: “His eyes went white, like a shark about to attack.” Scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A few pages on, “Olivetti’s eyes stabbed like bayonets.” Ouch! After that he fixes his&lt;br /&gt;dangerous ocular weapons on Vittoria, and “his eyes bored through her.” Yow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And still we are not done with the Commander’s visual special effects. Slightly later, “Olivetti wheeled to the camerlengo, his insect eyes flashing rage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let’s take stock at this point. Olivetti has insect eyes (possibly those compound ones that you&lt;br /&gt;see in The Fly?) that can flash like lights, stab people like daggers, bore holes in people like&lt;br /&gt;drills, and go white like those of an attacking shark. And these strange insectoid/ichthyoid visual appendages have pupils that can recede into the skull. This man is a space alien! Or is it just that Dan Brown cannot write a sensible description of someone’s appearance to save his immortal soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It’s interesting that as the pace picks up, the writing gets much less distractingly bad. Dan&lt;br /&gt;Brown’s strength is in story-line twists and action sequences. His plotting, like Langdon’s&lt;br /&gt;criss-crossing of Rome trying to save cardinals from horrible deaths, is guided by angels from&lt;br /&gt;above; but sometimes his prose seems to be in the grip of dark forces from the other place, his&lt;br /&gt;adverbs selected by demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know I just copy pasted the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ling.ed.ac.uk/~gpullum/Adverbs_and_Demons.pdf"&gt;http://ling.ed.ac.uk/~gpullum/Adverbs_and_Demons.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does this mean I've gotta ask this dude for permission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7111560391410909939?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7111560391410909939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/adverbs-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7111560391410909939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7111560391410909939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/06/adverbs-demons.html' title='Adverbs &amp; Demons'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8962314292248603871</id><published>2009-05-30T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:07:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian-The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROx2PlcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2BQN6KgL930/s1600-h/DSCN3912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569578634810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROx2PlcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2BQN6KgL930/s400/DSCN3912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning sun. Good for your skin. Vitamin D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROf-KXRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YMvxlZI7Rc0/s1600-h/DSCN3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569573836184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROf-KXRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YMvxlZI7Rc0/s400/DSCN3921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another resort's jetty. The water damn clear hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROOBUvRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ryjjvAQXWjY/s1600-h/DSCN3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569569017609490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROOBUvRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ryjjvAQXWjY/s400/DSCN3938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sarat dengan penumpang. Luckilly didn't capsize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiERN8TUN9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/XrEDB168SVY/s1600-h/DSCN3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569564261234642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiERN8TUN9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/XrEDB168SVY/s400/DSCN3953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kuala Besut Jetty. The water there damn dirty wei. I wanted to put my hand in the water then suddenly got a piece of  rubbish floating there. Like wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiERNjQmi1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jltqSDKbJyY/s1600-h/DSCN3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569557538966354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiERNjQmi1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jltqSDKbJyY/s400/DSCN3954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beting pasir. Too bad I didn't see a tombolo. Or even better a gloup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After this no more exciting pics edi. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so, my trip to Perhentian ends... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8962314292248603871?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8962314292248603871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8962314292248603871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8962314292248603871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-last-day.html' title='Pulau Perhentian-The Last Day'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEROx2PlcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2BQN6KgL930/s72-c/DSCN3912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7806936206788721200</id><published>2009-05-30T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:23:54.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian Day 3</title><content type='html'>Not much pics today cos didn't really do much. Woke up late... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEGLu0agtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/JFO5Ki6G2wk/s1600-h/DSCN3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341557431654318802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEGLu0agtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/JFO5Ki6G2wk/s400/DSCN3827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The really nice-to-drink grape sirap. They should have it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEGLARNFTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/RCsXvcsXO3M/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341557419158607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEGLARNFTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/RCsXvcsXO3M/s400/DSCN3835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where I got all the souvenirs from. It's like a Sin Yoon Seng (SYS) that sells souvenirs and suntan lotion. Except that SYS is aircon and this one isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFdllkVcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BO85gWiH010/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556638902146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFdllkVcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BO85gWiH010/s400/DSCN3840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I look nice with  centre parting? And I kena sunburn. I look so red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFdI-I8RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/jwL5iiQJ3Xw/s1600-h/DSCN3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556631220580626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFdI-I8RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/jwL5iiQJ3Xw/s400/DSCN3846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's suppopsed to be LX but the bottom part of X died and it ended up as LY. Liiyung. Lol. Here's your souvenir, Lii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFc61X3gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NkX9msOTxbs/s1600-h/DSCN3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556627425713666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFc61X3gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NkX9msOTxbs/s400/DSCN3852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The planet Venus is the bright white object in the sky with a crescent shape. It's really cool that Venus has got phases like the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFci7_o6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/UzEUACT4bhA/s1600-h/DSCN3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556621011035042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFci7_o6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/UzEUACT4bhA/s400/DSCN3854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My leg punya string. Which one nicer? Brown or green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFcZFwDBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vyrMRS1N_DE/s1600-h/DSCN3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556618367601682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEFcZFwDBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vyrMRS1N_DE/s400/DSCN3856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm... It's a very blurred image of sotong being panggang-ed. And the sotong is damn gigantic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I guess that concludes Day 3. We're already leaving early in the morning the next day. =(  Bye Bubu. Bye Perhentian. Hello homework...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7806936206788721200?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7806936206788721200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7806936206788721200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7806936206788721200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-3.html' title='Pulau Perhentian Day 3'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SiEGLu0agtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/JFO5Ki6G2wk/s72-c/DSCN3827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7295486097703013151</id><published>2009-05-28T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:16:23.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian-Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_3F-yhmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YqFpwvpPNgc/s1600-h/DSCN3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341259365211020034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_3F-yhmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YqFpwvpPNgc/s400/DSCN3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view outside our room. There's actually a huge spider web there. Geez, everything there is big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2PsBDbaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2WMufSCBu24/s1600-h/DSCN3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341258432458747298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2PsBDbaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2WMufSCBu24/s400/DSCN3577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our room number. 113.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2Pan41CI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qQk5Zyi9Byo/s1600-h/DSCN3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341258427789792290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2Pan41CI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qQk5Zyi9Byo/s400/DSCN3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A skink. They're quite common on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2PN0Sj-I/AAAAAAAAAio/Nf4ZX3uuhPA/s1600-h/DSCN3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341258424352149474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2PN0Sj-I/AAAAAAAAAio/Nf4ZX3uuhPA/s400/DSCN3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dark splotches are fish and their shadow actually. Can't really see cos the image is small and there's relection from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341258419354137410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2O7Mq80I/AAAAAAAAAig/RFZl7FRxalo/s400/DSCN3612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kawan who brought me snokelling. He actually picked up a sea cucumber for me to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2OmIP2JI/AAAAAAAAAiY/sYt0Mh0LgFU/s1600-h/DSCN3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341258413698439314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_2OmIP2JI/AAAAAAAAAiY/sYt0Mh0LgFU/s400/DSCN3666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish on a feeding frenzy. I tell you... They're viscious. They bit me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much underwater pics cos no underwater cam. But it would have been damn cool if I took pics of the corals though. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yywlqH-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2m-qWcqOkN0/s1600-h/DSCN3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341254636934930402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yywlqH-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2m-qWcqOkN0/s400/DSCN3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kincir angin. But not in Belanda and not in the Laut Utara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yykiEtdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/bHzTuYQhwNM/s1600-h/DSCN3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341254633698670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yykiEtdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/bHzTuYQhwNM/s400/DSCN3688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Solar panels. Eco-friendly electricity. Plus... It's free too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yye04MJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Cw8vRbKC4N0/s1600-h/DSCN3710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341254632166928530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yye04MJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Cw8vRbKC4N0/s400/DSCN3710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stairs leading down to the jetty. 516 steps one trip. Took 2 years to build. Just completed a few months before I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yyExAmuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/12m_roJDGaA/s1600-h/DSCN3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341254625171380962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yyExAmuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/12m_roJDGaA/s400/DSCN3738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picturesque pemandangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yx50rO9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/35Jx5qvHLmo/s1600-h/DSCN3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341254622233967570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_yx50rO9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/35Jx5qvHLmo/s400/DSCN3768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spider with 7 legs? Maybe too hungry until eat his own leg... Haiz... But why he so dumb go eat the back leg? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol. I'm just crapping oni. Ignore this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpq7cpkI/AAAAAAAAAho/BcG0Qv2Yv1s/s1600-h/DSCN3774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248983238747714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpq7cpkI/AAAAAAAAAho/BcG0Qv2Yv1s/s400/DSCN3774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had no idea the pic was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpQXx-dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/So2q6UnJPcU/s1600-h/DSCN3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248976109828562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpQXx-dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/So2q6UnJPcU/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had to go up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpPeUO6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/xywH9pts0yg/s1600-h/DSCN3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248975868804002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_tpPeUO6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/xywH9pts0yg/s400/DSCN3776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to take this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_toxvA6yI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UTFqF17dxCU/s1600-h/DSCN3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248967885777698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_toxvA6yI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UTFqF17dxCU/s400/DSCN3777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then run down like a mad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_torgLmKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/a6GCm9zEepM/s1600-h/DSCN3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248966212950178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_torgLmKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/a6GCm9zEepM/s400/DSCN3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dug up a coral. It kena buried in the sand for dunno how long edi. Then I pandai-pandai go dig it up. Got algae growing on it de. Algae damn slimy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, after this was dinner then they showed American Idol. Lol. It was the jazz episode. Adam sings "feeling good". Haha. He's damn good. But Kris won in the end.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7295486097703013151?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7295486097703013151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-2_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7295486097703013151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7295486097703013151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-2_28.html' title='Pulau Perhentian-Day 2'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sh_3F-yhmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YqFpwvpPNgc/s72-c/DSCN3574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7856910005180543327</id><published>2009-05-11T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:02:11.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian-Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So our trip to Perhentian officially begins. The bus ride was okay... But it could have been better. I mean come on... 8 hours stuck in a bus? I really experience butt cramp and it's not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuF57EdWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w0zRs9H0rF8/s1600-h/DSCN3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334494068858975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuF57EdWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w0zRs9H0rF8/s400/DSCN3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some guy's hut. He works at the resort I guess... I thought his was the most comical one because of the towel that says &lt;em&gt;island&lt;/em&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334494071965956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuGFf1OdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EOEEyGgGMgE/s400/DSCN3422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A really huge spider. They're actually quite common on the island. And there's like so many spiders &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. I think they're poisonous cos they're so brightly coloured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501152150054002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgf0iNPQ5HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2Au4EDV4KGs/s400/DSCN3446.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Oh ya. That's the name of our resort. It's Bubu Long Beach if you can't see it properly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334494075387255394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuGSPiGmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fbB3-Y6OgYU/s400/DSCN3432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's how far the tides recedes. So extremely far away that the boats "parked" there are actually on dry land during low tide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501153591378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgf0iSm5xCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qh9WkKYxnF8/s400/DSCN3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erm... Water and sand? I dunno what to say. Cos I took the pic. Sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334494077038485938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuGYZN4bI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8nM_GWB0hRI/s400/DSCN3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me and my mum swimming in the sea. The water is unbelievably clear. Not like PD or whatcrap. Seriously. There are fish too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334494081320905426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuGoWOatI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rH0KmFWWeAk/s400/DSCN3466.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Lunch was fantastic. Although the nasi goreng was a little soggy. Oh. And I've never seen so much seafood in my life. All the dishes have to have at least 1 seafood. And why am I sitting with such a straight posture?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501151606734018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgf0iLNufMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XKtAQzlaCnY/s400/DSCN3476.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Some boy digging a hole. I mean... What more can I say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501163543025298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgf0i3rj1pI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RgI6GVjlvhg/s400/DSCN3495.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Looks quite decent I'll admit. But it's actually a teratak buruk. And it's NOT the humble type. As in "masuklah ke dalam teratak buruk patik ini. Ampun patik bla bla bla..." It's really basic. The friggin toilet isn't even attatched! Thank God we're not staying there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501159471197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgf0iogwrqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/d2vIecKFMko/s400/DSCN3484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's what an actual tourist hotspot looks like. So crowded... Ugh. So &lt;em&gt;humanised!&lt;/em&gt; What happened to plain old machinery? Mac-hine. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583639888353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgg_joAn2EI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fbKcQXfoxwk/s400/DSCN3504.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The huge disc in the sky is the Sun!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583644090592546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgg_j3qg7SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/seDugGcNilg/s400/DSCN3508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tea time. The real keropok lekor is here. It's damn nice. And the currypuff is mostly pastry. Nice. &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583648262538786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgg_kHNLxiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/vKUC0_gCz8E/s400/DSCN3510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our guide. Peter. We're walking to the other side of the island. Perhentian Kecil is so small you can actually walk across to the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583649999542338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgg_kNrUWEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GVUKyMbmo-A/s400/DSCN3514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Monitor [definitely not Vic more like Eric] lizard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583652633044754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/Sgg_kXfMZxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z39gZCipNSo/s400/DSCN3518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guy papaya plant but produce fruit. Gay kah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588710084205378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghEKv9g20I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/olEL6amfKQs/s400/DSCN3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our path. The road not-so-less traveled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588714058883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghEK-xJoCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/G0ElOo3sHF4/s400/DSCN3523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the white part that look newer? It used to be RM30 but rising fuel costs hiked the price. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588714323314930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghEK_wMiPI/AAAAAAAAAag/SLRx2zlFagY/s400/DSCN3528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kononnya sunset. Memang got sunset but its set behind the cloud. Wth?!?! Oh... And ignore the person's butt. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588720953341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghELYc6tJI/AAAAAAAAAao/v3tHdFA92AE/s400/DSCN3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ship is actually a huge stuff-to-barbeque container. It smells like fish. Ugh. There's something fishy going on... Geddit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588719311495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghELSVeINI/AAAAAAAAAaw/PPzf-MtrEA4/s400/DSCN3536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never close.&lt;/em&gt; Lol. They close you know. During monsoon season for 4 months when no one dares to brave the raging South China Sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591066881570338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghGT7tytiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IRKeDqZUa_o/s400/DSCN3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset again. Wasted la... Darn cumulonimbus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591075319473186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghGUbJi5CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xCjc0YG1K7o/s400/DSCN3553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I look black in the pic but I'm not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591077244790610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghGUiUk51I/AAAAAAAAAbI/tglp5WgpfG4/s400/DSCN3560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Supposed to be the other side of the island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591080756472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SghGUvZ06UI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Aj4ssNwQIsk/s400/DSCN3568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our hotel at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And Day 1 draws to a close. Tomorrow (day2) is snorkelling and jungle trekking. I'll post it another time cos now late edi and I wanna sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7856910005180543327?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7856910005180543327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7856910005180543327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7856910005180543327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-day-1.html' title='Pulau Perhentian-Day 1'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfuF57EdWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w0zRs9H0rF8/s72-c/DSCN3421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-3327140355969026079</id><published>2009-05-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:54:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian-The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. I went so long ago. Now only can blog. Wth? Lol. Anyway, Perhentian is damn nice and I  wanna go again. I dun really wanna type the whole trip out so I thought I'd put it in pic+caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333746399826162034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVGF1uoMXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/daKKQmCBKU4/s400/DSCN3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Already at the bus station. We got a double-decker bus! Bus leaves at 2130. Crap. Better get that bag of mine into the bus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVEMum69kI/AAAAAAAAAWs/CMT_yFWjqVg/s1600-h/DSCN3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333744319150618178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVEMum69kI/AAAAAAAAAWs/CMT_yFWjqVg/s400/DSCN3344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like 3 or 4 in the morning and we're at this place in Pahang called Merapoh. I was asking my mum if I could eat ice cream this early in the morning. The shop's something like Sin Yoon Seng+Gan Mini Market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333744322484757490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVEM7B14_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lX_QDun6RYI/s400/DSCN3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuala Besut at 0530 in the morning. I was cranky at the thought that I had to get up but then I changed my mind and told myself that I was already in Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333744324435759570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVENCS_0dI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KcGbSovYzl0/s400/DSCN3349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And I thought I was the sleepy one. This cat was sleeping on the chair next to mine in the coffee shop. The shop's name is Ong Guan Poo. Lol. Eating roti bakar. My mihun goreng never came. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333744328471012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVENRVE5RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fVcZEZh6ico/s400/DSCN3352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunrise at Kuala Besut Jetty. Waiting for the office to open to get out boat tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333746400663699762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVGF42UATI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7jwTqo7l8j4/s400/DSCN3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I probably should have tied my hair up eh? The boat was travelling extremely fast and my hair was "slapping" my face. What a great start to my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333746407492404690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVGGSSZxdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DyOcPpNrsbo/s400/DSCN3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunrise! Nice huh? My mum took this pic. It's really cool that out of like 10 shots of sunrise, this is the one with the near-perfect horizon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333746412344309394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVGGkXL9pI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lpcO_jfANIM/s400/DSCN3406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the tiny island where there are only 2 families... but 1000 people? Everyone's related.&lt;br /&gt;So, the people of the law really have to be amanah. And the teacher must be really strict in marking her papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334485230195926898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfmDbVlZ3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/njLR2SYG3fY/s400/DSCN3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They killed the environment just to get reception... Lol. But my phone still works. Whoops. Better not say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334485230360337762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfmDb8yHWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VahoBBxHVzg/s400/DSCN3410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This pic is cool. I love the water. But it's so noisy. Gotta shout even if someone's right in front of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334485237379778162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgfmD2GWRnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uAiYWmF6COY/s400/DSCN3418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's our resort. We reached edi. Woohoo! Terra firma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next: Day 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-3327140355969026079?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/3327140355969026079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3327140355969026079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3327140355969026079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-perhentian-journey.html' title='Pulau Perhentian-The Journey'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SgVGF1uoMXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/daKKQmCBKU4/s72-c/DSCN3340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-9099856146180944538</id><published>2009-04-27T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:38:34.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going 'Holiday'</title><content type='html'>Whee! I'm leaving for Pulau Perhentian later tonight. Lol. I've told Jess and Xin Ying to take homework for me. Oh ya. If any teacher asks, tell them I've gone to a "family gathering in Mentakab". It's a crap story my dad made up so I'm sticking to it. And it has to be followed cos when I gave my letter to Pn. Azidah, I told her that "I'm goin to a family gathering in Mentakab". Okay? Lol. Bye now. I gtg pack last minutes stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-9099856146180944538?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/9099856146180944538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/9099856146180944538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/9099856146180944538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-holiday.html' title='Going &apos;Holiday&apos;'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-4065926660508771006</id><published>2009-04-26T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:24:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Webster's Online</title><content type='html'>It's good to have it as a link on your blog. Lol. I found out what heretic and blasphemous actually mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Heretic&lt;br /&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;1. A person who holds religious beliefs in conflict with the dogma of the Roman Catholic Church.&lt;br /&gt;2. A person who holds unorthodox opinions in any field (not merely religion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Blasphemous&lt;br /&gt;Adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. Grossly irreverent toward what is held to be sacred; "blasphemous rites of a witches' Sabbath"; "profane utterances against the Church"; "it is sacrilegious to enter with shoes on".&lt;br /&gt;2. Characterized by profanity or cursing; "foul-mouthed and blasphemous"; "blue language"; "profane words".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There you go Jess. Lol. Did you search it on your digital dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-4065926660508771006?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/4065926660508771006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/websters-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/4065926660508771006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/4065926660508771006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/websters-online.html' title='Webster&apos;s Online'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6852582160590667189</id><published>2009-04-26T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:10:47.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY Updated</title><content type='html'>I HATE SCIENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw the stupid subject la. It's so boring listening to the cd dvd what crap thing that Pn. Ching puts into the com everytime. Copy notes like crazy and don't even have enough time to finish copying the notes on the from the com. Btw, what's your answer for the structure questions? The one about "how would a doctor treat a man who is sterile?" Bleh... Sien already la. zzzzz. Go in science lab then wanna S.L.E.E.P liao. Blehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I updated. I practically don't update these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Angels &amp;amp; Demons (A&amp;amp;D). OMG!!! Oh... Xue Er, I can't lend you A&amp;amp;D now because my mum's reading it. Lol. But you still reading Da Vinci Code (DVC) right? Lol. Slowly slowly read then will understand the story edi. And I gotta say the book's better than the movie. I still prefer A&amp;amp;D over DVC la. In A&amp;amp;D got so much more suspense. And Tom Hanks has a better hair-do now. Looks so much better than when he was in DVC. Lol. Oh ya. Wanna see my current com wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329031602834382434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SfSGAiPGHmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xBAa5XdA8dw/s400/Angels+%26+Demons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice leh... It's so cool. Oh ya. And one more image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329032059552684706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SfSGbHpOWqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tIpFgsIlpW0/s400/Illuminati%2BA%26D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE ambigrams. Damn cool wei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the word esotericism means some crazt weird crap thingy to do with Illuminism and some other crap. I still don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6852582160590667189?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6852582160590667189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6852582160590667189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6852582160590667189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-updated.html' title='I FINALLY Updated'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/SfSGAiPGHmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xBAa5XdA8dw/s72-c/Angels+%26+Demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-2552486203748023488</id><published>2009-04-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:05:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's Surprise Bday Party</title><content type='html'>It was initially a really covered up surprise. Until Uncle Tee almost let the cat out of the bag. He was like "Happy birthday Sophie!" And we were like "Oh, crap". Sophie was like "Erm... It's nit my birthday" We all go and campur campur say "Yalar. Her birthday next week only. It's Grace Ling's birthday la." Sophie bought it. We began to barbeque and all that. Then we started to sing the birthday song and Sophie cried. Aww... She was hugging Viv, Kelsey, Mel, Chris and Pei Yi. Well... What's a party with no food fight? There was't a food fight. But Melissa (or was it Sophie?) smeared our faces with chocolate from the chocolate fountain. Then, William smeared the extra icing on everyone else and everyone was then trying to smear icing on everyone else. Eric almost&lt;br /&gt;pushed me into the pond because I was standing at the edge. I mean who wouldn't be tempted to? A lot of the chicken wings were "chau dar". Lol. Which actually proves that girls are better chefs than guys. Although that has been proven wrong by people like me. I prefer to play with fire (though I'm friggin afraid of fire) than cook some weird crap. But still in camp they make me do all the cooking crap. Wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... Kinda terpesong from the title. Sorry. Okay. Erm, after all the eating and stuff-with regular breaks to the piano to see how "pro" Jess, James and Eric were at playing. But Kelsey and Jonathan were damn geng. I like the crazy song that Kelsey played for Sophie. Damn gila. And guess what, Jon's sight reading is better than my playing. William said he felt belittled by Jon. How do you tink I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I'm deviating again. Sorry. The blowing of the candles part was nice. We arranged candles in a pattern saying HAPI B'DAY V &lt;3 size="2"&gt;Oh yeah. Can someone help me remind William to send me his geo projek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-2552486203748023488?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/2552486203748023488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/sophies-surprise-bday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/2552486203748023488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/2552486203748023488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/sophies-surprise-bday-party.html' title='Sophie&apos;s Surprise Bday Party'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-3056429099054979785</id><published>2009-04-04T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:49:38.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Best Friend Week</title><content type='html'>Okay. James sent me this sms and I didn't want to waste money by sending it to everyone. So, I decided to post it on my blog. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Best message of 2009! Just read this and understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They love you but they are not your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They care for you but they are not from your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They are ready to share you pain but they are not in your blood relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They are..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;True friend scolds like a dad, cares like a mom, teases like a sister, irritates like a brother and finally loves you more than a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it says &lt;em&gt;send to all your special and good friends who mean alot to you!&lt;/em&gt; [and of course I didn't obey this one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you know the relation between your 2 eyes? They blink together, move together, cry together, see things together and sleep together. Yet, they never see each other. Friendship should be just like that. Life is hell without friends. It's WORLD BEST FRIEND WEEK. Send this to all your good friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;[which I didn't... But I'm sure you all got it cause someone sent it to you.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-3056429099054979785?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/3056429099054979785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-best-friend-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3056429099054979785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3056429099054979785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-best-friend-week.html' title='World Best Friend Week'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8815817190340562579</id><published>2009-04-04T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:57:11.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Weird Tag by Shu</title><content type='html'>Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog):I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .___12___,-Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Other - Drive out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;House - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S/T - Collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Egypt - Get Lost now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;em&gt;Shuyan&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I saw you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enough to understand &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;that we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm returning &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eggplant fetishism&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-raine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I TAG~&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. This is the craziest tag I've done. I mean come on... Eggplant fetishism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8815817190340562579?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8815817190340562579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-weird-tag-by-shu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8815817190340562579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8815817190340562579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-weird-tag-by-shu.html' title='Super Weird Tag by Shu'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6928607483966641571</id><published>2009-03-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:13:17.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pay special attention to the wordings and spellings. If you know the bible even a little, this will be really hilarious. It comes from a catholic elementary school test. Kids were asked questions about the old and new testaments. The following statements about the bible were written by children. They HAVE NOT been corrected. Incorrect spelling has been left in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the first book of the bible, guinessis. God got tired of creating the world so he took the Sabbath off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. Noah's wife was Joan of Ark. Noah built and ark and the animals came on in pears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jews were a proud people and throughout history. They had trouble with unsympathetic genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampson was a strongman who let himself be led astray by a jezebel like delilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson slayed the philistines with the axe of the apostles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses led the jews to the red sea where they made unleavened bread which is bread without any ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egyptians were all drowned in the dessert. Afterwards, moses went up to Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first commandments was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest miricle in the bible is when Joshua told his son to stand still and he obeyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon, one of davids sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary heard she was the mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna Carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the three wise guys from the east side arrived they found Jesus in the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was born because Mary had an Immaculate Contraption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. John the Blacksmith dumped water on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus enunciated the golden rule, which says to do unto others before they do one to you. He also explained a man doth not live by sweat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a miricle when Jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 decibels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epistels were the wives of the apostles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oppossums was St. Matthew who was also a taximan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul cavorted to christianity, he preached holy acrimony which is another name for marraige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians have only one spouse. This is called monotony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6928607483966641571?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6928607483966641571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/bible-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6928607483966641571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6928607483966641571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/bible-knowledge.html' title='Bible Knowledge'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-4304502554713928897</id><published>2009-03-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:55:02.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW Parallel Universe's 1st Tag</title><content type='html'>Pass the quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Sophie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Liiyung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. Shuyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7. James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8. Grace Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9. Yee Vonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10.Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOTE: Names are there so I can complete tag. It's okay if you don't do it. And I copy pasted it from James' blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person who tagged you (James)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Funny. I like the stupid posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.7 (James) having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No one at the moment... *cough*anonymous*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.9 (Vonne) having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ask her. Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If 9 and 1 (Eric+Vonne) are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;James' answer: The world will split into half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about no1 and no5 (Eric+Lii)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lagi geng the world split into quarters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What is no.3 (Jess) studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haiz Jess... No need so rajin go study now la... Exam just finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you chatted with no.6 (Shuyan)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A few hours ago in school about Amber's dad's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does no.8 (Grace) have any cousin(s) in his/her school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.8 (Grace)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why in the world would I do that for? I'm not lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.4 (Soon)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For what? And don't tell me it's for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.2 (Sophie) have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think she's the only child. Like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know about no.3 (Jess)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sat next to her in Form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.4 (Soon)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm... Somehow I just know him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No.7 (James)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Same class since Form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 (Sophie)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vi Vian's tall friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.1 (Eric) live at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Near Anjelee's house. Go stalk him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 10 (Kelsey)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.5 (Lii) the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wurd... Erm... How do I say this... Okay. Let's be straight forward. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;NO. &lt;/em&gt;No offense Lii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-4304502554713928897?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/4304502554713928897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-parallel-universes-1st-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/4304502554713928897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/4304502554713928897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-parallel-universes-1st-tag.html' title='The NEW Parallel Universe&apos;s 1st Tag'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-7407297448133535341</id><published>2009-03-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:38:38.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Atheist Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This was an email sent to me by my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In  Florida , an atheist created a case against the coming Easter and Passover holy days.  He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days.The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.The case was brought before a judge.  After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring,"Case dismissed!"  The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case?  The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others.  The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays."The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do.  Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant.."The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists."The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day..  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.'Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool.  Therefore, April 1st is his day.  Court is adjourned. You gotta love a Judge that knows his scripture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No god, no holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-7407297448133535341?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/7407297448133535341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-atheist-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7407297448133535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/7407297448133535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-atheist-day.html' title='World Atheist Day'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-3365207288452885687</id><published>2009-03-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:41:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Haha. That was lame. At first I was going with a heavy heart. Mana tahu Saturday and Sunday so fun. So, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home from school to have lunch. Packed up my last minutes stuff and left for church. When I got there, most of the tumpang-ing ones were there edi. After waiting for awhile, we got into Uncla Tim's car and then to APC. Slept on the way. Lol. Went into the dorms to book my bed. Got the top one! Yay! Teehee. Then it was tea break I think. After tea break, we went fot Stations of The Cross [aka Way of The Cross]. I'm sure most of you reading me blog won't know what it is. Maybe I'll post something about it nearer to Good Friday [I'll explain next time]. So, we went to St Anthony's [I think I'll have to post something about Catholic stuff explaining all these] and got a place. I was sitting with Sarah, Monica, Rachel, Stuart [not little], Claudia and Nicholas [kangkang... you all dunno la...] Mana tahu Stations was in TAMIL. Like wth? The only thing I could really understand was Amen. After Station was Mass. My first bilingual Mass. At the Tamil parts, I had no idea what to say so I just tried to relate the liturgy to English Mass. Lame right? After Mass, we almost got screwed because Stuart was so "enthusiastic" when he said Amen. Sessions sessions sessions. It was about self-awareness. Ironman, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman. What's the similarities? Well, besides Wonder Woman, the other three wear their underwear on the outside. After session was supper which was cake and milo. After supper, wash up, chat and lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wash up and go eat. Sessions begin! Mervin was our guest speaker and he's the same guy we got at Jungle Lodge. His session was about peer pressure and later, sex. But there wasn't enough time to do the sex one so he promised to come another day to tell us about it. Mass after that and another Mervin session. After Mervin's session was Robert's session. I won't share the details of Mervin's sessions. They might flag my blog. Lol. After the sessions we went to bath and after that, we were like going nuts about sick stuff at the sofa place. You wouldn't wanna know what crap happened there. After that wasI think dinner and then praise and worship. They gave us this love letter thingy from our parents. Omg... It was rather touching. Most of the girls were crying. Lol. After the P&amp;amp;W we had supper and then brush teeth and lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning routine was the parents+kids session. We gave another love letter to them. Not sure whether my parents cried... Lol. Then Mass and then go home lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;End of camp...&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/3578784243142551704-3365207288452885687?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/3365207288452885687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3365207288452885687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/3365207288452885687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6694992891292332659</id><published>2009-03-15T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:20:23.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, exams are over.</title><content type='html'>My "Yay, exams are over" post. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the NO CRAPPING rule. I'll crap when I want to and put scientific stuff when I want to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. So is Camp. And this is the time the projects rule. Screw all the dumb projects. I don't even know how to do Sejarah projek. &lt;em&gt;Malcolm, you'd better send me the project soon. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or at least send me the format.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about projects. But if anyone wants to help, I'm fine with that. I can't find the 2009 projects on the MOE site. Where IS it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea what to say [more like crap].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6694992891292332659?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6694992891292332659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-exams-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6694992891292332659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6694992891292332659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-exams-are-over.html' title='Yay, exams are over.'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-296462676631442250</id><published>2009-03-14T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:13:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biia Booo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Forget what Alex said about the no crapping rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'M NOT ALEX&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Alex is away at camp until &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;15th MArch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;For now, the "YAY EXAMS ARE OVER!" post by her will have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ehh, let's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;go watch movie&lt;/span&gt; hor Alex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And you forgot to give me your file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so I can draw &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;RAINE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Xin Ying too (but I'm supposed to draw HER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~~ Vanishes with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-296462676631442250?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/296462676631442250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/biia-booo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/296462676631442250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/296462676631442250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/03/biia-booo.html' title='Biia Booo'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6390092833054260779</id><published>2009-02-28T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:10:23.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Crap or Not To Crap.</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm not gonna post any lame crap (unless necessary). So, I might not blog really often. Usually it'll be those crazy weird stuff like the quotes thingy. Or the did-you-know crap. Oh well... I'm set on doing &lt;em&gt;Astronomy&lt;/em&gt; for my oral. I suppose I'm the only one doing it. Nights... I'm doing my research. DO NOT DISTURB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6390092833054260779?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6390092833054260779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-crap-or-not-to-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6390092833054260779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6390092833054260779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-crap-or-not-to-crap.html' title='To Crap or Not To Crap.'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-6791635433447935345</id><published>2009-02-27T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:58:39.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AFTER YEARS OF TELLING PEOPLE CHEMOTHERAPY IS THE ONLY WAY TO TRY AND ELIMINATE CANCER, JOHNS HOPKINS IS FINALLY STARTING TO TELL YOU THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE WAY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Update from Johns Hopkins:&lt;br /&gt;1. Every person has cancer cells in the body. These cancer cells do not show up in the standard tests until they have multiplied to a few billion. When doctors tell cancer patients that there are no more cancer cells in their bodies after treatment, it just means the tests are unable to detect the cancer cells because they have not reached the detectable size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cancer cells occur between 6 to more than 10 times in a person's lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When the person's immune system is strong the cancer cells will be destroyed and prevented from multiplying and forming tumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a person has cancer it indicates the person has multiple nutritional deficiencies. These could be due to genetic, environmental, food and lifestyle factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To overcome the multiple nutritional deficiencies, changing diet and including supplements will strengthen the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chemotherapy involves poisoning the rapidly-growing cancer cells and also destroys rapidly-growing healthy cells in the bone marrow, gastro-intestinal tract etc, and can cause organ damage, like liver, kidneys, heart, lungs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Radiation while destroying cancer cells also burns, scars and damages healthy cells, tissues and organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Initial treatment with chemotherapy and radiation will often reduce tumor size. However prolonged use of chemotherapy and radiation do not result in more tumor destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When the body has too much toxic burden from chemotherapy and radiation the immune system is either compromised or destroyed, hence the person can succumb to various kinds of infections and complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chemotherapy and radiation can cause cancer cells to mutate and become resistant and difficult to destroy. Surgery can also cause cancer cells to spread to other sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT CANCER CELLS FEED ON:&lt;br /&gt;a. Sugar is a cancer-feeder. By cutting off sugar it cuts off one important food supply to the cancer cells. Sugar substitutes like NutraSweet, Equal, Spoonful etc are made with Aspartame and it is harmful. A better natural substitute would be Manuka honey or molasses but only in very small amounts. Table salt has a chemical added to make it white in colour. Better alternative is Bragg's aminos or sea salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Milk causes the body to produce mucus, especially in the gastro-intestinal tract. Cancer feeds on mucus. By cutting off milk and substituting with unsweetened soya milk, cancer cells are being starved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Cancer cells thrive in an acid environment. A meat-based diet is acidic and it is best to eat fish, and a little chicken rather than beef or pork. Meat also contains livestock antibiotics, growth hormones and parasites, which are all harmful, especially to people with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. A diet made of 80% fresh vegetables and juice, whole grains, seeds, nuts and a little fruits help put the body into an alkaline environment. About 20% can be from cooked food including beans. Fresh vegetable juices provide live enzymes that are easily absorbed and reach down to cellular levels within 15 minutes to no urish and enhance growth of healthy cells. To obtain live enzymes for building healthy cells try and drink fresh vegetable juice (most vegetables including bean sprouts) and eat some raw vegetables 2 or 3 times a day. Enzymes are destroyed at temperatures of 40 degrees C or 104 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Avoid coffee, tea, and chocolate, which have high caffeine. Green tea is a better alternative and has cancer-fighting properties. Water-best to drink purified water, or filtered, to avoid known toxins and heavy metals in tap water. Distilled water is acidic, avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Meat protein is difficult to digest and requires a lot of digestive enzymes. Undigested meat remaining in the intestines become petrified and leads to more toxic build-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cancer cell walls have a tough protein covering. By refraining from or eating less meat it frees more enzymes to attack the protein walls of cancer cells and allows the body's killer cells to destroy the cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Some supplements build up the immune system (IP6, Flor-ssence, Essiac, anti-oxidants, vitamins, minerals, EFAs etc.) to enable the body's own killer cells to destroy cancer cells. Other supplements like vitamin E are known to cause apoptosis, or programmed cell death, the body's normal method of disposing of damaged, unwanted, or unneeded cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cancer is a disease of the mind, body, and spirit. A proactive and positive spirit will help the cancer warrior be a survivor. Anger, unforgiveness and bitterness put the body into a stressful and acidic environment. Learn to have a loving and forgiving spirit. Learn to relax and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Cancer cells cannot thrive in an oxygenated environment. Exercising daily, and deep breathing help to get more oxygen down to the cellular level. Oxygen therapy is another means employed to destroy cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they tell us... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-6791635433447935345?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/6791635433447935345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancer-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6791635433447935345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/6791635433447935345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancer-update.html' title='Cancer Update'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-8471501448851724126</id><published>2009-02-27T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:52:35.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts...</title><content type='html'>The human heart creates enough pressure while pumping to squirt blood 30 feet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Need propulsion?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Never knew that one...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left-handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Which means I'm a lefty... xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Oh great... I must have killed millions...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying jag of Flapan, instead of flag of Japan. &lt;em&gt;[I'm good at this...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Which means the left side of my mouth's skin isn't attached to my muscles? OMG...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Cool... I keep bursting them...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command “go hang yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Haha. This one's the lamest...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I sure wish I had more...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Who needs nuclear weapons?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Maybe we should consider this as an exercise routine...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Cute...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish don't have brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[You wouldn't want to be a starfish in your next life eh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 kg (2.2 pounds) of lemons contain more sugar than 1 kg of strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[And here I thought lemons were sour...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Which means we can't be blamed for being late for school.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Geez... Don't they have anything better to do?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles can breathe through their butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Erm... Okay...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Reason: Some exponential growth thingy... But the mythbusters somehow busted it. I remember watching that episode...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Moral of the story: Don't eat celery]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85% of men who die of heart attacks during intercourse, are found to have been cheating on their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[OMG... WTH?... xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I really should try this one...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A bean has more DNA per cell than a human cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Beans huh....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[How do you do that in the first place anyway?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach’s favourite food is the glue on the back of stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[So don't keep stamps. But how?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human has a bone just after the spine ends, which helps proves that humans once had tails (possibly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Cool. Humans with tails... Wow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human head remains conscious for about 15 to 20 seconds after it is been decapitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[You don't want to be decapitated... Neither do I]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-8471501448851724126?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/8471501448851724126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8471501448851724126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/8471501448851724126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/facts.html' title='Facts...'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-76213774686240494</id><published>2009-02-27T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:43:24.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Comical Quotes</title><content type='html'>Robin: Holy Kleenex, Batman! It was right under our nose and we blew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Paul's Law: You can't fall off the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case of emergency, break glass. Scream. Bleed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Alone: In bad company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If ever you should need my life, come and take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you have different fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Out of my mind. Be back in five minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't convince them, confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself because I like dealing with a better class of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Take my advice, I don't use it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny? I like the last one best... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-76213774686240494?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/76213774686240494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-comical-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/76213774686240494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/76213774686240494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-comical-quotes.html' title='Weird Comical Quotes'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578784243142551704.post-917918803034834480</id><published>2009-02-27T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:48:40.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm.... Phobias... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Achluophobia-darkness or the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that afraid but if I go into a dark place after watching/reading horror, my fear sense is aroused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agliophobia-pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on... Do you wanna be in pain all the time?!?!?!?!?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agraphobia-sexual abuse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure everyone's afraid of sexual abuse. Except the people doing it of course... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atychiphobia-failure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a nerd. Of course I'm afraid of failure. Who isn't? Maybe idiots... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancerophobia-cancer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's pretty obvious when you see the name right? I really don't wanna get cancer. Then there'll be chemo &amp;amp; all that crap. Geez... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystallophobia-crystal or glass &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm very clumsy. I prefer plastic although glass looks really nice... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didaskaleinophobia-going to school &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't exactly suffer from it. The word just looks so cool. I like the seeing your friends part. Not the studying part. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia-long words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. I don't suffer from it but the word for the fear of long words is soooooooooooo long already! *pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medorthophobia-an erect penis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I seeing what I'm seeing? Holy Crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panophobia-everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm.... That means someone suffering from this is afraid of oxygen? I don't think this someone exists. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia-Friday the 13th &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool!!!!!!!! What a long word. Can't you just say "I'm scared of Friday the 13th"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verginitiphobia-rape &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least this is something more plausible... Well, who isn't afraid of being raped?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! .... even guys .... ouch!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last I checked, I don't really suffer from them. Thought it might be useful to be enlightened. It's funny too. Like the penis one. =D. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you need a receipt, please press the receipt button"... Oh... The url for the phobia website is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://changethatsrightnow.com/phobia_list_of_all_phobias.asp?SDID=6540:1944"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://changethatsrightnow.com/phobia_list_of_all_phobias.asp?SDID=6540:1944&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578784243142551704-917918803034834480?l=alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/feeds/917918803034834480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/phobias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/917918803034834480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578784243142551704/posts/default/917918803034834480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-raine-lion.blogspot.com/2009/02/phobias.html' title='Phobias......'/><author><name>Alex-Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216801415055824487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faLCF-OvcZE/TLNjwyYUpRI/AAAAAAAAArU/c4ERzIuD05Y/S220/DSCN4853.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
